81 Poems about New Beginnings to Inspire You

“Every moment is a fresh beginning,” said the American poet T.S. Eliot, emphasizing the endless possibilities that come with each new dawn.

Studies conducted at leading institutions such as Stanford University have revealed the positive impact of poetry on mental well-being, highlighting its ability to inspire, heal, and offer clarity in times of transition.

This collection brings you a diverse array of poems about new beginnings, covering various aspects of life, including love, mystery, and the pursuit of knowledge.

From celebrated verses to shorter, inspirational poems about new starts, you’ll find the right words to inspire and guide you as you embrace fresh horizons.

Best Poems about New Beginnings

Discover the most exceptional poems about new beginnings, chosen for their ability to encapsulate the essence of starting anew and inspiring readers to embrace change.

1. Start Anew

       by E. F. Hayward

If you have a grouch, and things look blue,
You think the “world” has it in for you,
You’re out of work, and the rent ‘most due,
Your chances of winning, seem but few,
The chums you had, bade a sad adieu,
Then went their way, for they were not true,
Your last red cent from the bank you drew,
And for provisions the same you blew,
For getting more you haven’t a clue;
You worry and fret, and fuss and stew,
And by your fretting, more troubles brew;
Your lucky star seems hidden from view,
And old hard luck, sticks to you like glue,
Boasted true-blue friends have lost their hue,
Not one volunteers to help you through,
And your last fond hope took wing and flew;
There’s but one thing left for you to do—
Bury your troubles, and start anew.

2. Morning

       by Paul Laurence Dunbar

The mist has left the greening plain,
The dew-drops shine like fairy rain,
The coquette rose awakes again
Her lovely self adorning.

The Wind is hiding in the trees,
A sighing, soothing, laughing tease,
Until the rose says “kiss me, please”
‘Tis morning, ’tis morning.

With staff in hand and careless-free,
The wanderer fares right jauntily,
For towns and houses are, thinks he,
For scorning, for scorning,
My soul is swift upon the wing,
And in its deeps a song I bring;
come, Love, and we together sing,”
‘Tis morning, ’tis morning.”

3. End of March

       by Annette Wynne

What does the white world know
Of flowers eager to grow
Under the snow?
Do the brown limbs care
As they swing in the crisp clear air?
But O, little seed, you know,
Lying patiently so—
Head underground,
Only wait—the call will go round,
You’ll know the sound.
And O, the snow must go,
For you, little seed, are waiting to grow!
O, the joy to lift the head
Straight above the dark brown bed,
O, the joy to feel the tread
Of spring with skipping bare brave feet,
Down the warm, wet village street.
Ah, then the brown branches care
And try to touch her hair;
Streaming out in the new warm air,
And O, the sky is glad, and every brook and glen
For then,
The world begins all over again!

4. For a New Beginning

       by John O’Donahue

In out-of-the-way places of the heart,
Where your thoughts never think to wander,
This beginning has been quietly forming,
Waiting until you were ready to emerge.
For a long time it has watched your desire,
Feeling the emptiness growing inside you,
Noticing how you willed yourself on,
Still unable to leave what you had outgrown.
It watched you play with the seduction of safety
And the gray promises that sameness whispered,
Heard the waves of turmoil rise and relent,
Wondered would you always live like this.
Then the delight, when your courage kindled,
And out you stepped onto new ground,
Your eyes young again with energy and dream,
A path of plenitude opening before you.
Though your destination is not yet clear
You can trust the promise of this opening;
Unfurl yourself into the grace of beginning
That is at one with your life’s desire.
Awaken your spirit to adventure;
Hold nothing back, learn to find ease in risk;
Soon you will be home in a new rhythm,
For your soul senses the world that awaits you.

5. Change

       by Wendy Videlock

Change is the new,
improved
word for god,
lovely enough
to raise a song
or implicate
a sea of wrongs,
mighty enough,
like other gods,
to shelter,
bring together,
and estrange us.
Please, god,
we seem to say,
change us.

6. Bombardment

       by D. H. Lawrence

The town has opened to the sun.
Like a flat red lily with a million petals
She unfolds, she comes undone.

A sharp sky brushes upon
The myriad glittering chimney-tips
As she gently exhales to the sun.

Hurrying creatures run
Down the labyrinth of the sinister flower.
What is it they shun?

A dark bird falls from the sun.
It curves in a rush to the heart of the vast
Flower: the day has begun.

7. 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.

8. Travel on

       by Anonymous

Put the past behind you
Ride brave into the wind
Seize a new adventure
Seek a new life to begin
Hit the road full throttle
Travel where you’ve never been
Don’t focus on the rear-view
Those miles won’t come again
Choose a destination
Where your weary soul can mend
The happiness you seek
May be just around the bend

9. The Beginning

       by Rupert Brooke

Someday I shall rise and leave my friends
And seek you again through the world’s far ends,
You whom I found so fair
(Touch of your hands and smell of your hair!),
My only god in the days that were.
My eager feet shall find you again,
Though the sullen years and the mark of pain
Have changed you wholly; for I shall know
(How could I forget having loved you so?),
In the sad half-light of evening,
The face that was all my sunrising.
So then at the ends of the earth I’ll stand
And hold you fiercely by either hand,
And seeing your age and ashen hair
I’ll curse the thing that once you were,
Because it is changed and pale and old
(Lips that were scarlet, hair that was gold!),
And I loved you before you were old and wise,
When the flame of youth was strong in your eyes,
— And my heart is sick with memories.

10. Begin Something

       by Paul Thomas Berkey

Begin something today –
that carries with
great depth,
feelings of meaning
and love
to echo throughout
your life –
until the end of time.

11. A New First Meeting

       by Alan Oliveros

Different paths we’ve chosen,
Different lives we’ve led,
But in my heart, a hope still glows,
That we will meet again, as though for the first time.

Though memories of the past,
May linger in our minds,
I hope that when we meet again,
We’ll leave them all behind.

For in this new first meeting,
We’ll discover who we’ve grown to be,
And build new memories,
That will last eternally.

So let us not dwell on the past,
But look towards the future bright,
For in this new first meeting,
We’ll find our way back to the light.

Famous Poems about New Beginnings

Famous poets have gifted us with verses that celebrate the transformative power of new beginnings. Explore these famous poems that have touched countless hearts.

