January Poems | Examples of January Poetry

Is it just me, Or does the room sigh when the tree comes down? That empty corner whispers of something lost, A glow extinguished too soon. Regret tiptoes in— Should I have basked more in the soft lights, Savored the pine-sweet...Read the rest...

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It is the first day of the year, And I thought I saw raccoon paw prints in my extra bedroom – on the smooth floor I saw the prints of long animal toes. I don’t see...Read the rest...

Fireworks dance in my eyes, you’re my January; An unused breed of attitude; ...Read the rest...

The morning of January never run like that, The surprise shown is again by the God. The winter day is spraying with rain white, Like the girls dressed in niqab. People is carrying to his house, In a rush,...Read the rest...

So sorry to make you feeling upset Though you said it wasn’t my fault But the consequence from that Is the silence that I have got And the full moon was performing The pantomime through the clouds And invisible stars were...Read the rest...

You shift the autumn breeze, again, you creep into the wind. To crawl beneath my skin, again, as winter's chill seeps in. Your absence fills the air, again, and wraps my world with ice. It taunts and toys with time, again— It...Read the rest...

Upon a dark and stormy night... as jagged bolts of lightning tore thru the the midnight clear and figuratively ripped the sky to shreds (analogous to jumping Jack flash), and ear splitting thunder crackled testing the threshold of tolerance zombies of Sugar...Read the rest...

These wanderers break winter's rules Suspended in the frosted haze — I measure minutes, count the days Since we were young and played like fools My stereo spits broken tunes ...Read the rest...

Wintry Sunday spent in bed, rather than take Christmas lights down instead, I'm right here, where I'm meant to be, with you, this crossword, my next cup of tea, a world turned cold, is left on hold, it's futures untold,...Read the rest...

“Snow brings a special quality with it—the power to stop life as you know it dead in its tracks.” - Nancy Hatch Woodward Winter’s breath, slowly fades, parting On the mist, like heaven’s dust, blue Skies, buried by...Read the rest...

she sits alone in her moonlit room outcast, as if from society a shadow mimics her moves twigs beneath the breeze shake like fingers grasping at nothingness she hears footsteps falling soft yet quick like strokes on a keyboard pressing on as if echoes in her head resurrect old wishes ...Read the rest...

A January Sunday It is forenoon with showers of rain Houses try to huddle together for warmth The trees on the avenue are still wrapped In light that comes on when darkness falls At five in the afternoon...Read the rest...

Men have a new year, But not the seagulls, No first of January for them, They glide in the wind, That is enough for my happiness, The sea is a mirror for the soul, eternity too, Imagine the seagulls like to be...Read the rest...

A new day Comes every day With a morning, a noon An afternoon and an evening It's day and it's night Across the countryside. The first day of the year Is as special as the last Man creates days of feast To distinguish himself...Read the rest...