Top 15 Most Popular Poems For New Year Of All Time
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Seeing in the New Year is a time-honoured tradition, so it should come as little surprise that many of the greatest poets have written about the New Year in their work. Below are top 15 most popular New Year poems of all time from all languages:

List Of 15 Best And Most Popular Poems For New Year Of All Time

1.Sir Gawain and the Green Knight-Anonymous

2.Auld Lang Syne by Robert Burns

3.The Old Year by Robert BurnsJohn Clare

4.Ring out, wild bells by Alfred by Lord Tennyson

5.Old and New Year Ditties by Christina Rossetti

6.The Darkling Thrush by Thomas Hardy

7. Ring Out, Wild Bells by Alfred Tennyson

8. A Journey To A New Year by Sumira R. Arain

9. New Year’s Eve by W. H. Auden young man

10.A New Year Foretold by Debra L. Brown

11. Blossom by Dorianne Laux

12. Burning the old year by Naomi Shihab Nye

13. Aristotle by Billy Collins

14. I Remember I Remember by Philip Larkin

15. Seasons Yet To Come by Rick W. Cotton

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1.Anonymous, ‘Sir Gawain and the Green Knight’.

Ande þer þay dronken, and dalten, and demed eft nwe

To norne on þe same note on Nwe Ȝerez euen;

Bot þe knyȝt craued leue to kayre on þe morn,

For hit watz neȝ at þe terme þat he to schulde.

Þe lorde hym letted of þat, to lenge hym resteyed,

And sayde, ‘As I am trwe segge, I siker my trawþe

Þou schal cheue to þe grene chapel þy charres to make,

Leude, on Nw Ȝerez lyȝt, longe bifore pryme.

2.Robert Burns, ‘Auld Lang Syne’

Should auld acquaintance be forgot,

And never brought to mind?

Should auld acquaintance be forgot,

And auld lang syne!

For auld lang syne, my dear,

For auld lang syne.

We’ll tak a cup o’ kindness yet,

For auld lang syne.

It’s perhaps inevitable that this poem (more properly a song) would appear in a list of the best poems for the New Year. Although it’s often attributed to Burns, ‘Auld Lang Syne’ (i.e. ‘old long since’ or ‘a long time ago’) was based on a traditional song which Burns wrote down, in an attempt to preserve the traditional oral culture of his country. ‘Auld Lang Syne’ is among the most recognisable poems or songs written in English, thanks to its popularity at New Year celebrations around the world.

3.The Old Year by Robert BurnsJohn Clare

The Old Year’s gone away

To nothingness and night:

We cannot find him all the day

Nor hear him in the night:

He left no footstep, mark or place

In either shade or sun:

The last year he’d a neighbour’s face,

In this he’s known by none.

4.Ring out, wild bells by Alfred, Lord Tennyson

Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky,

The flying cloud, the frosty light:

The year is dying in the night;

Ring out, wild bells, and let him die.

Ring out the old, ring in the new,

Ring, happy bells, across the snow:

The year is going, let him go;

Ring out the false, ring in the true…

This is one of the last poems in Tennyson’s long masterpiece, In Memoriam (1850), his elegy for his dear friend Arthur Henry Hallam. It’s also one of the finest New Year poems in all of English literature. Tennyson calls on the church bells to ‘ring out the old, ring in the new’, and to rid the world of the bad things that have occurred and to usher in a newer, brighter world. See the link above to read all of this classic New Year poem.

5.Old and New Year Ditties by Christina Rossetti

New Year met me somewhat sad:

Old Year leaves me tired,

Stripped of favourite things I had

Baulked of much desired:

Yet farther on my road to-day

God willing, farther on my way.

New Year coming on apace

What have you to give me?

Bring you scathe, or bring you grace,

Face me with an honest face;

You shall not deceive me:

Be it good or ill, be it what you will,

It needs shall help me on my road,

My rugged way to heaven, please God…

6.The Darkling Thrush by Thomas Hardy

The land’s sharp features seemed to me

The Century’s corpse outleant,

Its crypt the cloudy canopy,

The wind its death-lament.

The ancient pulse of germ and birth

Was shrunken hard and dry,

And every spirit upon earth

Seemed fervourless as I…

Composed on the last day of 1900 – and also, therefore, on the final day of the nineteenth century (if you follow the convention that the twentieth century began in 1901, that is) – ‘The Darkling Thrush’ takes a single frost-ridden scene, a moment of wintry wonder, and meditates upon its meaning as Hardy, and the world, teeter on the edge of a new year, and a new century. Follow the link above to read all of this New Year poem.