1. Begin the Day

       by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Begin each morning with a talk to God,
And ask for your divine inheritance
Of usefulness, contentment, and success.
Resign all fear, all doubt, and all despair.
The stars doubt not, and they are undismayed,
Though whirled through space for countless centuries,
And told not why or wherefore: and the sea
With everlasting ebb and flow obeys,
And leaves the purpose with the unseen Cause.
The star sheds radiance on a million worlds,
The sea is prodigal with waves, and yet
No lustre from the star is lost, and not
One drop is missing from the ocean tides.
Oh! brother to the star and sea, know all
God’s opulence is held in trust for those
Who wait serenely and who work in faith.

2. Margrethe

       by William Saphier

You are an ice covered twig
with a quiet, smiling sap
The spring winds of life
have tested your steel-blade soul
and the harsh breath of men
covered you with a frigid shell.
But under the transparent ice
I have seen your warm hand
ready to tear the shell
and grasp the love-sun’s heat,
and your cool morning eyes
look clear and calm into the day.

3. A Psyche of Spring

       by George Marion McClellan

Thou gaily painted butterfly, exquisite thing,
A child of light and blending rainbow hues,
In loveliness a Psyche of the Spring,
Companion for the rose and diamond dews;
‘Tis thine, in sportive joy, from hour to hour,
To ride the breeze from flower to flower.

But thou wast once a worm of hueless dye.
Now, seeing thee, gay thing, afloat in bliss,
I take new hope in thoughts of bye and bye,
When I, as thou, have shed my chrysalis.
I dream now of eternal springs of light
In which, as thou, I too may have my flight.

4. Give Me Thine Heart

       by J. R. Eastwood

“Give Me thine heart!” When life was young
That summons gently came,
With Jesus in the songs I sung
The sweetest name.
And God still called. The endless day
Was in its early noon,
With hours that beckoned far away;
It was too soon.
O love Divine! the grief, the tears,
The Life laid down for me,
And my return of sinful years,
Estranged from Thee!
O late repentance! I resign
What Thou hast made Thine own,
And all my heart’s best love is Thine,
And Thine alone!

5. The Change Has Come

       by Paul Laurence Dunbar

The change has come, and Helen sleeps–
Not sleeps; but wakes to greater deeps
Of wisdom, glory, truth, and light,
Than ever blessed her seeking sight,
In this low, long, lethargic night,
Worn out with strife
Which men call life.

The change has come, and who would say
“I would it were not come to-day”?
What were the respite till to-morrow?
Postponement of a certain sorrow,
From which each passing day would borrow!
Let grief be dumb,
The change has come.

6. The Stature of Zacchaeus

       by Amos Russell Wells

Zacchaeus struggled with the crowd;
A little man was he.
“Vermin!” he muttered half aloud,
“I’ll make them honor me.
Ah, when the taxes next are due,
I’ll tower as is meet;
This beggarly, ill-mannered crew
Shall cower at my feet.”
Zacchaeus climbed the sycomore
(He was a little man),
And as he looked the rabble o’er
He chuckled at the plan.
“I get the thing I want,” he said,
“And that is to be tall.
They think me short but by a head
I rise above them all.”
“Zacchaeus, come! dine with you,”
The famous Rabbi cried.
Zacchaeus tumbled into view
A giant in his pride.
He strutted mightily before
That silly, gaping throng;
You’d think him six feet high or more,
To see him stride along.
Zacchaeus listened to the Lord,
And as he listened, feared;
How was his life a thing abhorred
When that pure Life appeared!
Down to a dwarf he shrank away
In sorrow and in shame.
He owned his sins that very day,
And bore the heavy blame.
But as he rose before the crowd,
(A little man, alack!)
Confessed his guilt and cried aloud
And gave his plunder back,
I think he stood a giant then
As angels truly scan,
And no one ever thought again
He was a little man.

7. A New Year, A New Beginning

       by Catherine Pulsifer

A new year, a new beginning,
wipe the slate clean
Keep your attitude positive,
and your mind keen.

Be open to new ideas,
try something new
With God’s help and your determination,
your dreams can come true.

So as this new year begins, think about your life
and your dreams, too
Say a prayer, set your goals,
begin and take action and just do!

8. Kumulipo

       by Queen Liliʻuokalani

At the time that turned the heat of the earth,
At the time when the heavens turned and changed,
At the time when the light of the sun was subdued
To cause light to break forth,
At the time of the night of Makalii (winter)
Then began the slime which established the earth,
The source of deepest darkness.
Of the depth of darkness, of the depth of darkness,
Of the darkness of the sun, in the depth of night,
It is night,
So was night born

9. The Tide Rises, The Tide Falls

       by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

The tide rises, the tide falls,
The twilight darkens, the curlew calls;
Along the sea-sands damp and brown
The traveller hastens toward the town,
And the tide rises, the tide falls.
Darkness settles on roofs and walls,
But the sea, the sea in the darkness calls;
The little waves, with their soft, white hands,
Efface the footprints in the sands,
And the tide rises, the tide falls.
The morning breaks; the steeds in their stalls
Stamp and neigh, as the hostler calls;
The day returns, but nevermore
Returns the traveller to the shore,
And the tide rises, the tide falls.

10. Spring, the Sweet Spring

       by Thomas Nashe

Spring, the sweet spring, is the year’s pleasant king,
Then blooms each thing, then maids dance in a ring,
Cold doth not sting, the pretty birds do sing:
Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo!
The palm and may make country houses gay,
Lambs frisk and play, the shepherds pipe all day,
And we hear aye birds tune this merry lay:
Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo!
The fields breathe sweet, the daisies kiss our feet,
Young lovers meet, old wives a-sunning sit,
In every street these tunes our ears do greet:
Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to witta-woo!
Spring, the sweet spring!

Inspirational Poems about New Beginnings

Inspirational poems about new beginnings offer words of encouragement and motivation to those embarking on fresh journeys. Let these verses inspire your next steps.

1 A Sunlit Path

       by Jaqueline Freyss

And now the sun begins to set
Along the path I tread.
A bright spot in the haze of red
With orange at the end.

It lights my way and beckons me
To stay straight and meet the stream,
Though through a haze
The trails divulge with spontaneity.

Each twist and turns with
Fluid ease and leading some astray.
The overlaps of certain paths
Will lead to a new day.

