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Poem Details | by Roman Chebukin |
Categories: adventure, baby, baptism, beach, boyfriend, brother, cat, christian, computer-internet, confusion, dad, dance, flower, kids, forgiveness, january, life, lonely, loss, lost love, sports, success, suicide, teacher, teen, thank you, thanksgiving, tree, uplifting, wife, me, write, me, write,

Welcome 2013

Well we are already a couple of months in so i just wanted to say welcome
this will be a new journey for the both of us, so i hope it will be awesome
I will try to write more than usual this year, I promise:)
What would help tho if you readers would send me topics and stuff to help me write about things cuz my mind goes way faster than my fingers and i cant think of just one thinglolso thank you readersplz comment and tell me your thoughts.

Poem Details | by Cynthia Alvez |
Categories: friendship, me, song, write, january, love, me, song, write,

An Ode To A Friend

We met in 8th grade...We became great friends and
Years later,

She Dared Me To Write my First Poem January 21, 1948...we were both 16...I on January 9th and she on January 20th same year.

"I bet you can't write the second verse to this poem!" she said to me in sassy manner...

She shoves a note book page to me with a scribble in her handwriting.

The title was "I Love To Dance!"

How absurd I thought, after all, I was a "singer!"

Without hesitation I took the paper and began to write..."I'd love to be held close in your arms where only I could share all your charms..." 

I followed with a few more line of "poetic bliss", to my thinking, and her respone was..."How did you do that?"

I replied, hands on hips, "Well you wrote the first so I wrote the second!"

Eloise replied in evident astonishment, "Girl, mine was from a song sheet!"
We fell out laughing as any 16 year olds would do.

Of course, I've written thousands of poems since then and I often say, "It's like breathing to me!".

My friend Eloise will be laid to rest tomorrow, March 16, 2013...Such a sad song for meWe stayed in touch over the years and often still laughed about that dare for me to write a second verse...Who knew?!

My heart is filled with the sorrow of Eloise's demise
Yet I sing still

Poem Details | by Mike Martin |
Categories: january, lonely, longing, lost, lost love, love,

January Blues

I fell out of bed at the start of this day
With a real bad case of January blues
My old car won't start, but that's okay
I got a brand new shiny pair of shoes

It's cold outside and in my heart
My baby left town on the five fifteen
I just don't know what drove us apart
I don't know why I've been feeling so mean

The gate won't close, and my dog ran away
I slipped and fell by the railroad track
I've had these January blues all day
I sure do hope that my baby comes back

Poem Details | by Ravindra K Kapoor |
Categories: lovehindi, beautiful, me, age, light, longing, water, age, beautiful, day, hindi, january, light, love, may, me, poetry, water,

A poem to Love

A Poem to love 

To day I am placing here a great Hindi poem of a renowned poet
Translated by me as a poem which I hope would touch your mind 
And heart intensely.
From the day I read this poem in between a play its wordings
Have touched me very deeply.

Since the poem is a beautiful piece of poetry by a great Indian
Hindi writer, poet, dramatist and story writer I am trying to
Bring its translation as much I could make from my mind without
Claiming that this is the best.

Brief background story for poetry soup lovers to judge the poem 
In light in the light of its real beauty:

The heroine who was in the age of sweet sixteen was in love
With someone very intensely, but his actual lover ask her to
Show her love for someone else for obtaining a greater result
For the sake of his motherland and the heroine tries to love
Some one else, who asked a price for the same and gave only
Pains and agonies to herBut, when she sees her actual love 
Her hearts is willing to welcome him and how- you will see 
In this beautiful poem:
Translation of the poem of Jai Shanker Prasad a great Hindi poet.
Jaishankar Prasad (January 30, 1889 – January 14, 1937), 
one of the most famous figures in modern Hindi literature

“Intoxicated by the wine of youth, in the age of sixteen
She cared only to love 
And to whom she should give her heart, 
She had no desire to know
And the one to whom she sold her precious heart,
Was asking a price for the same
The greedy even took away
The only treasure of pains and memories from her

She felt dusty storms were rising in her heart
And her love was coming totally unaware,
She thought to sprinkle water running from her eyes to  
Make the path slippery 
So that her love may walk slowly 
And she may behold her love, a little more
The longing of her life may get fulfilled
And her hopes may get a base to stay a little more

She knew all the steams of the world would be running from her eyes
Making it more difficult to recognize her face  
As the deep sea in her eyes would be splashing water on her face”

Only translation is made by me and the poem in Hindi belongs to
Late Jai Shanker Prasad.

