January 3 Poems - Poems about January 3

what is left of me, once you have taken all that I am? what words are left for me to wallow in after you say goodbye? in who's arm do I find comfort, now that mine have been shackled? how do I say I love you when I can't bring myself to love again, or have I ever? how...

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Graceful classy stanzas, a theme with good posture. She’s a fresh Capricorn poet. Walking with a metaphor on her head, stubborn refrains...

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You keep checking the date, Like the days can pass in hours. And you know you'll be bitter if you miss it. Just keep checking the time you fool. But the days can pass in hours, And you keep counting the months, Because you know that delusion is better than honesty. You know that the days pass in hours, you fool....

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Evergreen corpses strewn on sidewalks like victims of plague, still adorned with specks of tinsel abandoned and forlorn once welcome houseguests now in the street never to greet another New Year all the presents unwrapped put in proper place beside last years loot of sweaters, records and notebooks never got written in nothing to drink and no money for the bar the food all...

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pale blue Polar vortex/ pre-dawn light, puce, gold glow/ no match, She trades Her mere myth for the Depth...

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My long-lost winter is here Even if it has not snowed, For by and by, woodsmoke is near Drifting slow across the road A most distinctive scent It carries to the nose, Up, up a chimney vent Where a fireplace glows Quite pleasant, yet strong This scent I do remember, Though it lasts not long From many a dying ember The season's sure sign Where a chill...

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8x8x8x8 Poetry Contest Charles Messina So here we are in the new year Throw confetti wishes and cheer January opened its doors nicely Merry old me entered modestly Shook the monkey off my back Took his banana in place of a snack How losing a few pounds inspires Now I can climb the tree of desires...

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A venetian red yearling’s head Pops up From behind a fallen log Licks rouge from its lips And the syrup sipped from dark maple bark Ears tweaking To the snow-crunch creak Of my dog and me approaching From down the trail Forest Tamed by these trampled snow-winding paths The deer doesn’t flinch Up ahead Top of the trash receptacle Is aflutter with cardinals and sparrows Though observed The object has not...

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January 27, 1973 I was sitting in the barracks yelling and screaming echoed through the halls sirens blaring, horns blowing, fireworks popping; the war was over ...

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Whoosh. Whoosh. A fire beneath steel, The engines burn, the heavens kneel. Thrum. The pulse of courage, the beating heart, Each mission a daring work of art. Seven names on Challenger’s sky, They rose with dreams, they dared to fly. Crack. Pop. Boom. The frost betrayed, A cloud of grief where hope once stayed. Seven more on Columbia’s flame, Mach fifteen carried their names. Hiss. The breach unseen, the...

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In whispered hushes, the year awakes, A canvas fresh, where dreams will take. January’s breath, crisp and clear, A brushstroke bold in time’s frontier. Fireworks bloom in velvet skies, Dreams ignited, hopes aimed high. Resolutions inked in hearts anew, Paths imagined, leading through. Snow-clad earth, Winter’s delight, A **Wonderland** bathed in silver light. Frosted panes hold tales yet to be told, While ambered hearths shield us...

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Wretched emasculated celibate anchorite (any relationship between the following poem and living persons - namely the writer of these words ranks as purely coincidental and fictitious). nevertheless he suffers existential blight covered head to toe in black and blue bruises linkedin wherein yours truly (himself) did self flagellate, less for religious reasons, than cuz he felt contrite about his mein kampf and hard times, where purpose...

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May 2024, when I decided to stay away, To help keep my feelings at bay. I found a piano at this place. Started practicing, thinking of impressing someone. Now, the friendship has long gone. I continue to play the piano at many places. That was how my music adventure started. Today, while playing at MC, Something amazing happened. A young man stood by and...

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Tick-tick. The countdown starts, Dreams ignite in hopeful hearts. Eyes so wide, they cannot stray, The Florida sky calls them to stay. Whoosh. Whoosh. A rocket’s flame, A silver arrow carves its name. Thirty-eight years, yet echoes ring, Of seven souls who chased the spring. Boom. Boom. The morning cracked, A plume of white, the silence stacked. “What happened?” they cried, young voices shake, As innocence crumbles with the...

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Sweetness is a Jasmine January Seeds its scent along the inkberry Starflowers streaming a fecund path I bask in a heavenly perfumed bath Winter bouquets an Elysian Field sanctuary Jasmine scents ladies of the night Jazzman ticklin’...

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