2. New Beginnings

       by Hamsa Elfarash

It’s only the beginning now,
A pathway yet unknown,
At times the sound of other steps,
Sometimes we walk alone.
The best beginnings of our lives,
May sometimes end in sorrow,
But even on our darkest days,
The sun will shine tomorrow
So we must do our very best,
Whatever life may bring,
And look to the winter as a guest,
To smell the breath of spring.
Into each life will always come,
A time to start a new,
A new beginning in each heart,
As fresh as morning dew.
The past has its secrets, but the present does too,
In order to establish the future, we must do what we do,
In time we will find it and make happiness flow,
We just need patience in the beginning and in time we’ll grow.
The years will never take away,
Our chance to start a new,
It’s only the beginning now,
So dreams can still come true.

3. Incipience

       by Cassie Hughes

Running through the streets of the soul
where leaves sleep in tousled heaps
my feet skitter wildly over broken bottle dreams.

The nightmare closes in.

And as its bloated fingers scrabble towards
the embers of my dying soul,
a flock of ravens beats its wings in mad defiance,
claws extended,
raking away the midnight blanket to
reveal the hazy dawn’s first light.

Another day begins.

4. Tomorrow Holds a New Beginning

       by Anonymous

Time flies. Whether we like it or not, these past years of school
have caused us to grow up and become young adults,
ready to go out into the world.

We are all starting from the same place,
but we are all going in different directions.
We strive to obtain the goals we set for ourselves by
using what we’ve learned from the past.

Change happens, the excitement of our senior year is replaced
with cherished moments and memories of the past.
Different goals have been set after accomplishing previous ones.

Looking back in ten, twenty, thirty years, there will be even more change we see in ourselves than we do now.
Living in the present allows us to appreciate the past.
Change allows us to see the progression of ourselves as
a generation of individuals: then and now.

5. Opportunity to Restart

       by Catherine Pulsifer

As one door closes on our past,
We know, forever, nothing lasts.
Our future holds new wondrous sights;
New goals to set to reach new heights.
Though it may not feel familiar at the start,
New beginnings give us an opportunity to restart.

6. New Beginnings

       by Anonymous

It’s okay to be scared of the future,
It’s okay to be uncertain of what tomorrow holds
It’s okay not to know what the next step is
But the beauty about new beginnings is that we all get a clean slate,
We get a second shot at life, a chance to get it right
A chance for redemption, a chance to create new memories.

7. Take Courage

       by Anonymous

Here we are at the start
Of something that is brand new.
It can feel a little bit frightening
As though we are at a loss for what to do.
But take courage, because eventually it will be
Just as easy as other things in life
That come so naturally.

8. New Beginnings as You Retire

       by Catherine Pulsifer

As you retire think it as a new beginning for you
To see the things you want and do the things you do

Retirement is a golden time, for you to realize
The gift of new beginnings and hidden dreams materialize.

So look back and be thankful, but look forward with expectation
Let this new beginning have dreams that previously were only contemplations.

9. The Last Day

       by Anonymous

To cherished hands of memory
We now must farewell speak,
But ’tis with sad and aching heart
That other climes we seek.
O’er the schoolroom and o’er campus
Our wistful gaze is cast,
Our days at school are numbered now
We’ve come now to the last.

But a new beginning is upon us
And forward will we march
With knowledge and a purpose
We will leave our mark.
We will always remember our days
And the friendships that we made
But we welcome the challenge of moving on
And working at our trade.

10. Cheers to New Beginnings

       by Anonymous

Cheers to new beginnings!
You have put in the work, the time and the tears
Your goals may have once seemed like a distant dream
But you have made this beautiful change happen for yourself
You should be so proud of all of your hard work coming to fruition
May this new change bring you all the joy that you deserve

Short Poems about New Beginnings

For a quick dose of inspiration, delve into short poems about new beginnings that capture the essence of change and growth in a concise format.

1. A Spring Song

       by Mathilde Blind

Dark sod pierced by flames of flowers,
Dead wood freshly quickening,
Bright skies dusked with sudden showers,
Lit by rainbows on the wing.
Cuckoo calls and young lambs’ bleating
Nimble airs which coyly bring
Little gusts of tender greeting
From shy nooks where violets cling.
Half-fledged buds and birds and vernal
Fields of grass dew-glistening;
Evanescent life’s eternal
Resurrection, bridal Spring!

2. May Night

       by Sara Teasdale

The spring is fresh and fearless
And every leaf is new,
The world is brimmed with moonlight,
The lilac brimmed with dew.

Here in the moving shadows
I catch my breath and sing,
My heart is fresh and fearless
And over-brimmed with spring.

3. The First Dandelion

       by Walt Whitman

Simple and fresh and fair from winter’s close emerging,
As if no artifice of fashion, business, politics, had ever been,
Forth from its sunny nook of shelter’d grass—innocent, golden, calm as the dawn,
The spring’s first dandelion shows its trustful face.

4. When I Rise Up

       by Georgia Douglas Johnson

When I rise up above the earth,
And look down on the things that fetter me,
I beat my wings upon the air,
Or tranquil lie,
Surge after surge of potent strength
Like incense comes to me
When I rise up above the earth
And look down upon the things that fetter me.

5. Dawn

       by Helen Hunt Jackson

With a ring of silver,
And a ring of gold,
And a red, red rose
Which illumines her face,
The sun, like a lover
Who glows and is bold,
Wooes the lovely earth
To his strong embrace.

6. Has Spring Passed Away?

       by Jitō Tennō

Has Spring passed away?
Did Summer already come?
Lo, Kagu Yama! There
The white gowns are seen being dried.

7. The Journey Starts Swiftly

       by Vachel Lindsay

A thousand times ten thousand times
More swift than the sun’s swift light
Were the Morning Wings in their flight
On – On –
West of the Universe,
Thro’ the West
To Chaos-night.

8. A Birthday

       by Christina Rossetti

My heart is like a singing bird
Whose nest is in a water’d shoot;
My heart is like an apple-tree
Whose boughs are bent with thickset fruit;
My heart is like a rainbow shell
That paddles in a halcyon sea;
My heart is gladder than all these
Because my love is come to me …

9. The World That Awaits

       by Julie Hebert

The sun is shining,
On this amazing day,
Of new beginnings,
And farewells to say.
Our new road is paved,
With a new path in sight.
It’s time to take it,
It feels quite right.
We will say farewell,
To all we’ve known.
The knowledge we will take with us
And no longer be attending class.
It’s time to explore,
The world that awaits.
Allow yourself to,
Embrace your fate.

10. New Birch Leaf

       by Sarah Chansakar

One
New leaf
On my birch
A fresh start of
Hope

Long Poems about New Beginnings

Longer poems about new beginnings provide a deeper exploration of the theme, offering detailed insights into the transformative power of starting afresh.