Kanpur   India  29th January 2010  


Poem Details | by YASEMIN BALANDI |
Categories: january, love, new year, sky, visionary, winter, world,


Loving you is easy
As you are the door – Ianua 
To spring
Ice clouds are held in the furnace:
Dirty grey pearls
Your other name is of course
Janus- you are the month of transition
Though I love you as you are
Frostbites as your trade
Dew on the sullen grass
Fog of Monet above Thames
The sun bites its tongue: pusillanimous

Loving you is easy
For you are full of hope and mystery
Away with the yesteryear we sing
Welcome January- our pagan hearts chant.
Sometimes snow whitewashes the towns 
And the broken hearts begin to mend
At its diamond glow.

Loving you is easy
For you are the Wulf- Monath 
Of the Saxons.
Blue eyed ancient creatures
Flame our imaginations
White furs and fragile egos.

Loving you is easy 
As your aluminium foiled  soil
Is toiled and tamed 
For the bulbs and the seeds 
Oh the anticipation to witness the colours and scents again
The earth will shed its dead skin

Poem Details | by Adam Hapworth |
Categories: feelings, january, love,

January's Thaw

I was cold,
callous, sometimes mean.
Keeping my feelings unseen
in the deep freeze of winter.
This shield of ice no one could splinter.

Why would a man show his heart,
something no one saw,
feelings nothing but a flaw.

In the middle of this life.
You appeared walking in the door,
lit up the room like never before.
Why would you notice me?
Your too amazing too believe

Looking at me was just the start.
Through this icy layer you saw,
something in me that was a draw.

It didn’t take long
too realize what I was seeing.
This shell starts melting
The sight of your beauty 
making it feel balmy.

You soft touch warms my heart.
It makes these feelings raw
How I love January’s thaw

These days, no more icy shell!
You dug me out of my mess.
With an open heart I confess;
Love for you I’ll never withdraw.
How I love January’s thaw!!

Poem Details | by Juli- Michelle |
Categories: father daughter, growing up, january, love, me, time, me, time,


It's time for me to change
People repeat their pastimes
And make the same promise each year
But it's time for ME to change

For that I must arrange
My goals in a smarter way
They must always stay:
In order for me to change 

Happy new year, I hear quite oft
It won't be happy until I make it so
My actions will determine the year
This time my efforts will show

Poem Details | by Neldy Jolo |
Categories: adventure, allegory, anniversary, beautiful, beauty, childhood, courage, devotion, god, me, god, love, me,


(1 January 2013 – 12:01AM)

By this first day of the year 2013
I am asking anyone to forgive me if I have things done that hurt you
I was sudden with the firecrackers
Sounds of bullets flying in the air
This is becoming a culture
That by the end and start of the year there shall be having a gun fire
Is this so not to put a gun as inutile?
I have no new year’s resolution at hand 
But I wanted to do my best to change whatever things needed to be changed
Oh God please witness my changes to manifest in my entire being 
from good to very good, from ordinary to extra ordinary and from evil to no evil
Let me love memories of 2012 that I have
Please forgive me God through everyone’s forgiveness.
I love everyone and someone
Thank you God! 

