New year Poems
Revelry
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
The year had ended and we are a year older.
Based on the past, we've grown bolder.
Heart's new joys reflect the old ones,
Amidst cheers and firing of guns!
A Loved New Year
by Pratik Shaw
Just another year with new resolutions, happy faces, a sense of confidence, trust and enthusiasm..
Yet at the end of this cycle of these 365 days,52 weeks, 12 months, all these will again get converted to unfinished promises, sad faces, lack of confidence, disgust and idleness.. At max, a day might be passed in complete happiness, but let the sun set on it and the moon come out at midnight, your heart will still ache remembering your beloved and your long lost friends..
This might seem to be demotivating, but I have no such intention, I am being realistic.. Sweet words at the start of the year feel dead and left out at the end. People lose faith in humanity when people leave them for simple and sometimes no reason at all while others who still haven't achieved their love but still striving so hard, so marvelously, yet still their attempts seem to go in vain.
How those sweetest but pure indications of love are ignored and the unconditional efforts are not given notice!! How will that heart feel after so many failed attempts and when there come a time when due to a circumstance, they cannot make any further attempts?
If you start the year on a happy note, make sure you end it with greater enthusiasm, else you would just be repeating it over and over like a time loop and you will not gain anything.
And why do we wish people New Year as "Happy", you know what would be better? A"Loved New Year" where everyone feels that there are people craving their attention and their time, where people feel important, where before dying, we live and where before being loved, we love....
Have a Loved New Year...
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
......
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.
......
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
......
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.
......
First Evening
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
greetings red sunset
trailing gold at year's premiere
foretelling rich blooms
Revelry
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
The year had ended and we are a year older.
Based on the past, we've grown bolder.
Heart's new joys reflect the old ones,
Amidst cheers and firing of guns!
Dazzling Balls of Fire
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
The old year went out with a big boom,
One sentimental New Year's Eve night.
Dark skies displayed many vivid plumes,
My stars! It was such a lovely sight!
One sentimental New Year's Eve night,
Vibrant fireworks had special meaning.
My stars! It was such a lovely sight!
A time when the future lay dreaming.
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