1. New Year’s Morning

       by Helen Hunt Jackson

Only a night from old to new!
Only a night, and so much wrought!
The Old Year’s heart all weary grew,
But said: “The New Year rest has brought.”
The Old Year’s hopes its heart laid down,
As in a grave; but, trusting, said:
“The blossoms of the New Year’s crown
Bloom from the ashes of the dead.”
The Old Year’s heart was full of greed;
With selfishness it longed and ached,
And cried: “I have not half I need.
My thirst is bitter and unslaked.
But to the New Year’s generous hand
All gifts in plenty shall return;
True love it shall understand;
By all my failures it shall learn.
I have been reckless; it shall be
Quiet and calm and pure of life.
I was a slave; it shall go free,
And find sweet peace where I leave strife.”
Only a night from old to new!
Never a night such changes brought.
The Old Year had its work to do;
No New Year miracles are wrought.

Always a night from old to new!
Night and the healing balm of sleep!
Each morn is New Year’s morn come true,
Morn of a festival to keep.
All nights are sacred nights to make
Confession and resolve and prayer;
All days are sacred days to wake
New gladness in the sunny air.
Only a night from old to new;
Only a sleep from night to morn.
The new is but the old come true;
Each sunrise sees a new year born.

2. Morning on Shinnecock

       by Olivia Ward Bush-Banks

The rising sun had crowned the hills,
And added beauty to the plain;
O grand and wondrous spectacle!
That only nature could explain.

I stood within a leafy grove,
And gazed around in blissful awe;
The sky appeared one mass of blue,
That seemed to spread from sea to shore.

Far as the human eye could see,
Were stretched the fields of waving corn.
Soft on my ear the warbling birds
Were heralding the birth of morn.

While here and there a cottage quaint
Seemed to repose in quiet ease
Amid the trees, whose leaflets waved
And fluttered in the passing breeze.

O morning hour! so dear thy joy,
And how I longed for thee to last;
But e’en thy fading into day
Brought me an echo of the past.

‘Twas this,—how fair my life began;
How pleasant was its hour of dawn;
But, merging into sorrow’s day,
Then beauty faded with the morn.

3. The Thrush

       by Edward Thomas

When Winter’s ahead,
What can you read in November
That you read in April
When Winter’s dead?
I hear the thrush, and I see
Him alone at the end of the lane
Near the bare poplar’s tip,
Singing continuously.
Is it more that you know
Than that, even as in April,
So in November,
Winter is gone that must go?
Or is all your lore
Not to call November November,
And April April,
And Winter Winter – no more?
But I know the months all,
And their sweet names, April,
May and June and October,
As you call and call
I must remember
What died into April
And consider what will be born
Of a fair November;
And April I love for what
It was born of, and November
For what it will die in,
What they are and what they are not,
While you love what is kind,
What you can sing in
And love and forget in
All that’s ahead and behind.

4. The Land of Beginning Again

       by Louisa Fletcher Tarkington

I wish there were some wonderful place
Called the Land of Beginning Again,
Where all our mistakes and all our heartaches,
And all our poor, selfish griefs
Could be dropped, like a shabby old coat, at the door,
And never put on again.
I wish we could come on it all unaware,
Like the hunter who finds a lost trail;
And I wish that the one whom our blindness had done
The greatest injustice of all
Could be at the gate like the old friend that waits
For the comrade he’s gladdest to hail.
We would find the things we intended to do,
But forgot and remembered too late—
Little praises unspoken, little promises broken,
And all of the thousand and one
Little duties neglected that might have perfected
The days of one less fortunate.
It wouldn’t be possible not to be kind.
In the Land of Beginning Again;
And the ones we misjudged and the ones whom we grudged
Their moments of victory here,
Would find the grasp of our loving handclasp
More than penitent lips could explain.
For what had been hardest we’d know had been best,
And what had seemed loss would be gain,
For there isn’t a sting that will not take wing
When we’ve faced it and laughed it away;
And I think that the laughter is most what we’re after,
In the Land of Beginning Again.
So I wish that there were some wonderful place
Called the Land of Beginning Again,
Where all our mistakes and all our heartaches,
And all our poor, selfish griefs
Could be dropped, like a ragged old coat, at the door,
And never put on again.

5. Your Mission

       by G.M Grannis

If you cannot on the ocean
Sail among the swiftest fleet,
Rocking on the highest billows,
Laughing at the storms you meet;
You can stand among the sailors
Anchored yet within the bay;
You can lend a hand to help them
As they launch their boat away.
If you are too weak to journey
Up the mountain steep and high,
You can stand within the valley
While the multitudes go by;
You can chant in happy measure
As they slowly pass along;
Though they may forget the singer
They will not forget the song.
If you have not gold and silver
Ever ready to command;
If you cannot toward the needy,
Reach an ever-open hand;
You can visit the afflicted,
O’er the erring you can weep;
You can be a true disciple
Sitting at the Saviour’s feet.
If you cannot in the harvest
Garner up the richest sheaves,
Many a grain both ripe and golden
Will the careless reapers leave;
Go and glean among the briers
Growing rank against the wall,
For it may be that their shadow
Hides the heaviest wheat of all.
If you cannot in the conflict
Prove yourself a soldier true,
If where fire and smoke are thickest
There’s no work for you to do;
When the battle-field is silent
You can go with careful tread:
You can bear away the wounded,
You can cover up the dead.
If you cannot be the watchman,
Standing high on Zion’s wall,
Pointing out the path to heaven,
Offering life and peace to all;
With your prayers and with your bounties
You can do what Heaven demands,
You can be like faithful Aaron,
Holding up the prophet’s hands.
Do not, then, stand idly waiting
For some greater work to do;
Fortune is a lazy goddess–
She will never come to you.
Go and toil in any vineyard,
Do not fear to do or dare;
If you want a field of labor
You can find it anywhere.

