Nature April Poems | Nature Poems About April

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Details | Lyric |


Anacreontic Verse Winter has now passed, tears drip from the sky grey clouds hide the blue it’s raining! I cry. April showers bring us welcomed rain, our garden’s thirst is quenched again. Vibrant crocuses of yellow and blue peer through the soil. Daffodils dance in the warm spring breeze, their golden pollen may make you sneeze! Terrific tulips delight us bursting with jewelled colours of purple, pink and red. Cherry blossom falls on a zephyr breeze, resembling pretty pink wedding confetti falling from the trees. Checked using How Many Syllables Contest -Anacreontic Verse 3 sponsored by Edward Ebbs 04~04~16

Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2016

Details | Light Poetry |


On Manhattan's West Side...
You descend ancient stairs
You've crossed the Drive
River Side Drive
Expect to float on air of beauty.

Cherry blossoms pink won't wink
They'll courtesy as you walk, jog, bike
Their fragrance light and airy
Suffuse each path paved smooth
Sloped path leads to arched cemented canopy
As ancient as view
The Hudson embraces you
A garden path with bright flowers 
Will warm your heart
The young, the old, those in between
They live for such scenes
Sky, trees, mound overlooking New Jersey
The Hudson River is where I met my honey.


Copyright © Iris Elizabeth Sankey-Lewis | Year Posted 2015

Details | Villanelle |

April's Pink Moon

Orchestrating the birth of spring life's obedient to Her call She's the reason that robins sing Reflecting light that sunbeams bring She morphs into a bright pink ball orchestrating the birth of spring She glows within a golden ring and beams Her gentle light to all She's the reason that robins sing She comes when icicles still cling and snow covers colors of fall orchestrating the birth of spring April’s pink Moon crowns rain as king from a storm to a gentle squall, She's the reason that robins sing In the night She is everything wearing misty drops like a shawl Orchestrating the birth of spring She's the reason that robins sing

Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2017

Details | Haiku |

Peace of Nature

Peace of nature shows
how relaxing life can be
and can show you truth 

Copyright © Christian Childs | Year Posted 2013

Details | Couplet |


The sky is lying,
The sun is crying.

Copyright © Tiffiny Hagan | Year Posted 2015

Details | Imagism |


Beautiful flowers so vibrant and alive. I smell your blossoms all day and night. May your rosebud be an image of the mind while I walk through the garden tonight. You are nature’s wonderful prize. Beautiful flowers open your mind to the photosynthesis as the sunrises. You surely will flourish into a spectacular landscape where your flower garden caresses and comforts. Might you shout via your colors as I paint upon the canvas? I will sit children amongst the tulips and daffodils so that your splendor will escape into the creative imagination. Beautiful flowers do you feel the breeze. You are radiant radiance and brilliance seen. I have watched you in your growth. As nature’s wonderful prize, you are significant. Heaven’s sun showers your stem. In just a short while, I will see you bloom. _____________________________________|
Penned on October 25, 2014 @ 1:09 a.m. EST!

Copyright © Verlena S. Walker | Year Posted 2014

Details | Verse |


follow on facebook,
adore on pinterest,
fall in love on instagram,
kiss on a hunch,
all under a tree.

Copyright © A.O. Taner | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |

Mating Season

She meandered through 
new spring grass, startling bugs
shortening their lives, taking her fill
seemingly unimpressed
with grandeur displayed
solely for her benefit.

His swagger almost took him
airborne, his tail feathers spread
into a fan of splendor
his princely prance seemingly
not even a blip on her view

Our appearance on the scene
assured his utmost strut, trumpeting
at us as we laughed and mocked 
his silly gobble 

Yet his strategy succeeded
She now sits on her nest
at the edge of the yard
under the hickory tree, just beyond 
where the mower runs

Copyright © Cona Adams | Year Posted 2015

Details | Haiku |

Spring into Haiku

Smiling Sakura
blows kisses to Bush Warbler
Dreams of distant love

Copyright © Lily Twinkle | Year Posted 2014

Details | Rhyme |

Spring Is Here Once Again

Spring trees are full of tender
green buds, stretching into the air.
Fresh blackberries blooming white
flowers everywhere.
The smell of honeysuckle and it's bright
stare are full of honey bees with a hunger
to mature, with care.

A long walk on a dirt lain, back
road with no where to go.
Gentle fireflies cascade in the 
evening's glow.

In the distance a young whiperwhil
calls to another.
A peaceful sound that brings to me
a soft shutter.

Spring is here once again and the rebirth
of life begins again.
I live to see each year's wonder earthed
and to it, my attention lend.

