New year Poems
The Last Night of the Year
by Isaac McLellan
Now the good old Year is dead and gone
To the grave of the Past, forever borne.
I heard last night his awful knell
Knolled gloomily by the midnight bell;
And I saw his hearse creep darkly by;
And the blackened pall on his coffin lie;
Then deepened the midnight's shadowy gloom!
And thus the good Year passed to his tomb!
Now ere we welcome the newborn year
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First Evening
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
greetings red sunset
trailing gold at year's premiere
foretelling rich blooms
New Year (II)
by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
As the old year sinks down in Time's ocean,
Stand ready to launch with the new,
And waste no regrets, no emotion,
As the masts and the spars pass from view.
Weep not if some treasures go under,
And sink in the rotten ship's hold,
That blithe bonny barque sailing yonder
May bring you more wealth than the old.
For the world is forever improving,
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2025
by Rikske Kessner
In the still of night,
. . . a voice
becomes Dawn's first light
Where every shadow meets its end
Reverie ascends skyward:
a final page turned
, weary lines
of hope, once written
now unwind
......
New Year
by Abnish Singh Chauhan
“Wish you
a very happy new year”—
declared the lurid signboards
hanging by the roadside.
The same words echoed—
through cell phones,
on television screens,
in newspapers and magazines,
woven into grand stories
......
New Year
by Abnish Singh Chauhan
“Wish you
a very happy new year”—
declared the lurid signboards
hanging by the roadside.
The same words echoed—
through cell phones,
on television screens,
in newspapers and magazines,
woven into grand stories
......
2025
by Rikske Kessner
In the still of night,
. . . a voice
becomes Dawn's first light
Where every shadow meets its end
Reverie ascends skyward:
a final page turned
, weary lines
of hope, once written
now unwind
......
Death in the New Year
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
Our hands are tied, Death
Since you dawned on us this New Year . . .
Shapely bottles of champagnes have shone
And have broken to fragments with the ululation
Of firecrackers that warmed cold and dark wintry skies.
Now, aphonia sets in from unending lamentations.
Headlines, buried by the chilly bones of winter,
Are barren of good tidings.
A chionophile besieges the rim of a sedulous Yuletide
......
Fireworks
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
They rise and sparkle and crackle,
Shaming the nakedness of the skies
And the city, with one frightful flame of
Youth,
Burning with the zest of
Seasonal lore.
At Christmas, they salute the days
Creamed by snow and sleet,
Thrusting in us the wisdom of
Global ceremonies.
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First Evening
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
greetings red sunset
trailing gold at year's premiere
foretelling rich blooms