6. Wild Dreams of a New Beginning

       by Lawrence Ferlinghetti

There’s a breathless hush on the freeway tonight
Beyond the ledges of concrete
restaurants fall into dreams
with candlelight couples
Lost Alexandria still burns
in a billion lightbulbs
Lives cross lives
idling at stoplights
Beyond the cloverleaf turnoffs
‘Souls eat souls in the general emptiness’
A piano concerto comes out a kitchen window
A yogi speaks at Ojai
‘It’s all taking pace in one mind’
On the lawn among the trees
lovers are listening
for the master to tell them they are one
with the universe
Eyes smell flowers and become them
There’s a deathless hush
on the freeway tonight
as a Pacific tidal wave a mile high
sweeps in
Los Angeles breathes its last gas
and sinks into the sea like the Titanic all lights lit
Nine minutes later Willa Cather’s Nebraska
sinks with it
The sea comes over in Utah
Mormon tabernacles washed away like barnacles
Coyotes are confounded & swim nowhere
An orchestra onstage in Omaha
keeps on playing Handel’s Water Music
Horns fill with water
and bass players float away on their instruments
clutching them like lovers horizontal
Chicago’s Loop becomes a rollercoaster
Skyscrapers filled like water glasses
Great Lakes mixed with Buddhist brine
Great Books watered down in Evanston
Milwaukee beer topped with sea foam
Beau Fleuve of Buffalo suddenly become salt
Manhatten Island swept clean in sixteen seconds
buried masts of Amsterdam arise
as the great wave sweeps on Eastward
to wash away over-age Camembert Europe
manhattan steaming in sea-vines
the washed land awakes again to wilderness
the only sound a vast thrumming of crickets
a cry of seabirds high over
in empty eternity
as the Hudson retakes its thickets
and Indians reclaim their canoes

7. The Mystic Blue

       by D. H. Lawrence

Out of the darkness, fretted sometimes in its sleeping,
Jets of sparks in fountains of blue come leaping
To sight, revealing a secret, numberless secrets keeping.

Sometimes the darkness trapped within a wheel
Runs into speed like a dream, the blue of the steel
Showing the rocking darkness now a-reel.

And out of the invisible, streams of bright blue drops
Rain from the showery heavens, and bright blue crops
Surge from the under-dark to their ladder-tops.

And all the manifold blue and joyous eyes,
The rainbow arching over in the skies,
New sparks of wonder opening in surprise.

All these pure things come foam and spray of the sea
Of Darkness abundant, which shaken mysteriously,
Breaks into dazzle of living, as dolphins that leap from the sea
Of midnight shake it to fire, so the secret of death we see.

8. Traffic

       by Kristiana Jakobson

Traffic comes and it goes.
Time’s buzzing with anticipation.
Time’s ticking for a revolution.
Time, time, time, what will you show?

Buzzing with motivation.
Zipping on cofee and the bitterness satisfies my tongue.
Smoke a cigarette and the some fulfills my lungs.
Trapped in a frame of anticipation.

Anticipating of what’s to come.
Reflecting on what has passed.
Rain is p***ing and it is relaxing as I wonder how long will it last?
I feel my spirit flaring to run.

Run to a bar, perhaps?
Where alcohol quiets the mind.
Where laughter echoes as I wish to rewind.
Rewind back to when words slurred with hiccups.

Traffic is slow and it is always good.
No troubles or schemes to sabotage my temptations for a mile-runner.
Pace steadily and I am ready to grab my pistol of ambitions and aim as a gunner.
Rewind to when I was 18 and confidence is where I stood.

Trafic swiftly pacing up.
Drifting in and out but that’s fine.
It isn’t like I’ve lost my mind.
Pour another shot in the cup.

Pacing back and forth as hazard lights are blaring.
Waring! Warning! Act with caution!
Traffic is building up and I am losing perception.
Just a simple pause seems daring.

Gaze behind – no time to reverse!
Gaze ahead- paths are completely blocked!
I stand completely shocked.
Steady self is cursed.

Change the gear! Traffic is moving slow.
Reflecting the rearview mirror and progression is surely at a stop.
Like jumping jack’s drinks sippin’ with a hop, hop, hop!
Scattered options with different solutions – how can this tree grow?

The list keeps getting bigger and bigger.
Aaaaaaannnnd an accident ocuured!
Must I be reassured?
Grab the revolver of desperation and pull the trigger!

Mind has gone to a static!
Push and pull, move forward! Reverse back!
Rush! Rush! Rush! I’m blinded off of my tracks!
I guess that’s what it is to be caught up between the internal and the external traffic?

9. It’s Too Much

       by Rebekah Woodward

It’s not so much looking in the mirror and not recognising the face you see,
It’s more opening your eyes and wondering “whose life is this?”
“Who am I?”
“How did I get here?”
“How did every single choice I ever made bring me to this exact moment?”

It’s not so much a case of trying to find joy in the things you used to love,
It’s more learning to love all over again.
Anyone can find joy in drawering or crafting or climbing or dancing
But learning to love those things the way you used to is a different struggle entirely.

It’s not so much a case of trying to find yourself again in what seems like an endless fog,
It’s more trying to find a better, happier version of yourself you never knew existed.
No “I used to live my life like that and I want it to go back”
But all “I used to live my life like that but I want more”.

It’s not so much a case of being angry at the person you are now or the events that brought you here,
It’s more a longing for change.
Something has to give and finally the cracks are appearing.
The opportunity to find the better you which you seek is finally upon you
But that’s not to say it will be easy

It is so much that your head starts to hurt,
Your heart starts to ache,
The anxiety and fear of the unknown fill you will dread;
After all, you’re looking for a brand new you, not the old you,
You’re throwing yourself into unchartered waters.
They say things always get worse before they get better but what if “better” is forever away?

It is so much,
Too much,
Unbearably enough.

Even then,
It’s not so much that you want to find the better you,
It’s more that you’re sick of being this version of you.

10. The Empty Storehouse

       by Anonymous

At harvest time I gathered
Sweat dripping from forehead to crop
Caked in the kind of soil that
Marries fingernails
Till death do us part

I cleared all the land
There was much to reap
I ate of the fruit and the tubers
My belly full
I stored away the overflow

And the yield piled up
Into mountain sized hill
I built shelter
Lest it would all spoil and
Rot into detrivore’s feast

But the mountain never collapsed
The bounty an everlasting curse
I ate until belly ached
Regurgitated to help systems along
To no avail

So here I am
Burdened with excess
The kind that blocks the sun
I must now empty my storehouse
For promise of future returns

Poems about New Beginnings in Love

Love often marks the onset of new chapters in life. Explore poems about new beginnings with rhyme that celebrate the magic of love’s new beginnings and the promise of the unknown.

1. The New Beginning

       by Olufunke Kolapo

Like the warmth of the morning sun,
So do thoughts of you embrace me,
Revealing how alive I am
A glorious light of the new day,
so is your presence in my life,
relieving it of its shadows,
and marking the start of a new beginning.

