Each new year many of us make resolutions for the upcoming year. Something we want to change or we want to do is seen in these resolutions. Let these poems give you some thoughts on the new year and resolutions.
What New Year resolution shall I make?
Should it be to cook and bake?
Maybe more money I will see
Or maybe happy I will be.
What changes in my life do I need?
Are there things I should heed?
Reflection of the past year tells me
Improvement in myself is always the key.
A Fresh New Start Poet: Catherine Pulsifer
Setting resolutions, a fresh new start,
Filling our hearts with purpose and art.
A chance to grow and reach for the sky,
With determination, we'll aim high.
Each goal achieved, a victory won,
Excited for the journey that's just begun.
With resolutions in hand, we dive into the year,
Focused and determined, our goals are crystal clear.
We'll stay on track, with passion burning bright,
For every challenge we face, we'll put up a fight.
No distraction can sway us from our cherished aim,
With laser-like focus, we'll conquer all the same.
So here's to resolutions, guiding us through every day,
Thrilled and excited for the journey that's underway!
New Year’s Poet: Catherine Baker
Shake hands, old year, a swift goodbye to you,
Life must go on, let’s not hold to the past,
Delay makes no advance for any child
Playing too long beside home’s door -goodbye.
Good day, new year. Show me new entrances
To life’s wide wonderlands, teach me new skills,
Let me not shun the new faces you will bring,
In every stranger may I see a friend.
O Thou whose strength is given anew each day,
I thank Thee for this future untried year—
Its joys shall send me singing up the path,
Its grief and pain will make me lean on thee.
The unfamiliar year that lies ahead
Will soon be part of all the cherished old.
'Twas but a month ago to-day,
'Twixt old year and the new,
I laid my pipe and pouch away.
No more to smoke or chew;
To round my resolutions fair,
And from all vices sever,
I vowed I nevermore would swear,
Not even hardly ever.
I felt so lonesome like, anon,
While pining for a smoke
That, brooding all my grief upon.
An oath was almost spoke;
An oath! when I had just foresworn
All words that vicious be!
Nay, rather than be tempted more.
Return, O pipe, to me!
And pondering on the habit vile
That threatened moral ruin,
I drifted with a bitter smile.
Back to my pouch and chewin';
So, of my resolutions, two
Have vanished in the air.
The third shall stick my lifetime through,
For, - me. I'll not swear!
In The Land Of Resolutions Poet: Catherine Pulsifer
In the land of resolutions, I take my noble stand,
With grand intentions, I declare my plans so grand.
Each New Year's Eve, I make my list with care,
But as time sails on, it seems I'm quite unaware.
My intentions, oh, they sparkle like fireworks in the night,
But as January turns to February, they dim from sight.
Gym memberships flourish, then quietly collect dust,
And chocolate whispers sweet nothings, breaking my trust.
I vow to be a morning person, with the sunrise I'll align,
But the snooze button's allure proves too divine.
Healthy eating is on my list, with greens and fruits galore,
Yet pizza and cookies sneak in through the back door.
So this year, I've thought it through, a new approach to try,
Instead of resolutions, here's my battle cry:
I'll set goals with plans and timelines, that's the way to go,
With determination, step by step, I'll conquer each plateau.
I'll laugh at my missteps, for life's meant to be fun,
And remember that progress doesn't happen with a run.
So here's to a year of laughter, lessons, and grace,
With goals, not resolutions, in life's merry chase!
"Resolve" is a poem that focuses on the end of a year and the beginning of the next.
The message is to resolve past year's mistakes and regrets and to look forward to the New Year
with the expectation of moving towards your dreams and goals.
Resolve Poet: Ella Wheeler Wilcox
As the dead year is clasped by a dead December,
So let your dead sins with your dead days lie.
A new life is yours, and a new hope. Remember,
We build our own ladders to climb to the sky.
Stand out in the sunlight of Promise, forgetting
Whatever the Past held of sorrow or wrong.
We waste half our strength in a useless regretting;
We sit by old tombs in the dark too long.
Have you missed in your aim? Well, the mark is still shining.
Did you faint in the race? Well, take breath for the next.
Did the clouds drive you back? But see yonder their lining.
Were you tempted and fell? Let it serve for a text,
As each year hurries by let it join that procession
Of skeleton shapes that march down to the Past,
While you take your place in the line of Progression,
With your eyes on the heavens, your face to the blast.
I tell you the future can hold no terrors
For any sad soul while the stars revolve,
If he will stand firm on the grave of his errors,
And instead of regretting, resolve, resolve.
It is never too late to begin rebuilding,
Though all into ruins your life seems hurled,
For see how the light of the New Year is gilding
The wan, worn face of the bruised old world.