Copyright © Sharon Gulley | Year Posted 2015

Details | Verse |

April Rain

The long awaited needed rain finally came in gentle drops. Thirsty daffodils greedily quaffed the tepid precipitate while their odoriferous scents reluctantly merged with ozone creating a pungent bouquet that stimulated the nostrils. Far afield from the daffodils robins comb the newly wet grass for ever emerging earthworms that are coaxed above by the rain. Soon the tugs of war begin between the two adversaries.

Copyright © Albert Ahearn | Year Posted 2012

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Wetland Song

The April morning's quiet
and so is the November.
Wherever people outnumber trees
or the dominant cover type
is unquiet. Nothing wrong with that.
Walt got it right, and Jane Jacobs:
the city is an experienced,
used beauty. Her toes are long,
nails thick and hair thin. Yet
her kisses can be sweet; or
smell of ****. All my life I've tried to point my window toward
some narrow wedge of nature.
On Seaman Ave., over the roof
beyond the chimney to the park
where every dog was walked.
Could I survive soot and an air shaft now, pigeons and cats,
or even a desk in the legislature for my lot in life. How about
prison like Etheridge Knight,
Nazim Hikmet?
I've gotten soft.
When he builds that house in the pocket
wetland my window now looks out on,
the developer will have given me what I need.
Amphibian mortality,
gravel, fill,
oak, ash and maples felled. Good
to the last drop is our bitterness, our love.

Copyright © Robert Ronnow | Year Posted 2015

Details | Haiku |

Saharan Winds

Dunes now flowing
Blow spring air
Sandblasts love ...

Copyright © Patricia L Graham | Year Posted 2014

Details | Haiku |

april haiku

shards of rain and hail
   pounding on the soaking grass...
      april tempest blows

swollen river beds
    fields of winter turning green...
        peeking through the mud

showers feed the lawns
    tender shoots that spring up strong...
          flowers on the way

Copyright © Deb Wilson | Year Posted 2011

Details | Free verse |

The Storm

And the storm calls to me in ways you'll never understand
A gentle call that urges my soul forth
The lighting guiding a path for my feet to walk
Between the stones and ash of all that once was
I stand in the echoing silence of the rain 
It drops down upon my skin like the blessing waters of heaven
Soothing me, lifting the weight from my body 
I feel at once as if I am home
Standing amid two dimensions 
Caught between two skies - here and there
The night wraping around me in warmth
The gentle wind lifting me off my feet
Drops from the clouded moon washing away my body
and I am left just a soul, an essence 
The storm calls me forth from beneath my roof
Beckoning me into its depth 
I stand among the reeds in the basin 
They dance and sway as if welcoming me
And I sway with them back 
Caught up in the power that charges the air
That threatens to sweep me away 
If the ground will just loosen its hold
The thunder rumbles a low welcoming growl
And I get pleasently lost within it
I am so small compared to its vastness
I close my eyes and succumb to the skies wishes
Rising higher until my feet no longer touch the ground 
My fingertips touch the liquid color of the stars
A sigh drifts from my lips
There is no need of thought to stay afloat
There is no demand to breathe in air
No crushing weight upon my chest
As my lungs struggle to survive
There are no struggles here
I make my bed on blackened clouds
And give in to the call
The storm has claimed me as its own 
It was such a struggle to stay upon the ground
When the storm would call me home

Copyright © Jay Loveless | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

If I Shall Grow Old 2K13

If these eyes shall become blinded, and if this
hair shall come to be combed thinly and grey;
No, it would not be the end of the world.
I would still see beauty therein this world through
the songs of Crickets and Feathered Songsters.
The breeze would yet whisper and trees still dance.
I would yet smell the freshly bloom of Spring.
I'd still endure Summer's sweltering heat.
I'd yet feel Autumn's leaves crunch 'neath these toes.
I'd still long to be fireside with Winter.
Disabled or not, perhaps I'd yet walk
therein wonderful imagination.
How I'd be forever young at heart!
Then just as one journey came to an end,
I'd indeed greet another with a smile.

Copyright © Anthony O. Mitchell Jr. | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |



The ground still crunches ‘neath my step
Yet    this mild sense of renewal

Eyes still overcast
    dirty snow
                   rotting leaves   
                       that endless roof of gray clouds
Yet    this mild sense of renewal
The calendar’s 24th day
            strikes a Sunday    short sleeve warmth
Yet    this lingering fact of winter

But    the wide    mild whiff
                                    thought of spring
                                          overrides EVERYTHING!
And    I am born once again               


Copyright © daver austin | Year Posted 2011

Details | Heroic Couplets |

Waiting For Spring

Since spring forgot to come and winter stayed,
My garden is untilled, seeding delayed.
A sodden March ran damply through each day.
I hope for April to remove the gray.

Each April is reserved for tulip tours.
The brilliant colors are delightful lures.
The tulips are attracting avid fans,
While other crops fill in as also rans.

