I’ve been watching my weight since 14,
but with all of the diets I’ve seen,
they’ve become a big no-no.
This here dieting yo-yo
has stopped trying to be super lean!
Other problems I’ll change as I go.
I don’t need a New Year to say so!
Said a wise sailor man:
I yam what I yam!
Why improve on a good thing - ya know?
So the cause of the most bellyaching
at this time of the year I’m forsaking.
When you know yourself well. . .
why then go through such hell!
Resolutions I’ll never be making.
For the the New Year's Resolution Poetry Contest of Regina Riddle
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2012
A freezing cold evening
Where the stars shining bright
With frost blade flanks
From mouth and nose steam
In the clear silence
White untrodden snows
Nature's frozen pulse
Sleep like a little baby
One gracious moon
After the night the light is shattered into gold
At sunrise raise your heartbeat
03.01.2016 A-L Andresen :)
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Copyright © Sunshine Smile | Year Posted 2016
How could you distinguish between a tear of joy and sorrow~~
blank page of a diary with dry teardrops asked me this question,
the answer was not known to me,so I tore that page out.
Date: 14th January 2013
Placement: 4th; January 2013
Copyright © kash poet | Year Posted 2013
Hello January it's been a year
Now it's time for you to share
All the wonder and great things
This special time of year brings
Soft white snowflakes that are falling
Cool slow breezes that are calling
You inside to get more warm
Cocoa's and blankets keep you calm
When the wind starts to blow fast
Against the windows it will pass
But your inner kid comes through
As you slip on rubber boots
Acting crazy and insane
Not caring about the pain
That's on your fingers and toes
Happiness begins to glow
As you play and act so young
While another years begun
And January leads the way
To more cold, then sunny days
Never knowing what will come
As a new year has begun
Copyright © robin davis | Year Posted 2014
Sneak up on their prey
very silent and deadly
don't get in their way.
Copyright © Cynthia Jones
Copyright © Cynthia Jones | Year Posted 2015
I've been waiting up late for you,
watching the clock like a featured film.
Suspense waits no longer.
Here you arrive at 12 am
with a firework's bang.
At this hour,
this is your greeting?
we need to talk....
I haven't seen you in months,
and you come barging in.
You come on so strong,
but sometimes you can be so cold.
You let me down last time you were here,
like torrents of hail and snowy hills.
Snow can be fun, though,
and you did warm me up
with hot cocoa and a blanket.
Thanks for your reviving comforts.
What I'm trying to say is
that I've missed you,
and I forgive you.
I hope you can forgive
my past as well.
I'm sorry about my negative attitude
and my disorganization.
We should go on walks more
and eat healthy meals together.
I promise I'll be kinder,
and I'll try to appreciate
all the good you offer me.
Can we now start anew?
Copyright © Juliet Ligon | Year Posted 2014
Joyful celebrations herald the New Year
Auld Lang Syne sung with those held dear
New Year resolutions have been made
Upbeat about diet … until you get weighed
All the festivities have now come to an end
Reality hits…Oh the Christmas overspend!
You have twelve months before it begins again.
Birth date - 25th January
Contest Birth Month Acrostic
Sponsor Charlotte Jade Puddifoot
8th August 2015
Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2015
Vaporous hazy fog,
permeated by the sound
of early birds.
delivery trucks thumping,
competing as they
emit their harsh cries.
Singing the tune
of way wards movement.
Devoid of green,
this place of concrete and plastic
hums in endless reverberation.
As the feral scrounge
and the contented pray,
life echoes on.
emanating from the edge
of the world.
Dispelling the night,
unfurling with the mist,
awakening this city.
Copyright © Teagan Taylor | Year Posted 2015
Là breith sona dhuit
My best kilt I wear so very proud
Me pipes are flowing of music loud
The glens and thistle I bring them to you
For tiss a special day, and lassie they few
W’ll turn ya foe into festive haggis
Burning witches with Scottish matches
W’ll sing and dance as us Scots do
A cèilidh to toast this special day for you
Càit a bheil an taigh beag?
Is there we shall praise your poetic flair
Cake and candles on the loo
As we all wish you a happy birthday too!
Now the Irish will tell a fairy tale to imbue
Us Scots will celebrate every birthday true
So hoist ya glass and may your knickers be pink
For on this birthday gal, we shall drink, clink clink
Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2016
She drifted on black starlit glass
beneath the full moon bright
captivated by the beauty of
the tranquil, lovely light
floating on the gentle waves
the stars kissed her goodnight
and rocked into her deepest dreams
she floated out of sight
By Morgan Mise
Written January 6, 2013
Copyright © Morgan Mise | Year Posted 2013
Battered and bruised mommy cries as she tries to cover her black eyes.
But mommy doesn't see daddy as her demise.
One January 25 mommy and daddy awaited as baby arrived.
Smiles of comfort and tears of joy came as so did the baby boy.
Mommy and daddy weren't ready to take care of the child for daddy was still a child.
At heart mommy took all those foul mouth liquor jeers from daddy's mouth but baby didn't
know what that was about.
Mommy stays with daddy for the child, not realizing that it is doing more harm than
anything...comes from daddy's mouth and baby takes it in not realizing.
Flashing lights and sirens ring incredulously one slumber-some December night as baby was
tucked in tight...while mommy and daddy was going on like it was Saturday fight night.
Baby cries but whose there to hear for mommy and daddy curse and de fouls the baby's ear.
Baby's heart is broken and shattered as mommy is shaken and battered.