2. Starting Over

       by Tasneem Karimjee

You have given me hope for a better tomorrow
like an angel guiding me out of my sorrow.

My fears I want to let go
but can my past I forgo?

I ask you this as you have my heart
will you always be there so we may never part?

I don’t have much to give
but I will give you my every day to live.

I love life and what it has to give
because through the depths of sorrow I have learnt to live.

3. Second Chance

       by Anonymous

Starting over can be so scary and difficult,
The thought of letting the past go and moving on leaves us confused
But the truth is, change is good and change is necessary,
And growth can only occur when we embrace change.
New beginnings represent new opportunities
New beginnings are a sign that the universe is giving us a second chance,
And we all deserve a second chance.

4. Lost Love – New Beginning

       by Andrea Szyhowski

The love of hope and dreams forgotten,
The scars of what was never meant to be remain,
The truth of this lost love turned into a lie,
The lost love last goodbye.
The pain that comes with love is bitter-sweet,
The joy and happiness is too,
The lost love never forgotten,
The feels though gone.
And now
A new window opens,
A new chance begins,
A new hope can bloom,
A new destiny starts.
A new life begins,
A new dream thought up,
A new….
I’m a new…
My life changes,
My destiny starts,
My hope begins,
My life a new
So am I still….
Still the girl I’ve always been?

5. Time for New Beginnings

       by Anonymous

We should never be afraid, of what our future may hold
At times we need to take a chance
Time for new beginnings and to be bold
Right now it may seem a little unsure
But a new start, can be so refreshing and pure

6. The New Love

       by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

I thought my heart was death chilled,
I thought its fires were cold;
But the new love, the new love,
It warmeth like the old.

I thought its rooms were shadowed
With the gloom of endless night;
But the new love, the new love,
It fills them full of light.

I thought the chambers empty,
And proclaimed it unto men;
But the new love, the new love,
It peoples them again.

I thought its halls were silent,
And hushed the whole day long;
But the new love, the new love,
It fills them full of song.

Then here is to the new love,
Let who will sing the old;
The new love, the new love,
‘Tis more than fame or gold.

For it gives us joy for sorrow,
And it gives us warmth for cold;
Oh! the new love, the new love,
‘Tis better than the old.

7. Wishes and Dreams, Once More

       by Anonymous

I held a heart that wasn’t mine,
It sang songs, but not for me
Just how crazy had I been
All along hearing,
So incorrectly

I loved you until, my heart bled dry
Till the music,
No longer played
Till the only sound within my head
Was the echoing madness,
Of an empty day

It was you, not the sun
That lit my days
It was you, not the stars
That filled my nights

Now it’s me, all alone
For which no music plays
Now it’s me, all alone
To create my new light

Dear Sadness and Loneliness,
You are just,
Mere vagabonds
Passing through
Despite your efforts
To stay with me,
Welcomed, you’re not,
As this chapter starts new

Because I fear not,
For the sun, It will rise,
Each day as it’s done before
The Milky Way, galaxies,
Stars of the night,
Will be mine for wishes
And dreams once more

8. A New Beginning

       by Anonymous

Fresh start, no looking back
Pack the bags, get out and move forward
Don’t turn back around, keep moving forward
To what this new start, may hold for you
Don’t be scared, kick the dust off your feet
A new beginning is what you will meet

9. Morning Song

       by Sylvia Plath

Love set you going like a fat gold watch.
The midwife slapped your footsoles, and your bald cry  
Took its place among the elements.
Our voices echo, magnifying your arrival. New statue.
In a drafty museum, your nakedness
Shadows our safety. We stand round blankly as walls.
I’m no more your mother
Than the cloud that distills a mirror to reflect its own slow
Effacement at the wind’s hand.
All night your moth-breath
Flickers among the flat pink roses. I wake to listen:
A far sea moves in my ear.
One cry, and I stumble from bed, cow-heavy and floral
In my Victorian nightgown.
Your mouth opens clean as a cat’s. The window square
Whitens and swallows its dull stars. And now you try
Your handful of notes;
The clear vowels rise like balloons.

10. New Chapter

       by Anonymous

As we prepare to write a new chapter of our lives,
Let us remember that we can only achieve growth if we keep moving forward
New beginnings mean that we get a fresh start,
A fresh start in that career you’ve wanted so badly,
A fresh start in that relationship you’ve been dreaming of
A fresh start in life and a chance to be better than your former self.

Poems about New Beginnings in Life

Life is an ever-evolving journey. poems about starting a new chapter in life offer insights and motivation for those starting fresh chapters filled with possibilities.

1. The New Moon

       by Sara Teasdale

Day, you have bruised and beaten me,
As rain beats down the bright, proud sea,
Beaten my body, bruised my soul,
Left me nothing lovely or whole,

Yet I have wrested a gift from you,
Day that dies in dusky blue:
For suddenly over the factories
I saw a moon in the cloudy seas,

A wisp of beauty all alone
In a world as hard and gray as stone,
Oh who could be bitter and want to die
When a maiden moon wakes up in the sky?

2. The New Spring

       by Theodosia Garrison

The long grief left her old–and then
Came love and made her young again
As though some newer, gentler Spring
Should start dead roses blossoming;
Old roses that have lain full long
In some forgotten book of song,
Brought from their darkness to be one
With lilting winds and rain and sun;
And as they too might bring away
From that dim volume where they lay
Some lyric hint, some song’s perfume
To add its beauty to their bloom,
So love awakes her heart that lies
Shrouded in fragrant memories,
And bids it bloom again and wake
Sweeter for that old sorrow’s sake.

3. New Life, New Love

       by Henry Lawson

The breezes blow on the river below,
And the fleecy clouds float high,
And I mark how the dark green gum trees match
The bright blue dome of the sky.
The rain has been, and the grass is green
Where the slopes were bare and brown,
And I see the things that I used to see
In the days ere my head went down.

I have found a light in my long dark night,
Brighter than stars or moon;
I have lost the fear of the sunset drear,
And the sadness of afternoon.
Here let us stand while I hold your hand,
Where the light’s on your golden head —
Oh! I feel the thrill that I used to feel
In the days ere my heart was dead.

The storm’s gone by, but my lips are dry
And the old wrong rankles yet —
Sweetheart or wife, I must take new life
From your red lips warm and wet!
So let it be, you may cling to me,
There is nothing on earth to dread,
For I’ll be the man that I used to be
In the days ere my heart was dead!