7. Ring Out, Wild Bells - By Alfred Tennyson

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Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky,

The flying cloud, the frosty light;

The year is dying in the night;

Ring out, wild bells, and let him die.

Ring out the old, ring in the new,

Ring, happy bells, across the snow:

The year is going, let him go;

Ring out the false, ring in the true.

Ring out the grief that saps the mind,

For those that here we see no more,

Ring out the feud of rich and poor,

Ring in redress to all mankind.

Ring out a slowly dying cause,

And ancient forms of party strife;

Ring in the nobler modes of life,

With sweeter manners, purer laws.

Ring out the want, the care the sin,

The faithless coldness of the times;

Ring out, ring out my mournful rhymes,

But ring the fuller minstrel in.

Ring out false pride in place and blood,

The civic slander and the spite;

Ring in the love of truth and right,

Ring in the common love of good.

Ring out old shapes of foul disease,

Ring out the narrowing lust of gold;

Ring out the thousand wars of old,

Ring in the thousand years of peace.

Ring in the valiant man and free,

The larger heart, the kindlier hand;

Ring out the darkness of the land,

Ring in the Christ that is to be.

8. A Journey To A New Year - By Sumira R. Arain

First day of the New Year.

It's time to shine for a new day.

Forget your past,

Your sorrow, your pain.

New ideas are waiting ahead.

It's time to recall all your memories,

Beautiful dreams that remain uncovered,

Painful parts of life when your heart gets crushed.

But don't be afraid.

The future is in your hand.

Hold it in your hand.

Start your race,

A new journey,

That leads you to success.

You will rise again

You will shine again.

Happy New Year!

9.New Year’s Eve by W. H. Auden young man

The end of the year fell chilly

Between a moon and a moon;

Thorough the twilight shrilly

The bells rang, ringing no tune.

The windows stained with story,

The walls with miracle scored,

Were hidden for gloom and glory

Filling the house of the Lord.

Arch and aisle and rafter

And roof-tree dizzily high

Were full of weeping and laughter

And song and saying good-bye…

As in Tennyson’s poem above, the bells ring out for the New Year in this poem from A. E. Housman (1859-1936). But unlike Tennyson’s poem, here they are ‘ringing no tune’ and ‘dead knells’. The poem doesn’t reflect new beginnings but rather the death throes of an old order: old religions, old kingdoms, old empires. See the link above to read all of this longer New Year poem.

10.A New Year Foretold – By Debra L. Brown

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This New Year has been foretold.

Your future is at hand.

God knows the fate and outcome

of each and every man.

God has chosen the narrow road.

His wisdom is leading the way.

His great strength can carry your load.

His compassion you will feel every day.

With a new dawn over the horizon,

and the Lord to lead the way,

you can spread your wings like an eagle

and soar through every day.

11. Blossom by Dorianne Laux

Say goodbye to disaster

Shake hands

with the unknown,

what becomes

of us once we’ve been torn apart

and returned to our future, naked

and small, sewn back together

scar by scar.

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12. Burning the old year by Naomi Shihab Nye

Letters swallow themselves in seconds.

Notes friends tied to the doorknob,

transparent scarlet paper,

sizzle like moth wings,

marry the air.

So much of any year is flammable,

lists of vegetables, partial poems.

Orange swirling flame of days,

so little is a stone.

Where there was something and suddenly isn’t,

an absence shouts, celebrates, leaves a space.

I begin again with the smallest numbers.

Quick dance, shuffle of losses and leaves,

only the things I didn’t do

crackle after the blazing dies.

13. Aristotle by Billy Collins

This is the beginning.

Almost anything can happen.

This is where you find

the creation of light, a fish wriggling onto land,

the first word of Paradise Lost on an empty page.

Think of an egg, the letter A,

a woman ironing on a bare stage

as the heavy curtain rises.

This is the very beginning.

The first-person narrator introduces himself,

tells us about his lineage.

The mezzo-soprano stands in the wings.

Here the climbers are studying a map

or pulling on their long woolen socks.

This is early on, years before the Ark, dawn.

The profile of an animal is being smeared

on the wall of a cave,

and you have not yet learned to crawl.

This is the opening, the gambit,

a pawn moving forward an inch.