Sweet kisses to mend her wounds internal and external but are they sincere from daddy's
They will never part even though in mommy's heart she wishes daddy would leave forever.
One grief-some January 25 mommy rested never to return for her and daddy went on a
"Where is mommy", said baby but daddy couldn't talk.
What could he say "I beat mommy till I killed her leaving her internally bruised and brain
He couldn't say that any way for he was talking to Tiny in cell block five that day.
And baby has no other choice than to realize that his family was nothing more than a mere
Battered and bruised mommy cries for help as she fights for her life.
Because daddy has beat her till her eyes turned dark as night.
It's ironic because baby has become a fighter in Saturday fight night.
Copyright © Paul Easter | Year Posted 2009
Dazzling like a sparkling green diamond
Eyes lit up when I opened the velvet box!
My birthstone for Aquarius is garnet
Almandine is most common form with a rich red colour
Not for me -I wanted something more unusual
The jeweler had to order it in especially for me
Of course it came with a very hefty price tag!
It is called the 'star of garnets' as its name means diamond like
Demantoid is a particularly rare form of the garnet gemstone
A Gem for your verse
Sponsored by Carolyn Devonshire
Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2016
stardom of the year
on its welcoming music
ushers our new dreams
culminate great task
snog the sweet and bitter past
cool somersault starts
blow New Year's trumpets
commence it with smiles and cheers
have a joyful year
May 14,2014 3.30pm
Contest: Two Haiku (Month of January)
Sponsor: My fave poet, Skat
Copyright © Galeo DS | Year Posted 2014
The days of March are dark and drear.
In April rain clouds still appear.
By May the weatherman we cheer,
And June is here, and June is here.
July brings forth the perfect rose.
In August we take off our clothes.
September we must don our hose,
And summer goes, and summer goes.
October the cool breezes blow.
November brings a hint of snow.
December time is all aglow,
Bright gifts with bow, bright gifts with bow.
In January a deep freeze.
Small February is a tease.
Bold March once more will try to please.
Time to plant peas, time to plant peas.
Copyright © Joyce Johnson | Year Posted 2013
are back inside their boxes...
magic of Christmas
wrapped snuggly in white tissue
is ready for a long sleep
For Andrea's Contest 1/1//15
Tanka "December's Magic"
Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2015
A fox in socks
plays with a box
upon her head, she has gold locks.
Copyright © Cynthia Jones
Copyright © Cynthia Jones | Year Posted 2015
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
Strokes after midnight
received a distant sad news
a swallow has flown
Watch over us dear
I kept my prayers for you
frosted in flowers
Copyright © Lily Twinkle | Year Posted 2014
Time ticking away
as the New Year comes in
Three, two, one… Happy New Year
Copyright © Brianna Percival | Year Posted 2014
J ubilee’s song heightens; the bell is rung
A uld Lang Syne…fond memories we all keep,
N ever-ending the pour of chilled wine, that
U nsaid words of love spill on tinseled lights;
A s orchestral tunes greet this first of month
R eveling in dreams laced with snowdrop scent;
Y ounger the hearts...chanting newborn wishes!
Enter the BEST SHORT ACROSTIC POEMS
Andrea Dietrich's Contest
~ This is my birth month; carnation and Snowdrop
are symbolic flowers implying hope and beauty
12/ 22/ 2015
Copyright © nette onclaud | Year Posted 2015
beauty, blessing, January, magic, moon, sunset, winter
A SEASON’S GLOW ©
‘Bastille’ winter-lodes wait anticipating the reserved and affected invasions of the sun’s setting rays, to lay its' mark upon her surrounding ice-capped winter hood---
Fortifying ‘arms’ now stand saluting at attention to the expected deluges to carnival delights from the setting sun….
Applause from ‘knightly’ lances carry a shadow-display, when brought to arms;
'toe-elbowing' their stances to a light bright multiplexed review….
Eventide’s soon to reach cosmic nighttime ceilings and is brought momentarily to stands aside, to hushed warnings off snow iced platforms gaining cheery fire-light at each kissed by-pass retreat….
At devotion ‘arms’ stretch their winter façades 'drawing' close their 'painted' ‘four o’clock’ shadows; that mark out each stance---
Alas, the playhouse ‘adieus’ end with sad commendations; when staged dimmed lights snuff and flicker out to blackness.
Nighttime slants and an interval is at hand, for waning sun’s rays, to dismiss their stationed sentinels over to moonlit beamed doom---
Night plagues with harmonizing rhythms; as ice-tinkling ‘icicles’ from branches high salute the night time, sky-faerie's lite and dance upon a new stage!
Copyright © Diane M Quinlan | Year Posted 2015
In limbo, we crawl on walls
Stare into a world behind curtains
Puzzled by the ends of -October dreams
A fight to scream, no one remembers
Once December is gone
Dark illuminating stars
Will carve magic notes on trees
January comes to life!
Ones the old resolutions end
Mortal mountains ready To Bloom
Taking from the clouds of yesterday
Surrender to the ascending view
Never to gloom again........
The winds of a thousand words form a new scent
-A new year begins
Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2011
At Christmas as always I ate
So much that I put on some weight
New year I must try
To stay off the pie
And next year, well I just can't wait.
Copyright © lola barron | Year Posted 2012
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...
Copyright © Lycia Harding | Year Posted 2015
Judging our tensile strength
As she furiously reams
Nibbling away at our armor
Undeterred by wishes or dreams
Alternately pushing and pulling
Rending our world with her blast
Yanking us apart at the seams
Copyright © Cona Adams | Year Posted 2015