Top 100 Poems About: JANUARY

In this page, poems on / about “january” are listed.
  • 1.
    17 January 1994

    I was there,
    in California,
    the morning the mountain moved
    and, for a while afterwards, read more »

    Evelyn D. Pometto
  • 2.
    January Snow

    The big flakes fell softly to the ground
    Under skies of grey.
    The wind blew, swirling the flakes;
    Birds flew about searching for food; read more »

    Jeanne Mason
  • 3.
    January Morn

    Bare branches of each tree
    on this chilly January morn
    look so cold so forlorn.
    Gray skies dip ever so low read more »

    Nelda Hartman
  • 4.
    Sweet January

    It is January 1997...
    And so far...
    It has been far from Heaven
    The skies has been dark shades of blue and gray... read more »

    Saundra Diamante
  • 5.
    January Jumps About

    January jumps about
    in the frying pan
    trying to heat
    his frozen feet read more »

    George Barker
  • 6.
    A Calendar Of Sonnets: January

    O Winter! frozen pulse and heart of fire,
    What loss is theirs who from thy kingdom turn
    Dismayed, and think thy snow a sculptured urn
    Of death! Far sooner in midsummer tire read more »

    Helen Hunt Jackson
  • 7.
    Orchard Trees, January

    It's not the case, though some might wish it so
    Who from a window watch the blizzard blow

    White riot through their branches vague and stark, read more »

    Richard Wilbur
  • 8.
    January Morning


    I have discovered that most of
    the beauties of travel are due to read more »

    William Carlos Williams
  • 9.

    Again I reply to the triple winds
    running chromatic fifths of derision
    outside my window:
    Play louder. read more »

    William Carlos Williams
  • 10.
    January 1939

    Because the pleasure-bird whistles after the hot wires,
    Shall the blind horse sing sweeter?
    Convenient bird and beast lie lodged to suffer
    The supper and knives of a mood. read more »

    Dylan Thomas
  • 11.
    January, 1795

    Pavement slipp'ry, people sneezing,
    Lords in ermine, beggars freezing ;
    Titled gluttons dainties carving,
    Genius in a garret starving. read more »

    Mary Darby Robinson
  • 12.
    January 1

    Some people confuse inspiration with lightning
    not me I know it comes from the lungs and air
    you breathe it in you breathe it out it circulates
    it's the breath of my being the wind across the face read more »

    David Lehman
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