Poem Details | by Suzette Richards |
Categories: addiction, january, life, love, me, pain, song,

No More Hallelujah

My love for you will never fade You locked the door; my bed I’ve made A face in the crowd reminds me: so you The smile at tilt; the voice that lilt The auburn hair; the skin so fair My tender heart skips a beat: Hallelujah Hallelujah, Hallelujah Hallelujah, Hallelujah Your eyes held mine, a magic spell The pain I felt was a pleasing hell No one could e'ver compare to you You touched my face with your hand The time all round came to a stand From my soul I moaned: Hallelujah Hallelujah, Hallelujah Hallelujah, Hallelujah Love’s tender touch now in the past Around I’d see: Nothing e'er last The things I did could’ve blew’ you The cars I drove at such high speed The fast life our friends would lead We did not understand the Hallelujah Hallelujah, Hallelujah Hallelujah, Hallelujah I tempted you with a bit of *snow You didn’t at first want to know If y' didn’t know how I’d show you The surreal dream showed on your face Everything moved at a faster pace You shouted my name: Hallelujah! Hallelujah, Hallelujah Hallelujah, Hallelujah You pulled away then from me I was begging for you please to see What this was doing to us; to you All that mattered was the crave Your life given over to a rave You’ve shut me out in this Hallelujah Hallelujah, Hallelujah Hallelujah, Hallelujah Your beauty faded before my eyes The pain you caused with all your lies I couldn’t bear to see what we did to you Your dreams had fallen and paranoid The reality, now null and void A syringe, your only Hallelujah Hallelujah, Hallelujah Hallelujah, Hallelujah On our true love I will always dine To’ve turned back to another time To happy times I loved and knew you For bringing you into this ruin Sorry! This was all my doin’ For me there will be no more Hallelujah.
NO MORE HALLELUJAH, © 17 January 2013 Suzette Crous *snow: slang for cocaine Inspired by the song HALLELUJAH copyright © Leonard Cohen Lyrics: "You say I took the name in vain I don't even know the name But if I did, well, really, what's it to you? There's a blaze of light in every word It doesn't matter which you heard The holy or the broken Hallelujah" >b>Sung by ALEXANDRA BURKE (If this does not move you, check your pulse...): (X Factor winner) and (at the Royal Albert Hall, London) For those who can play guitar: "Hallelujah chords best version":- For Frank H's Contest: Hallelujah 17 January 2012

Poem Details | by Adam Hapworth |
Categories: january, love,

January my dearest

Just thinking of you here tonight from afar
As every time were apart I realize 
Never will I be without you my sweet
Ultimately you're coursing through my mind
Always in my heart, with each beat
Rarely out of reach,  or view of your eyes
You'll always be with me no matter where we are

Poem Details | by Sebastian Aaron Baez |
Categories: lost love, repetition,

I know it's January

Burning embers
Turning December 
Everything is turning to ice
To cold to remember
Nice sunny reminders of summer
Sweaty lovers
Silk chilled feathers
And love letters
Lovers climbing ladders
Falling heart tumbling disasters
Hurt follows after burnt chapters
Remember what matters
Burning embers
Everything is turning December
Everything is turning to ice 
To cold to remember
Nice to forget those burning chapters
Turn disasters into loving reminders
Of things that matter
I cherish these love letters
I write with a silk chilled feather
Talk to you later

Poem Details | by James Nichols |
Categories: child, childhood, growing up, january, philosophy, seasons, spiritual, time, winter, love, time,

Time's Flight

Another year turns over, people look to see
just what the coming year will mean for you and me.
Tomorrow's worries aren't here, and yesterday's are passed.
Daylight's your new blessing, but it's really burning fast.

The seasons change so quickly, now that we're growing old.
"Seize the day my son", seems I was always told.
You cannot live life over, and you cannot take it back,
so make a first impression, be a leader of the pack.

We hurry every day, never noticing the minutes
flying by so quickly, time has no sense of limits.
Just talking all the while, we have such tales to tell.
If only every now and then we grab a rose to smell.

Take time for those you love, and those who love you, too.
For tomorrow some of them might not be here for you.
Teach your children honesty and show them some good deeds.
Because love will never flourish if we never plant the seeds.

