New-year Poems

New-year poems bring the best collection of short and long new-year poetry. Poems for him and her and every poetry lover. These great new-year rhymes are so amazing they will touch your heart and keep you craving for more. Hope you find your own deep meanings in these new-year poems. They are decent, rhyming, free spirited and true. Thoughts on new-year are here for you.

2015

2015 short poem

2014 brought me in a different awesome ride, I discovered things around me and found my unbelievable side. I became fiercer and wiser than ever before, Shown everything up when I opened my old yellow door. Love wasn’t realized at

January Blues

January Blues short poem

Christmas is over and done. The past belongs to the dead. A bright new age has begun. Fresh plans evolve in my head. Do what the hell I may choose – Then… damn! January blues. The wind blows chill off

Strike Out.

Strike Out. long poem

After so much struggle  Throughout the year , After achieving success  That you had feared, It’s time to cherish.  To be thankful for the good  Experiences you had, To be grateful for the worst experiences from which you learned ,

New Year Resolutions

New Year Resolutions short poem

The echoes of those ancient poetries Red ink dripping from blank dreams Drooping pens and tightened grips Gloomy blue tunes, fatuous time slips These are few of my forgotten things Futuristic pragmatic event flows Far sighted chapter with new goals

Happy New Year!

Happy New Year! short poem

Faceless void, rapacious throng jostling bodies, pulsating song Bacchus entrailed minds strobe lighting that blinds words uttered, meanings drowned strangers all, though friends abound arrhythmic, gyrating the moves predatory stance of wolves lives fragmented, delusions of gaiety facile bonds, sacrificed

Promises To Keep

Promises To Keep short poem

We resolve to turn a new leaf in our lives Yet go back to whining old ways in no time Why do we break promises ever so often? When we want a better future than our past or present Why

Here’s to Your New Year

Heres to Your New Year short poem

Another year has past and gone, Tomorrow will bring a new year’s dawn, This year to come has so much potential, But you making the choice is totally essential. For without choice you will not do All of the things

Wishing You Happy New Year 2017

Wishing You Happy New Year 2017 short poem

Wishing all loving friends very happy new year Though staying far away yet you are very near New dawn will be very zealous like crystal clear Welcome the effervescent sun with fervent cheer All your amazing dreams may come true

End Of A Year

End Of A Year prose poem

Smudged on the horizon, Beneath the uncaring gray clouds, Farewell of the year Fireworks set out, And the ink drips down to nothingness. Life goes on. But pain has the gift of rekindling, And heart is it’s faithful torchbearer –

New Year’s Wishes

New Years Wishes short poem

Now my heart sings- Happy New Year to seen and unseen- dear or not so dear. At least one day in a year with the rise of sun I send you warmth of my heart- enjoy life, have fun. For

2016-2017

2016 2017 short poem

As the countdown hit zero and everyone cheered in the new year, All I could do was shead a tear and curse the past year, The joyous noise that sorounded me made my heart sink, I was stuck in a

Maybe A New Year Non-wish?

Maybe A New Year Non wish? short poem

Hmmm … now for a New Year 2015 Non-wish … Morph into that garden snail, idling around, salivating around, barely undulating a slimy inch within an orgasm-hectic New Year dawn. Perhaps no more thoughts, no more ideation, no self-quantification in

Madness

Madness short poem

Last year vanished New year ushered while Sun continue to shine Moon as usual on and off seen Shivering Cold continue hide and seek Sweating Hot continue to rise Expectantly unpredictable rain Prices continue to rise to the skies Un

Year Of Young People

Year Of Young People short poem

Our paths have different ways Each one a new discovery, Like the sunny or rainy days Wondering what’s going to cover me. Here we are again another year Not knowing what our future holds, Living; looking around in a constant

April First

April First short poem

The thief helped the blind man up his front steps caressed his elbow and asked about lucky numbers and did he dream about more than one thing – was there smell and touch and sound, how could he tell if

Welcome — 2018

Welcome     2018 prose poem

Hail New Year ! The guest most honoured And welcomed with utmost cheer Around the world, everywhere ! With houses and homes all lit up And vibrant floral decors Sweet music floating in the air Mingling with laughter and cheer

April

April short poem

Dried leaves flutter across retina Spring gusts pop stop move along crawl catch scurry scurry duck walk jump twirl hold lifted up and up flying returning Blur burned image receding winged body’s sudden arc up impossible to see details vibrating

A Thesis Of New Year

A Thesis Of New Year short poem

Hopes filled and mostly disappointed A few of succeeded giving a courage A year called that at the end of midnight Put a comma and it continues same as In a cycle we ride the cycle Beyond the horizon some

New Year

New Year english poems

Christmas is here New Year must be near… Happy New Year!