4. Starting Over

       by David Harris

Within every life there comes a time
when you need to take a break,
to start something new.
A point at when your life seems stale
and starting over is the only thing to do.
Not everyone wants to do it,
in fact most refuse to try.
They idle away each day,
not realising they need to do something new.
The world passes by them
as they stand at the garden gate
and before they know it
starting over for them is too late.
Therefore, if you need to get out of a rut
before it is too late,
start looking for something new
to enhance your life with beauty,
which you have forgotten what it was like.
Starting over can make you a new person,
sometimes even better than before.

5. You Can

       by Catherine Pulsifer

You can start afresh
anytime in life
You can stop and
end some of the life strife.

You see it is all up to you and
what you want to do.
You don’t have to be unhappy,
nor feel blue.

It may not be easy,
but with a goal in sight
It will give you hope
like a shining light.

You may have to overcome
some hurdles, but that is okay.
And as you move towards your goal
you may find potholes in the roadway.

But with a plan and
a determined attitude
You can achieve a new beginning
if you want to!

6. The Journey of Life

       by William Cullen Bryant

Beneath the waning moon I walk at night,
And muse on human life, for all around
Are dim uncertain shapes that cheat the sight,
And pitfalls lurk in shade along the ground,
And broken gleams of brightness, here and there,
Glance through, and leave unwarmed the death-like air.

The trampled earth returns a sound of fear,
A hollow sound, as if I walked on tombs!
And lights, that tell of cheerful homes, appear
Far off, and die like hope amid the glooms.
A mournful wind across the landscape flies,
And the wide atmosphere is full of sighs.

And I, with faltering footsteps, journey on,
Watching the stars that roll the hours away,
Till the faint light that guides me now is gone,
And, like another life, the glorious day
Shall open o’er me from the empyreal height,
With warmth, and certainty, and boundless light.

7. Dried Flowers

       by Anonymous

I sometimes feel as though they have moved on.
Planting new bulbs for the coming season already.
Before your petals have even dried or fallen.
Perhaps they couldn’t stand to see your garden empty?
It’s been years now, since I’ve laid your name to rest.
Tucked neatly in the soil amongst the flowers.
Picked in their prime, the precious lillies.
Their fragrance, soft petals and shape now a memory.
If only I could press you between the pages of a book.
My favourite story, so when I revisit it, I revisit you too.
So as to keep you a little while longer.
As they say, I will now remember you longer than I have known you.
Your garden is in winter now, somewhat bare and empty.
Though the promise of spring is around the corner.
It has us hopeful for the new flowers yet to bloom.
We will share their beauty, and miss the lillies.
But prepare the garden we must, for new beginnings.
And together we will plant a new bed of flowers.
Though your memory, pressed between the pages of my favourite book,
Will remain for years to come.

8. A New Century

       by Algernon Charles Swinburne

An age too great for thought of ours to scan,
A wave upon the sleepless sea of time
That sinks and sleeps for ever, ere the chime
Pass that salutes with blessing, not with ban,
The dark year dead, the bright year born for man,
Dies: all its days that watched man cower and climb,
Frail as the foam, and as the sun sublime,
Sleep sound as they that slept ere these began.
Our mother earth, whose ages none may tell,
Puts on no change: time bids not her wax pale
Or kindle, quenched or quickened, when the knell
Sounds, and we cry across the veering gale
Farewell, and midnight answers us, Farewell;
Hail, and the heaven of morning answers, Hail.

9. Spring

       by Gerard Manley Hopkins

Nothing is so beautiful as Spring –
When weeds, in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush;
Thrush’s eggs look little low heavens, and thrush
Through the echoing timber does so rinse and wring
The ear, it strikes like lightnings to hear him sing;
The glassy peartree leaves and blooms, they brush
The descending blue; that blue is all in a rush
With richness; the racing lambs too have fair their fling.
What is all this juice and all this joy?
A strain of the earth’s sweet being in the beginning
In Eden garden. – Have, get, before it cloy,
Before it cloud, Christ, lord, and sour with sinning,
Innocent mind and Mayday in girl and boy,
Most, O maid’s child, thy choice and worthy the winning.

10. A Brand New Chapter in Your Life

       by Anonymous

A brand new chapter in your life
Leave behind unwanted strife
Forge a path through each new year
Eradicate unwanted fear
Start each day a fresh new canvas
Live each moment as it’s your last
Pick yourself up off the floor
Love yourself more than be

Poems about New Beginnings at School

Starting a new educational journey is a significant transition. Explore poems about new beginnings at school, offering encouragement for students of all ages.

1. Hope for Our New Beginning

       by Catherine Pulsifer

We are excited about tomorrow
We will move forward without sorrow.
Our hopes and dreams we will see
Will be realized by us being all we can be.

What we have learned we shall give
We will do our best as we live
We start today as happy fellows
With hopes and dreams of a new tomorrow.

2. A Fresh Beginning

       by Catherine Pulsifer

A fresh beginning, a new start,
I’m happy yesterday is no longer a part.
Exciting paths lay ahead of me.
With few uncertainties.

No clouds in my sky so blue.
My heart is filled with joy that’s true.
My life is an open chapter to write
I see it as happy and bright!

3. Anatomy Class

       by Betsy Franco

The chair has
arms.
The clock,
a face.
The kites have
long and twirly tails.
The tacks have
heads.
The books have
spines.
The toolbox has
a set of nails.
Our shoes have
tongues,
the marbles,
eyes.
The wooden desk has
legs and seat.
The cups have
lips.
My watch has
hands.
The classroom rulers all have
feet.

Heads, arms hands, nails,
spines, legs, feet, tails,
face, lips, tongues, eyes.

What a surprise!

Is our classroom alive?

4. Seasons of Life

       by Catherine Pulsifer

Life brings many seasons
Change happens for a reason
So as one ending occurs
Look forward, open the doors.

A new beginning a time to do
All of the things you want to.
A time to look at yourself
And put away any doubts.

Believe that you can succeed
You have the potential to exceed
So take a deep breath and go
Don’t be discouraged if it’s slow.

A season ends and a new one begins
Don’t lose your smile or your grin
With a positive attitude with you
You will find success in all you do.