Poem Details | by Robin Lane |
Categories: forgiveness, friendship, imagination, lost love, love

Dream, January 2008

We were in a car,
you and me
and her,
crunched uncomfortably together,
three people tied
by passionate
veins of aching blood.
And my knees curled at my chest
in the middle of the backseat,
your face
and hers
in profile against
the windshield.
It wasn’t raining
perhaps that would have been
more poignant.
She didn’t speak
to me,
only gave me backwards looks
as if to say…
oh, I don’t know what she’d say
if she could say anything to me:
in the dream,
she spoke only to you.
And there I am,
sweating in the backseat,
tears piercing the corners of my eyes,
and I can’t say

Poem Details | by John Loving III |
Categories: love,

cold january bliss

a few meeting here and there
a few kind words shown with care
each passing night of the summer
finally to find what i discovered

a few day dreams and fantasies
a few poetic themes and wishes to be
that simply vanished i could not see
but kindness always kept me hoping

the few times i tested my bravery
searching for that certian slavery
to give my heart and will
hoplessness could not kill

januarys cold winter night
found her sitting on summers site
joyful in that special mood
that extra nice that was extra smooth

she was surprized when i serenaded her
you should have seen her
wrap arms around my shoulders
i felt myself getting bolder and bolder

she kissed my cheek she kissed my neck
and took a moment to put on lip stick
we spoke of love and it's terrible ways
and how we made it through those uneasy days

who knows when we fell in love
maybe before then and it was a summer love
we held hands and made our confessions
though few the cold hours a wonderful lesson

we said "i love you's" that i knew were real
nothing except myself to make her feel
i finally found what i thought was forever lost
away to love someone and equally share the cost

we parted with "i love you " and the kiss of bliss
and with wondering and surprize that nite i missed
reaching to hold her from one block away
all day my thought of her stays and stays

walking home the next day yet colder still
passing by her house my wished it willed
she came out wishing me well
she had to be waiting of this i can tell

she hugged me and i asked for a kiss
forever on the lips and i will never miss
just for this moment who could ask for more than this
twentyfour hours of cold january bliss

Poem Details | by Sami LaRose |
Categories: happiness, love, nature, january, nature, stars,

Like A Star

Like A Star
Jan 11th,2011
By: Sami LaRose

I look upon the stars and count them
One by one;
 Number by number;
All of different shapes, sizes, forms and even different colors.
The encases of the nights air brushes upon my check,
Reviling the cold January air against me
It all feels so calming, cool and relaxed
But then we’ve got to look back at different points in time and think back,
What did I do there
Was it a wrong choice or was it a right one
Do I know what I’m doing or don’t I
So many different question, and yet so many unanswered,
Sometimes life relives to us in different ways, shapes, forms, sizes, and colors, just like the stars in the night sky do
So see, we are really no different from nature it’s self
Because nature is a star
And you are like a star
The one shinning brightest so far.

Written On January 11th, 2011

Poem Details | by Dr. Upma A. Sharma |
Categories: cute love,

Hello January

Eleven months is too long a wait to greet,
Hello January ! At last you are here,
I was zealous to receive you this new year!

Some shiny pearls of intense merriment,
Amused throughout the year and gave a blow,
Let fill your heart and the face glow!

Some new resolutions to be made with you,
Few unkept promises solid as a bundle of water,
Must be kept and shared with you !

Some missing strands of mission unaccomplished,
Still ought to be executed this month,
Anticipate an appreciation from you!

Few events the source of unhappiness,
Though seem difficult to be forgotten,
Let them die earlier to you!

Hello! A brand new January ,
You are getting younger year by year,
I yearn for a close encounter with you!!

Poem Details | by James Pepper |
Categories: celebration, class, culture, farewell, january, love hurts,

Wendy, the Roma girl

She's a pack-up and lander,
Like the geese and the gander,
She's a Roma,
On her own-a,
In a two wheeled house,
Involved with no weak willed spouse,
O honey! I've no money but I would be your mouse!
Snow White, fibre glass, heavenly abode,
Look real close, I'm a frog not a toad,
Look real close, look real close before you decide to hit the road,
Look real close if you really have to go,

Life is the ripples from the sound of the gun,
The flash of the barrel - the old, the young,
Always shining like a puddle of light,
Twisting and twirling, 
Delving and diving,
Like a mermaid in hiding,
You're still surviving and thriving,