New Year’s Day

New Years Day short poem

Before the lights go out And the world stops hearing music One last song, Let’s sing the blues away…. Before the day dims out And people stop believing in magic, One last picture, Let’s paint the pain away….. Before the

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Don’t Tell Me What I Cannot Do

Don’t Tell Me What I Cannot Do short poem

I’ll do what I want to, just to show you even if it is to spite you, I’m not a child anymore in jr. high school, I know I might be too old to know better but I’m still too

Coming Home

Coming Home short poem

When I went away, You remained at home I’m sorry I left you all alone There was one guarantee That I always Knew that when I came home I came home to you You were my constant, my rock My

Do Minor With Missing Key

Do Minor With Missing Key short poem

1 On the way to where We were going Tense tone Late spring Not a march on the desert 2 We talk about faults, Hours spent, Hand-stitched crystals Things on dry land, on secure land 3 Someone had an old

Bud

Bud prose poem

Forget nothing and dream of everything opening like a flower bud Turning memories into fantasy and reality but an if and why and could Smell the flowers scent and it reminds you of a woman of the wood It’s colour

Symbiosis Of Life

Symbiosis Of Life long poem

Life is a symbiosis, relationship it makes possible, interaction among humans it creates, social system it establishes, cultural institution it builds, political arrangement to avoid vacuum, it puts in place. Life is a symbiosis, bridge it throws to span human

Pondering With Moon

Pondering With Moon short poem

Yes…I know …I know my steps are to end. Darkness awaits ’round yonder bend. Wrinkled and worn have I become, scarred and tempered beneath loyal sun. Neither gospel nor gun, a lantern to be, for the cosmic thicket now welcoming

I’m A Dirty Lamppost So Look Away, Please

Im A Dirty Lamppost So Look Away, Please short poem

You looked at me like a firefly Lighting up the night sky Like my bright was a night light In the pits of your psyche You called me a flashlight Ready to expose the rows of evils in the cosmos

But A Mere Traveler

But A Mere Traveler short poem

I am but a mere Traveler On a dusty winding road, With only a box of feelings And my pet toad. I met many people, many strangers, Many foes. But only some of them deserve their roles, In my trampled,

Happiness Made Not Found

Happiness Made Not Found long poem

She dusts her memories with thoughts and prayers for those she left behind. Longing for them like ebb and tide. She spins looms of love laden with smiles and hope And somersaults days into nights tossing her old life into

Raindrops

Raindrops short poem

I sat by the window, With a cup of tea warming my palms, And watched the plummeting raindrops, Gleefully break into a sprightly dance. One by one the drops, Glided down the window pane, And with great rhythm and motion,

The Road I Had Taken

The Road I Had Taken short poem

The road I had taken Is the road of uncanny hour, Darkness of gloom beheld by lonely church spire Walks with mine fragile feet in most mystic manner. Steps that I had started in most casual space Have no anxiety

Like Gold

Like Gold short poem

The man of her life treats her like gold, So she cries Because she knows Her secrets would break him inside And would crush his soul, So to protect him she lies As her secrets are something that she holds

What He Is? (part 2)

What He Is? (part 2) short poem

He is the unreadable art of my poem… He is mine cold air in this hot summer… His voice is my favourite… Without hearing him i am deaf… Without seen him i am blind… He always try to make me

Innately miscible

Innately miscible prose poem

From my lashes fall a salty solution but never the solution to the trigger of my violent pollution. Feeding the well within me with ammunition of self-pity. My thoughts seeking through garbage dumps of my mishaps, picking up and hoarding

Oh Father

Oh Father prose poem

I was tense, My son hadn’t returned home even past midnight. I had an empty stomach But was hungry to see him. He came roaring on his bike, To zoom past me into his bed room. I anxiously asked my

Buried Effort

Buried Effort short poem

A face unbeknownst – belying recognition, To create mighty buildings is his mission. With caring hands does he mix, The cement and mud that he spreads over the bricks. Over his head he carries, The stones brought from the quarries.

Tears From Clowns

Tears From Clowns long poem

there’s a song in my heart that needs to be sung in union with friends a bit combersome fallen angelic creatures with vast different features create a whole inside flirting with fire blowing it up to its fullest of desire

I Am In Love With That …

I Am In Love With That ... short poem

I am in love with that pain That forces me to write The flower that keeps butterflies happy The water that is met by a traveler in a desert I am in love with that ray of Sun That falls

Zeus

Zeus ode

A man I love sits very still though his skin I have never touched He calls to me yet, his voice I’ve never heard His beard is thick but never grows any longer I look into his eyes but see

November nights

November nights short poem

When the night train leaves the terminal, It’s body cold as a corpse, It’s lights alive as chickens in The butcher’s cage, I sit bunched up in my Flea market shawl beside the closed windows. I play that game of