January 1 Poems - Poems about January 1

Randall vs Randall

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

Ageless Designs

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

January Flower

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.

Christmas Is Five Days Dead

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

Freyja put to shame

pale blue

Polar vortex/

pre-dawn light, puce, gold glow/

no match, She trades Her mere myth for

the Depth

Woodsmoke in the Wind

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

My January Fix Brought February's Kick

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

Gifts of the Winter Witch

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

January 1973

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

Never Abandon Stellar Ambitions

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

January

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

Wretched emasculated celibate anchorite

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

My music adventure

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

As Children Watch the Florida Sky: 38 Years Gone By

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

Winter Jasmine

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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