The barking from your dog on a rope,
Caused me to slip on the soap,
As we kissed in your shower,
On the Millenium hour,
I couldn't tell if she was sad,
But I had come from my lillipad,
And could leave glad,
And when we pulled the last party popper,
We parted, me with a hop-a,
I thought she will probably soon be hitting the road,
Through that perspex window she glowed,
As I turned, I noticed her hearing aid was off,
The fireworks rose and went "Bang", "Nee" and "Boff",
She hates loud noises and it was Y2K,
She left soon after like the mist of love's spray,

Poem Details | by C.J. Langdon |
Categories: addiction, beautiful, boyfriend, cute love, january, love, poetry,


1.19.17.// 2:53 P.M

You are the drug I should've resisted,
I should have stopped, but I insisted
So now I'm high off of your laugh
and time stops like a photograph.
In your eyes, I see my dreams,
though things aren't always as they seem
Now I am yours, and you are mine,
but then we're not at the same time.
I'm so clingy, and you're so not,
and after days I feel so caught
But I don't want to get attached,
like a lock with no key already latched.
I like you more than you'll understand,
my feelings for you are like quicksand.
The more I move, the faster I sink,
I must stay calm and just not think
And now you're more than just my drug,
you're my addiction, and I can't unplug.
You're my favorite thing that makes me smile,
but there's not that much inside that file.
Though you are still the number one,
for anyone else, I'd have been done.
You said that you like me a lot,
though then your story was not bought.
But now I see you really do,
and I feel the same towards you too
Now without you, I'd feel so numb,
so we will see what's yet to come

- J.T.A.

Poem Details | by Dan Cwiak |
Categories: i miss you, love, moving on, romance,


J ust as I started to fall for you
A nother entered my life.
N o, I was not expecting it to happen there
U nder the Oak where we first met.
A nyone would have been taken aback
R eminiscences of our young love
Y et are you her eyes.

   Born 1/8

Written: 8/9/15

Poem Details | by Jennifer Gibson |
Categories: dad, love,

January 26 2016 To Dad

To my dad:

I love you
I miss you
I want to 
Hug and kiss you.

I want you to know
How I love you so.
I miss you so much
I wish I could touch

Your work-hardened hands
That met all my demands.
I mqiss the sound of your bike
As you ride in, that I like.

I am afraid
That too much 
Time has passed by,
To just let this fly.

I miss your bedtime stories
You told me some nights
Right before you
Would cut out the lights.

Poem Details | by Jennifer Gibson |
Categories: care, children, hate, love, marriage,

January 12, 2015

If love is fleeting
Then it's sleeting
You said you hate me
Now you date me.

You get me riled up,
When the bills are piled up.
I'm already stressed,
I can't deal with that mess.

You want to do things
Like people with rings,
But there's so much more
To marriage than that.

Marriage is love
And caring and sharing.
Marriage is much more than rings
It's dishes, laundry, bills & things.

The kids who rob
You of your sleep
Your key fob
They keep.

Poem Details | by Renee Asbury |
Categories: lost love, love, time,

The time has Come January 11, 2003


Our time has come 
I guess this is the end of our forever 
I can remember us as kids 
a time when our love was real 
when it was strong 
when forever was meant to be filled with happiness 
Now look where we are today 
Never did I imagine our love would fail us 
I always thought it would keep us strong 
How we lie to our selves believing we can make it through this 
So I guess it has come to the point where we have to stop and just walk away 
all the pain I shall carry with me know this is it 

Poem Details | by Jennifer Gibson |
Categories: depression, feelings, sad, sad love,

January 10, 2015

Sometimes I feel like
A caged animal longing to be free
Knowing if I flee
That he'll come after me.

My thoughts are not mine.
I belong to him
My ways I can't have,
He won't allow them.

One day I'll break free
From this misery
One day I'll be me
And totally free.

Someday I'll be back
To my former self.
Until then, she'll
Sit on a shelf.

