Writing January Poems

These Writing January poems are examples of Writing poems about January. These are the best examples of Writing January poems written by international PoetrySoup poets

If you don't find the poem you want here, try our incredible, super duper, all-knowing, advanced poem search engine.


The poem(s) are below...



Details | Haiku |
Are dark and spooky water drips, bats hang around there might be ghosts too. Copyright © Cynthia Jones Jan.10/2015 Ghost Adventures is about the Bell Witch in Tennessee.

Copyright © Cynthia Jones | Year Posted 2015




Details | Haiku |
Wind has stopped blowing the storm has finally passed serene calm ahead. Copyright © Cynthia Jones Jan.10/2015

Copyright © Cynthia Jones | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme |
I've waited all Winter for the cold and snow to pass, I've planted some beans I hope they grow fast. I planted them with love and lots of tender care, but these little beans you see are truly quite rare. I got them from a Fairy just living down the block, she handed them to me with a smile it was the last few she had in stock. "Plant them right away if you want your garden to grow, your plants will be nice and high swaying with beauty to and fro." I waited for an entire week they were as high as a ten storey home, I was extremely happy with their growth out to the garden I did roam. I invited the Fairy up to see I was giggling with much joy, when I saw so many Fairies fluttering there were hundreds of girls and boys. My magic beans had come alive I've got my own Fairy trees, I thanked the Fairy from down the block as I danced around filled with glee. Copyright © Cynthia Jones Jan.4/2015 Sponsored By: Poet Destroyer A

Copyright © Cynthia Jones | Year Posted 2015




Details | Haiku |
Chickadee flies low looking for food he buried runs into a tree. Copyright © Cynthia Jones Jan.28/2013 I haven't penned one of these in a while.

Copyright © Cynthia Jones | Year Posted 2015

Details | Tanka |
Winter is a blast I take so many pictures of falling snow flakes individual branches stick out, they are so unique. Copyright © Cynthia Jones Jan.16/2013 I got a new camera a couple of weeks ago and I am loving the pictures that it takes. I wish I could post the picture that goes along with this write.

Copyright © Cynthia Jones | Year Posted 2015

Details | Monorhyme |
The snow begins again thaw came to an end Spring's around the bend flowers, it will send. Copyright © Cynthia Jones Jan.16/2013 The thaw lasted for about a week. A lot of the snow melted. Now, it's back.

Copyright © Cynthia Jones | Year Posted 2015

Details | Haiku |
Sun comes out to play tomorrow it will be back but, snow for Monday. Copyright © Cynthia Jones Jan.10/2015

Copyright © Cynthia Jones | Year Posted 2015

Details | Haiku |
Things bump in the night there are spirits that can't leave they talk to people. Copyright © Cynthia Jones Jan.10/2015 I'm watching The Dead Files.

Copyright © Cynthia Jones | Year Posted 2015

Details | Haiku |
Hauntings all around I believe spirits are real they're all around us. Copyright © Cynthia Jones Jan.10/2015 I'm watching Ghost Adventures.

Copyright © Cynthia Jones | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme |
I'm writing on my IPod I've been doing it since last night, it is a tad bit hard but, fills me with much delight. I can save it after I'm done then add it to my laptop, don't have to worry about loss might not be able to stop. I'm a little new at this writing on this little screen, I can write anywhere in the house even do it while I clean. Copyright © Cynthia Jones Jan.11/2015 Before I post my poetry though, I have to make a few adjustments, which isn't too bad. I guess.

Copyright © Cynthia Jones | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme |
With this t.v. show I am very obsessed, "House" is the name arrogance at its best. I tune in every Tuesday at 10:00pm, to be exact, to see what he'll do or who will get the ax. Certain things he says truly makes me laugh, he thinks he knows what he's doing and some, may think he's a quack. His fellow professionals argue but, that doesn't get them anywhere, he cuts them off at the knees honestly, they don't have a prayer. He has made judgements against people, he doesn't know, but, he has to learn to calm down instead of running to and fro. He may be a freak of nature but, that's what defines him from the rest, he knows how to get under your skin and causes a lot of stress. Certain things I don't agree with but, it's arrogance, at its best, with the t.v. show "House" I'm not ashamed to admit, I'm obsessed. Copyright © Cynthia Jones Jan.22/2008

Copyright © Cynthia Jones | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme |
I've been writing for ten years today I've written about everything, I've penned poetry about God the way it made my heart sing. I've penned about the lost of loved ones in the past, written about broken hearts and how children grow too fast. I started off slowly some didn't make any sense, I had reached personal goals it made me write more intense. I've penned two books one about nature, the other comedy, other books are on the go these words don't ever let me be. I can't wait to write for another ten years, if not more, I don't care, if it makes me rich but writing, I'll always adore. Copyright © Cynthia Jones Jan.3/2012

Copyright © Cynthia Jones | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme |
10/17/16


Year round January through December

The weather
Taking turns for the worse or better
More or lesser

Among ancient and modern architecture
Made of similar and different textures

Near or far away from plants that do or don't have nectar
As well as abandoned or highly secured sectors

Secrets in letters, locked ledgers or found with a hidden lever
Left there by either gender

Realize, it didn't always lead to treasure and other splendors
Sometimes it was something else, unexpected yet clever

Earthquakes being monitored and traced to the epicenter
Ranging in different magnitudes of power and tremors

Always great to cook with ingredients that are fresher
 At times fat being rendered
And other components put in a blender

Mild to dangerously hot peppers
Grown for personal consumption or to be sold as a vendor or peddler

Hostile and friendly gestures
All over the globe wherever and whenever

Pull yourself together
Never
Give up on the adventure
Or fold from the pressure
Remember nothing lasts forever
Keep your head up and try to do better
With your endeavors

Always great to cook with ingredients that are fresher
At times fat being rendered
And other components put in a blender

By: Dalton Ogletree

Copyright © Dalton Ogletree | Year Posted 2017

Details | Free verse |
watching snow fall in the city
i think about the soldiers
  that fought in world war two
         dying every day.
i think about the homeless
   and where they might find warmth.
i think about death, slowly
                 with calculation.
i think about greed, insulated excess.
           about subliminal messages.
                 a wave of soaking paranoia.
                 anxious.
                 fear.
                            unnecessary.
i think jazz piano fingers speak
             with dynamic voice of god.
         jack kerouac was right
             to believe what he saw.
i think these stories are all true.
i think about listening closely.
                  can you hear it?
     raging silent.
                silence.
                science.
                vibrant.
                smiling.

Copyright © Ian Be | Year Posted 2016

Details | Sonnet |
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