Best New Poems

As the old year grows cold and grey,

I stand on an ocean of time,

holding my dreams like bright balloons.


Based on visual #1
Written 12/31/14 by Andrea...

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"Year's end is neither an end nor a beginning but a going on, with all the wisdom that experience can instill in us." - ...

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Open like a door before me
Be it sun or rain or stormy
          Each new year gapes...

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Now the year is
Ending
With a toast to

You and yours may
Every dream come true
As you
Roar into the bright New Year~2024...

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To do justly in a world of injustice,
to love mercy though wanting revenge, 
to walk humbly through forests of arrogance,
to speak softly and not to...

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We first met at the Obsidian Bar, 
on a night that I will never forget.
She’s dressed to the nines; like a movie star
in charcoal satin...

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POTD 8th Jan 24


 NOTHING LESS ~ NOTHING MORE

The ambushed night when all was still,
Amidst the gloom, anxiety took my will.
Though the moon cast its...

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Nature's wake from sleep
Life flirts with beauty
a time for flowers to flaunt
...

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“Every year is a chess game. New Year is a new chess game! You make the right moves, you win the game!”
Mehmet Murat ildan


Questions of...

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Another year has come - chillingly -
and more chillingly for me than in decades heretofore.
I watch it ranting from my window as I recall. ....

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I welcomed you twenty twenty, a brand spanking new year
But all you brought with you was death, misery and fear
So I'll be glad to see...

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The Titanic set sail from Queens Town in Cork 
on her maiden voyage to the city of New York. 
Its sinking cost lives that they...

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Twenty-twenty on his deathbed lies.
Most saw him with disapproving eyes.
Some prospered as they watched him grow.
But many looked at him
as a son of woe. Though
no...

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~My Tricycle~

Christmas  eve,
I could not help but peek.

There it was, a blue and pinkish bike.
With streamers all for me...

A ride, I wanted to feel...

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Voices choral, chimes of clay ring out
oh so merrily to a wintry sky
And earthen sounds once silent, still, now shout
in harmony and majesty, they cry....

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