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Sonnet January Poems | Sonnet Poems About January

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Hello, January

Hello, January, what a zinger
of a storm you brought with you this year, Friend!
Why can’t you just let December linger?
You know I hate vacation time to end!

I know you think you’re such a special guy,
with people counting down the seconds till
you have arrived and shooting up the sky
with fireworks, but from there, it’s all downhill!!

All those people making resolutions!
You’ve wiped the slate? All things will be like new?
To me, it seems you offer mere illusions,
and yet I keep believing in you too!

I’m begging you, don’t let this year go wrong,
and please get ALL the months to play along!!

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2014


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New Year

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At midnight, he'll propose a toast
and raise to them a fluted glass
as they gaze, muted, at their host.

Though in his eye may sting a tear,
he knows theirs will stay dry, en masse,
as they ring in the coming year.

That he alone bears witness to
this cheerless savoir-fair, is clear
but he's forgot (or never knew)

such camaraderie, at most,
is retrospect to spirits here,
where every guest is but a ghost...

At midnight, he'll propose a toast
that he alone bears witness to...

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Copyright © Lycia Harding | Year Posted 2015

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Cold, Cold Winter

Cold, cold winter, you wield misery like a knife! No magic wand to be waved 
To make you finally fade into oblivion. You leave me suddenly hankering 
For the halcyon days of summer. There isn't an ounce of warmth saved
Chilled to the bone. Oh dear, I can't seem to shake this incessant shivering!

Nowadays I quiver in my slumber, and another summer seems so far away 
Day by day you keep hovering in the air like a flickering hummingbird
My feet are ice cold, freezing on this snow that covers my doorway
I've mercifully given you a second chance, dear winter; I decline a third

Break this curse of yours; the gust of wind you bring is terrible 
I wish for heavy rain to rid you, snow, your white hue is blinding
I'm beginning to wonder if this misery you've unleashed is curable
The rays of afternoon sun will soon come shining down, I'm hoping 

Meanwhile, I yearn for spring, in all its glory. It will arrive much sooner, I pray
Cold, cold winter, please, please, please...finally be on your way 



Date written: 01/27/2016
Date posted: 03/26/2016

Copyright © Edward Ibeh | Year Posted 2016


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January blue

January blue

I awaken to a sky- of slate blue
The drizzle falls down, in a stone grey hue
Another dreary, January day
Must make my getaway, without delay

I fly the skies, on a plane called Jet Blue
With indigo shades, and an azure view
To a southern land, with hot Aztec sand
With nothing planned, and a drink in my hand

Next day I arise, to new sapphire skies
Can't believe my eyes, I'm in paradise!
Look! There's a peacock, and, a Macaw too!
So much to see, and nothing else to do

A local band sings Margaritaville
I've gotta go now, I can't stand still!

John Derek Hamilton
January 24,2016

Copyright © John Hamilton | Year Posted 2017

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Hopes and Dreams

My hopes are like the snowflakes that do fall, 
Onto the ground, so real, at times my woe, 
With disabilities that on others call,
To assist me over ice and rough paths:
Sometimes I cannot get around the snow, 
And my New Year’s resolutions me baths;
They’re just the same as snow, that I am sure, 
Because you’re challenged each day to have them; 
Neatly in your mind to recall, procure, 
Anytime you want, with ardour or flip, 
And you can whenever you like so hem, 
Your dreams and ambitions and if you tip 
Others, indifference will occur tall,
Because it’s yourself that you truly owe. 


Form: Cornish sonnet

Copyright © Rhoda Monihan | Year Posted 2015

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Uncle January

January's cousin Fall left in a fit
For January brought her friend, Wind howling long
Denuded the trees of all their gowns knit
Now her great Aunt Spring feels no way strong

Great Aunt Spring has gone underground safely
Hidden from January's cold icy tricks
Underground or faraway supersafely
Waiting for Spring's return with corner tricks

Spring has a way to drive cold January
Far away up to Canada's great north
Where January cold winter wind that's airy
Really belongs, yeah Spring come forth

Birds and animals with heavy coats sing
With January but rejoice when enters spring

(Had started this one for a contest)

Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2012

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January

Begin, start again, you must build the illusion,
Can't you change if you think that you can?
Repeat your attempts in your helpless delusion,
And watch as you subvert your plan.

Reason, purpose, meaning, life,
Yet you never fight for higher things.
Despair and sorrow, toil and strife,
Yet you turn to some bird as it sings. 

It's so tempting to crawl down into your shell,
forgetting the problems that need you.
Letting your fellow-man go on through hell,
Because help is a chore and it bleeds through. 

You wonder sometimes why the world never cares,
but can't smell contradiction, when you put on your airs. 

29 January 2017

Copyright © J. I. Thomas F. | Year Posted 2017

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The Messenger

When your spirit touched mine
oh, how I felt so clean 
my heart touched yours 
while yours touched mine
like you have been trying to tell me something
let not what I feel change a thing 
no matter what my life brings
Oh, this love you have given to me
has taken control over my soul
you say you are the messenger
the one that was sent to help me
to set my spirit at easy 
and when you had touched my hands
I started to cry while my mind started to spine
in an ancient time that has taken  hold over my soul
Oh, how you spoke out some ancient rhyme 
deep into my mind 
that burn deeper in my heart
pouting secrets of true divine
like I had been drinking on wine
while the night is still running young
where feelings of true love filled my cup
as if my soul was waving back to his
then I started crying out all my sins
that kept me captive deep within
my pains started bring down heavy rains
this gone on fore days and weak's
and weak's and months
Then I would hear his spirit speak to mine
I am the messenger 
when you need heart heart to be clean 
I pray for you night and day 
when you needed telling of the divine words
I will burn my love your way 
that will shine deep into your darkest hours
your words are the prophecies to help me
fine my way out of darken dreams .

Poetic Judy Lilly Emery (c)

Copyright © Judy Emery | Year Posted 2017