5. Theme for English B

       by Langston Hughes

I wonder if it’s that simple?
I am twenty-two, colored, born in Winston-Salem.  
I went to school there, then Durham, then here  
to this college on the hill above Harlem.  
I am the only colored student in my class.  
The steps from the hill lead down into Harlem,  
through a park, then I cross St. Nicholas,  
Eighth Avenue, Seventh, and I come to the Y,  
the Harlem Branch Y, where I take the elevator  
up to my room, sit down, and write this page:

It’s not easy to know what is true for you or me  
at twenty-two, my age. But I guess I’m what
I feel and see and hear, Harlem, I hear you:
hear you, hear me—we two—you, me, talk on this page.  
(I hear New York, too.) Me—who?
Well, I like to eat, sleep, drink, and be in love.  
I like to work, read, learn, and understand life.  
I like a pipe for a Christmas present,
or records—Bessie, bop, or Bach.
I guess being colored doesn’t make me not like
the same things other folks like who are other races.  
So will my page be colored that I write?  

Being me, it will not be white.
But it will be
a part of you, instructor.
You are white—
yet a part of me, as I am a part of you.
That’s American.
Sometimes perhaps you don’t want to be a part of me.  
Nor do I often want to be a part of you.
But we are, that’s true!
As I learn from you,
I guess you learn from me—
although you’re older—and white—
and somewhat more free.

6. The Young Poets of Winnipeg

       by Naomi Shihab Nye

scurried around a classroom papered with poems.
Even the ceiling, pink and orange quilts of phrase…
they introduced one another, perched on a tiny stage
to read their work, blessed their teacher who
encouraged them to stretch, wouldn’t let their parents
attend the reading because parents might criticize,
believed in the third and fourth eyes, the eyes in
the undersides of leaves, the polar bears a thousand miles north,
and sprouts of grass under the snow. They knew their poems
were glorious, that second-graders could write better
than third or fourth, because of what happened
on down the road, the measuring sticks
that came out of nowhere, poking and channeling
the view, the way fences broke up winter,
or driveways separated the smooth white sheets
birds wrote on with their feet.

7. New Beginnings

       by Tony Walsh

Welcome to your new school.
Welcome to your future.
New beginnings here and new rules.
New classrooms, new computers,

New timetables, new faces here,
New corridors, new signs.
But some things change, some stay the same.
And some truths last all time.

You’ll take out what you put in,
You’ll reap just what you sow.
So face the test and do your best,
Work hard, play hard and grow.

And play a full and active part
In school and its community.
Be pleased to say, ‘I seized the day.’
‘I used this opportunity.’

Remember that you’re different,
There’s no-one quite like you.
But make good friends, the ones who lend
A hand to get you through.

Remember – keep your head up.
Even if you fear you’ll drown.
Achieving is believing mixed
With never looking down.

And think about your future;
And find a hope, a dream.
Put action in your action plan
And build yourself a team.

Made of parents, made of teachers,
Made of family and friends.
From this position make a mission
For a trip that never ends.

And so always keep on learning;
There’s always more to know.
It may sound strange but you can always change,
It’s never too late to grow.

So don’t let anybody
Try and sneer and hold you back,
Your history is not your future,
So don’t ever feel like that.

Because our town has a history
Of producing boys and girls
Who, from humble roots, pull up their boots
And go on to change the world!

And so people just like you and me
Can do very special things!
Aim higher! Be high-flyers!
And be bold, unfold your wings!

And so gain an education;
Learn skills, gain facts and knowledge.
And then take the inspiration
Through to jobs, careers and college.

And so make the most of these days,
The school and these facilities.
Take off the brakes, be sure to make
The best of your abilities.

Respect yourself and others,
Have confidence – it’s essential.
If you keep a burning urge to learn
You’ll reach your full potential.

And so do things that you’re proud of!
And let everybody see:
You’ve passed the test, you’ve done your best,
To be the best that you can be.

8. New Beginnings

       by Anonymous

Every day is a fresh beginning,
Every morn is the world made new;
You who are weary of sorrow and sinning,
Here is a beautiful hope for you-
A hope for me and a hope for you.

All the past things are past and over,
The tasks are done and the tears are shed;
Yesterday’s errors let yesterday cover;
Yesterday’s wounds, which smarted and bled,
Are healed with the healing which night has shed.

Yesterday now is a part of forever,
Bound up in a sheaf, which God holds tight;
With glad days and sad days and bad days which never
Shall visit us more with their bloom and their blight,
Their fullness of sunshine or sorrowful night.

Let them go, since we cannot relive them,
Cannot undo, and cannot atone.
God in His mercy, receive, forgive them;
Only the new days are our own
Today is ours, and today alone.

Here are the skies all burnished brightly,
Here is the spent earth all reborn,
Here are the tired limbs springing lightly
To face the sun and to share with the morn,
In the chrism of dew and the cool of dawn.

Everyday is a fresh beginning;
Listen, my soul, to the glad refrain,
And, spite of old sorrow and old sinning,
And puzzles forecasted and possible pain,
Take heart with the day, and begin again.

9. The World Book

       by Patricia Hooper

When the woman in blue serge
held up the sun, my mother
opened the storm door, taking
the whole volume of S
into her hands. The sun
shown as a sun should,
and we sat down at the table
leafing through silks and ships,
saints and subtraction. We passed
Scotland and Spain, street-
cars and seeds and even
the Seven Wonders until
the woman who owned them skipped
to the solar system and said
it could be ours. My mother
thought, as I held my breath,
and while she was writing the check
for everything, A through Z,
I noticed the room with its stove
and saucers and spoons. I was wearing
a sweater and skirt and shoes
and there at the window the sun
was almost as clear as it was
in the diagram where its sunspots,
ninety-three million miles
from the earth and only a page
from Sumatra, were swirling. The woman
stood up, slamming it shut,
and drove down the street to leave us
in Saginaw, where I would wait
for the world to arrive. And each morning,
walking to school, I believed
in the day it would come, when we’d study
Sweden or stars and I’d stand
at the head of the classroom and take
the words of the world from my satchel,
explaining the secrets.

10. Hello Little Guy

       by Anonymous

Hello little guy,
It’s time to fly,
To stretch your wings and go,
Up, up, and away,
To start your day,
To start your new life as a butterfly.
You’re no longer a worm,
No longer in hiding,
Your wings are perfectly made,
To help you begin.

Final Thoughts

New beginnings, with their inherent mysteries and promises, have been a subject of fascination for generations.

As you navigate the diverse categories of poems about new beginnings, may you find inspiration, guidance, and the wisdom to embrace fresh horizons.

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How have these poems about new starts impacted your life, or which verses resonate with your own journey of transformation?

Poetry, with its timeless ability to inspire, is a powerful companion as you embark on new adventures.

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