Year Poems - Poems about Year

There are four seasons every year on earth. They are Spring, Summer, Autumn, and Winter. The season now is like boiling water. This season is mostly good for the plants. Well, experts say that plants need much sunlight. All living things need sunlight to live too. It’s so hot, but need to get used to it. Oh, the sun! The sun! The...

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A new season comes Gorgeous and wonderful plants Snowdrops and new trees...

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> There is a new world rising, Not in thunder, not in fire— But in a silence so deep, It echoes across the galaxies. 181 nations, long forgotten by history’s biased pen, Have gathered—not in conflict, but in covenant. From the ruins of colonial greed, A golden phoenix stirs. The old gods of currency—Dollar, Euro, Pound— Fall like crumbling idols. In their place, a New...

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It doesn’t happen everyday Through perilous weather, flies Santa’s sleigh Reflecting in the Winter sun Are its legs, in gunmetal grey Yet as Christmas Eve turns to Morning Falling behind red-silk and cotton Among the frost One’s mind is lost And all else is forgotten The children play with what was brought Without as much as a second thought From where these marvellous gifts came Or in...

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Let the rain fall through the town From the hills, all around Watch the flowers grow in sync They'll stand tall but don't you blink Then the time of laugh and cheer Which will never disappear Fog stays the most of all Soon after the leaves fall The chilling age in time is here With snowfall always near The year repeats time again But the...

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You died today, three years ago. Which is when I wrote down this date with a brief note. Katrina died. Yeah, that was all I could fit inside, on the month and date in this small box with a space below your exit time. So it’s there. Centered, where I scribbled down inside, an...

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We brought a puzzle to the cabin, rented on a Friday-front holiday. Our tween was bored before we passed the first exit. We needed the escape— a break from where we'd been and where we were (or thought we were, then). I bit my lip the whole drive, sucked in my stomach hoping you'd eye me sideways. I was fine-tuning my profile in case it...

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I would bring you a dancing two-year-old A giddy, happy, excited, joyful toddler She would be wearing a fancy dress Her spinning and twirling would make you smile She would take your hands and clap them for you You would be delighted with her, for she is delightful She would show you how to fingerpaint and remind you to laugh that hearty...

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As a young child of five, I found myself in dance school. It was a fun place to make new friends, as we learned about dancing. After a year of training, we were ready for our big dance recital. The exciting night finally came, we were dressed in hot pink outfits. Now it was our turn with music playing, we marched out onto...

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My Thursday Morning Prayer The words have been the poem, and a good poem should fill you It can offer consolation and comfort in your time of need Lift your pens, you upcoming poets, Write to, your heart contents let your words, be a conversation topic, be the closing of the graduation speech, because rhythmic language...

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The sun still spills on the oranges' skin, Bright as the lies we bury within. The sea is patient, the palms still sway, But silence gathers at the edge of the bay. How many rules must the warm wind bear Before it forgets how to kiss the air? They scribble statutes in hurried ink— Do they ever pause long enough to think? Children...

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Midnight's zero hour draws ever near, With bated breath, we await the cheer for new year . Unfazed by cold, our spirits run high, As nostalgia whispers sweet and bitter sighs. Everyone hustles for parties, friends, and family Gathering to cherish moments, dancing to music's melody. The celebration euphoric, a grand adieu to the past, Honoring 2024, as it leaves us...

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Sunday 2025.05.25 This morning, I arrived at the Station, Gave the Swan Hill V-Line train a miss, The same train which I travelled Exactly one year ago. When I had a relaxing and peaceful time, At the border of NSW and Victoria. It turned out I should catch the missed train, To take me to Kangaroo Flat, One stop away from Bendigo. What significant thing...

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The optimal life is simple for girls, one pregnancy a year, from puberty, living with parents and leaving the burden on their tired shoulders, assuming twins or triplets, you reach a dozen children by college. Graduate in three years, practicing programming with intensity and zeal, secure a job at a major tech company, the dream of every heart. Then transition...

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It’s been one year since I still have a slight wince But problems finally normal No longer labeled a criminal I glow with patient reservation With a stony smile I go on my run Damaged yet able to love deeper Yearning to better dote the next her I count life’s ticks with more admiration I have one more chance to have a son The...

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