After the birthing of bombs of forks and fear,
the frantic automatic weapons unleashed,
the spray of bullets into a crowd holding hands,
that brute sky opening in a slate metal maw
that swallows only the unsayable in each of us, what's
left? Even the hidden nowhere river is poisoned
With a new year comes new goals and resolutions, new experiences, and new beginnings—but also an opportunity to look at back at what changes the old year had brought. Browse our selection of poems about New Year's.