January 2024 poems

 

 Happy new year 2024.

Happy new year, 

it all starts here.

With a future full 

mysteries and tomorrows, 

trying to learn from

 yesterday but let’s focus

 on today in our best way. 

Christmas was just 

a way of ending last year.

 There is no chi-stall to 

tell us what  is a head

 of us so wait and 

see when each day,

 afternoon and night comes. 1^st January 2024

 

 Do we get older and wiser?

Is it me or is it a lot of us

 and or all of us? 

When I was younger as 

one heart break happened, 

I was always looking for the

 next love in line or the old 

love back.

Now I will go along with 

whatever throws at me, 

even though I miss the love

 but I don’t miss the heart breaks.

Am I getting wiser, stronger, 

or what?

Am I still crazy, soft etc

still as I was in my youth?

I only hope I

 am getting wiser,

 but however old

 we are, 

we don’t know

 everything,

 we get everything

 right 

but no one gets

 everything

 wrong either, even 

in our youth. 1^st January 2024

 Old owl I am.

I howl in the night late at 

night after so many pints, 

sometimes to

 the morning light.

The birds are singing.

If only I knew 

what were singing,

 may be not even a 

cat sings better than me.

Home to bed, sleep like a baby.

Wake up with a hang over, 

bring on the coffee,  

bacon and egg sandwich. 

Soon these days will be 

less or not at all, watch tv,

 I may sleep again, 

even may go out again.

2^nd January 2024

 The mind.

The mind with thoughts 

and words you may choose 

to express.

There is no right or wrong

 way of writing a poem,

 just write what

 you are thinking.

 Poetry is you, 

your mind,

your thoughts, 

your power 

of words.

You don’t necessarily

 need to write,

Speak, even just what 

you are thinking.

Words may express 

in other stories, novels,

Plays and more.

It’s just how we choose to

Express words. 3^rd January 2024 

  

 The cloud.

As white and 

fluffy as a woolly jumper and

 warm.

Fluffy and white 

as a sheep.

As cold as ice

 as the rain

and the snow.

As the clouds go grey, 

they burst into tears of rain. 4^th January 2024 

The voice.

The voice of thoughts of the mind.

How we think, feel, react, interact and

Behave to life around us.

The voice is speaking.

It is all what we say

 and how we say it.

Whether we say it at 

all because we just think it. 4^th January 2024 

 

We can think too much.

Just write what your thinking.

Don’t worry how it

 sounds and what people think.

Just keep writing

 if you enjoy it.

When you really want

 something in life,

It is too easy to feel

 as if your chasing rainbows.

Try not  to think of

 being a writer.

Just keep writing if 

you enjoy it.

Who knows your talent 

may be shown. 4th January 2024

Melting fire onto ice.   

Melting fire onto ice,  

as ice turns to water.

As the fire goes into flames and

 the water heats up.

Build a bonfire on a icy

 pound, river or lake.

As the sun set rises. 4^th January 2024

 

 

 

 

 Happy new year.

New year.

New and fresh start.

New you.

New me.

New days.

New weeks.

Days of the week

 and months

 of year May 

the same in 

names but different 

number year and 

different going ons.

Let’s hope for 

more positives

 and less negatives.

5th January 2024

 Color clouds

Blue sky, yellow sun, white clouds are happy days.

Yellow sand in the heated yellow sun.

January blues yet grey black tears of crying rain clouds. 

Crying sad days.

If only we could touch the clouds in the sky when they are looking fluffy and white like a woolly jump but it may not feel on what it looks like.

The eye that sees the cloud, ICloud.

The white cloud is like cotton wool.

If only rabbits and sheep could fly.

If only sky when it is blue could swim, like blue sea in the sky.  10^th January 2024