Poem Details | by matthew harris |
Categories: 12th grade, animal, beautiful, humor, love, true love, wedding,

Circa January 2010 Bell Tower And Carillon

Twittered Via Chilled Wren
At Valley Forge, Pennsylvania

Prior carte blanche to confessing illicit
     extra-marital affair
I embolden tomb ache
     elicit, and baldly bare
faced laid out some
     of the sordid details clear
embarrassed at one escapade
     in particular constituting dear

peppy's questing randy romping caper
     necessitating vigilance 'ere
a park ranger, (or other unsuspecting
     winter weather way
     Farer attired in gear
adequately bundled
     cold as a witch's tit
     seasoned trooper) 
     reluctantly repeated here

(unforgettable if only be
     cause this "FAKE" Casanova ace
thee Missus i.e.wife)
     did conversationally chase
beseeched, hen pecked,
     and implored me NOT to erase
boot to recount with (itty bitty)
     Monty Python glory, a straight face,
that one particular amazingly grace

obviously penned up, 
     and not in the write
mind (pre poetry daze),
     which scurrilous anecdote
     did (and still does) in vite

guffawing, sans
     peculiar public philandering,
     with atavistic cave man
     designs tried to unite
where daunting phallus spite

confronting Arctic Vortex when right
lee let loose from pants
     froze like a little popsicle quite
purposely remained flaccid

     leaving me in a penile plight
when trying to hump
     (standing up like a good Knight
comically ridiculous travesty)
     With Barbara B****, light
of adventurous Green Beret spirit, the
     Unabashed MILF about average height
fifty years, whose busty bosom

     silicone breast implants
     tell tale viz radiation
     and chemo therapy fight
(resulting from post
     Ductal Carcinoma in situ)
needless to tell
nary an erectile spell
Asper tinker soldier
     tailor spy didst quell

basic animal instinct,
     and feral gonadal horniness
with intent to consummate sexual intercourse
     according tummy ought to occur,
     cuz that blustery air
     mirroring said day when hell
nearly froze over invoking
     intervention from Cain and/or Abel.

Thus when prick remained
     limp and nearly frost bitten
(at a boulder christened cock rock),
     aye frostily smitten
slogging wet sneakers, thru
    knee high, no mo' tubby written.

Poem Details | by Gaye Hemsley |
Categories: care, celebration, friendship love, i love you, january, new year,

A New Year Wish

N     Now the year has ended

E     Every day has made its mark.

W   What shall be remembered as we ponder in the dark?

Y   Yesterday has gone, tomorrow is today.

E   Eliminate the negative as you travel on your way.

A   Accentuate the positive, it's not so hard to do.

R   Reach out and take a hand and whisper, 'I love you.'

Poem Details | by matthew harris |
Categories: animal, desire, first love, freedom, giving, humorous, january,

Conceived In Sin -

Conceived In Sin - 
Cincinnati, Ohio
(most Up To Date Virgin)

Any attempt for fecund woman
to successfully counteract biologic
reproductive force to whit
deserves grudging testes
meant to garner at least tidbit
sans, ejaculated kudos (by Dickens),
where aborted squirt,
viz skin flute, gets writ

off as sad sack pit
tiff full seaman unwittingly spit
outside sought after vasocongestion
swollen phallic doth  intuit
thwarted down thrust trend,
where offspring of genetic
inheritance since Eve soffit
a dam nibble prickly outcome

braking abrupt copulation,
where half cocked drill bit
attempts to hit
bulls eye included with animalistic kit
and caboodle born toward illicit
propagation of species,
this indomitable overbearing gen nit
till foreplay to liberate dill lib writ
lee, pointedly and instinctually

continue human race,
where a bajillion threads did knit
world wide web steeped with lit
richer replete with orgiastic nit
tee gritty prurient details
recounting bacchanalian debauchery
nun such breakable classless habit
ah what a dog send to gift

and empower women to inhibit
unwanted pregnancy (of childbearing age)
equipped with superhuman heft quit,
while erect phallus unable to lyft
uber penetration, no doubt miffed,

especially in throbbing throes far drift
from coital provenance, one agitated fitbit
feeling royally screwed
particularly virility predicated
on loose sing penile glue stick 
within secrete slit.