This is your first night with her,

your first night without her.

This is the first part

where the wheels begin to turn,

where the elevator begins its ascent,

before the doors lurch apart.

This is the middle.

Things have had time to get complicated,

messy, really. Nothing is simple anymore.

Cities have sprouted up along the rivers

teeming with people at cross-purposes—

a million schemes, a million wild looks.

Disappointment unshoulders his knapsack

here and pitches his ragged tent.

This is the sticky part where the plot congeals,

where the action suddenly reverses

or swerves off in an outrageous direction.

Here the narrator devotes a long paragraph

to why Miriam does not want Edward's child.

Someone hides a letter under a pillow.

Here the aria rises to a pitch,

a song of betrayal, salted with revenge.

And the climbing party is stuck on a ledge

halfway up the mountain.

This is the bridge, the painful modulation.

This is the thick of things.

So much is crowded into the middle—

the guitars of Spain, piles of ripe avocados,

Russian uniforms, noisy parties,

lakeside kisses, arguments heard through a wall—

too much to name, too much to think about.

And this is the end,

the car running out of road,

the river losing its name in an ocean,

the long nose of the photographed horse

touching the white electronic line.

This is the colophon, the last elephant in the parade,

the empty wheelchair,

and pigeons floating down in the evening.

Here the stage is littered with bodies,

the narrator leads the characters to their cells,

and the climbers are in their graves.

It is me hitting the period

and you closing the book.

It is Sylvia Plath in the kitchen

and St. Clement with an anchor around his neck.

This is the final bit

thinning away to nothing.

This is the end, according to Aristotle,

what we have all been waiting for,

what everything comes down to,

the destination we cannot help imagining,

a streak of light in the sky,

a hat on a peg, and outside the cabin, falling leaves.

New Year’s Eve is a perfect time to think about beginnings, middles, and ends – and in this work, Collins looks at all three. Having served twice as the US Poet Laureate, Billy Collins is perhaps one of the best-known poets of the contemporary world.

14. I Remember I Remember by Philip Larkin

Coming up England by a different line

For once, early in the cold new year,

We stopped, and, watching men with number plates

Sprint down the platform to familiar gates,

'Why, Coventry!' I exclaimed.

'I was born here.

I leant far out, and squinnied for a sign

That this was still the town that had been 'mine'

So long, but found I wasn't even clear

Which side was which.

From where those cycle-crates

Were standing, had we annually departed

For all those family hols? .

A whistle went:

Things moved.

I sat back, staring at my boots.

'Was that,' my friend smiled, 'where you "have your roots"?'

No, only where my childhood was unspent,

I wanted to retort, just where I started:

By now I've got the whole place clearly charted.

Our garden, first: where I did not invent

Blinding theologies of flowers and fruits,

And wasn't spoken to by an old hat.

And here we have that splendid family

I never ran to when I got depressed,

The boys all biceps and the girls all chest,

Their comic Ford, their farm where I could be

'Really myself'.

I'll show you, come to that,

The bracken where I never trembling sat,

Determined to go through with it; where she

Lay back, and 'all became a burning mist'.

And, in those offices, my doggerel

Was not set up in blunt ten-point, nor read

By a distinguished cousin of the mayor,

Who didn't call and tell my father There

Before us, had we the gift to see ahead -

'You look as though you wished the place in Hell,'

My friend said, 'judging from your face.

' 'Oh well,

I suppose it's not the place's fault,' I said.

'Nothing, like something, happens anywhere.

15. Seasons Yet To Come by Rick W. Cotton

They gave us all a calendar

At work this afternoon.

Suddenly it dawns on me,

The year is ending soon!

Comes January, cold and gray.

The new year's just beginning.

And February, short and bright

With Valentine hearts winning.

Comes March, the windy roaring one

And warm the sun of spring.

Then April, bright of shining sky

And flowers blossoming.

Comes May, and school comes to a close

With children's happy laughter.

Then June, with open city pools

And picnics soon thereafter.

July comes booming with a bang

Of red-glared rockets blasting.

Then August lingers with its heat

That seems so...everlasting.

September, gold September comes.

The year is growing older.

October with sweet Halloween.

The nights grow dark and colder.

November smells of harvest,

Of turkey and Thanksgiving.

December comes with joy and light

To fill hearts of the living.

Each page I flip and see these things

Of days yet to come.

My calendar is a door to me,

An adventure just begun!

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