Our valley is a beauty in the spring,
But spring is not here yet and that’s the thing.
We pray the sun comes out and is on time
For merchants to attract the tourist’s dime.

So now it’s up to April to perform
To give us days that are spring like and warm.
So tourists can find  beauty and some fun
And I at last can get my yard work done.

Copyright © Joyce Johnson | Year Posted 2012

Details | Rhyme royal |

Tornado In Alabama, April 27, 2011

Oh how furious it was, God sent his power from above.  He let the Black clouds 
and the rain come gushing through our window panes.  Oh what scary a sight to see,
I felt like running, I tried to free me.  The gushing winds blowing so fast, I never
thought I would last.  The winds he sent was meant to be, to warn all of us our
souls need to be free.  

He sent his fury fast and long, we were all surprised where it roamed.  The tornadoes
went from one county to another, sending its wrath, killing, destroying and giving us
trouble.  Cries were heard throughout the night, People screaming and praying with
all their might.

The tornadoes did not stop, they destroyed our lands, and ruined our crops.
The devastation it left on our minds  is here to stay and will never go away.
This is a terrible storm we will never forget, because it lasted a long time and all
of us were upset.  We hoped and prayed it would pass us by, asking and praying
to God, please dont let us die!

We all tried to seek shelter in our homes, before we knew it, everything was gone.
Some of us found ourselves standing outside with nothing hardly for cover, we were
screaming and crying searching for one another.

Copyright © Shirley Long | Year Posted 2012

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A Peaceful Sight

I sit among the audience of my thoughts
Upon a chair 
With my feet up high casually on a table
My senses, my breath, my heart rate is stable
Silence at this very moment is my mind’s favorite labor
The leaves they sway from side to side 
so graciously, it is my favorite sight
Beside me,
The cherking of birds is my morning cup of delight
In front of me,
The rattle of the clear crystal pool is the depth and constancy of a single thought
The clear blue sky is my happy tomorrow
On my face you will find no trace of sorrow
Such a peaceful sight I see
If only you could bare witness with me
To such a glorious and heavenly sight
Like A picture perfect,
Or a beautiful view in Peru
The glorious nature has set me at ease
I am calmed by the steady breeze
Yet the buzzing of my cousin
Is like the sound of a busy bee
She speaks to me of heartache and despair 
And the death of some distant loved one
She makes a noble and noteworthy declaration
To give me a kidney if mine decides to collapse
I smile at her with this carefree sensation
As I sit there typing and pretending to care
Tapping my fingers to a rhythm while unaware
Smiling a genuine smile and sighing a pretentious sigh
You want me to speak of wickedness and of madness
At this moment I am indifferent,oblivious, I genuinely Do Not Care
The quacking of a random duck 
Came casually as pure luck
Lazily I yawn, so dazed, and simply amazed 
 I am hypnotized
At this sight that left me mesmerized.

Copyright © Mary Moussa | Year Posted 2013

Details | Romanticism |

Mother Nature, You The Seed Of Earth's Delights

Mother Nature, You The Seed Of Earth's Delights

Soft spoken and sweet art thy graceful ways
Within forests of rainbow trees a light shines
For each of thy songs, the sad world pays
Reluctance in glory and resentfully it opines.
Coming Spring, brings increases in thy lights
With calming days and grace in castle towers
Soft spirits dance in woods on cooler nights
And later finds comfort in thy majestic powers!

Sun and morn bring far more pleasant things
Even happiness in light cool spring showers
Gratitude for blessings thy heart always brings
Admiration for thy gracefully wielded powers.

Mother Nature, you the seed of earth's delights
And greatest author of its most beautiful sights!

R. J. Lindley
no date on old poem.

No date on an old poem.  Most likely late 70's to early 80's. 
found six verses to another poem  that I may finish if I 
can find the time and do not forget to do so.

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015

Details | Prose |

Earth Day

by René Annandale

On 22 April each year
we celebrate Mother Nature’s Earth Day
It is an awareness day
to shake us out of our dream world
that  Earth will forever be here
Yet we orchestrate its demise
in so many ways 
every single day.
On Earth Day we stop and think 
for a while 
and hopefully repent
of our foolish ways
Look at renewable energy
Investigate ways to curb waste
Recycle, reduce, reuse, upcycle
Mother Nature supports us
We have no right to abuse her
We should support her
in our daily journey around 
the sun
It should be a combined effort

Use your mind
Get your hands dirty
If  you must
Let us stand together
Let us fight 
for the right to live
on this planet
we call home -

Copyright © Rene Annandale | Year Posted 2015

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leaves burst mauve palette as cherry trees twirl waltz’s crest… sunlight pirouette boughs clad april’s crowns adorned in satin-sheet gowns… parading on towns oh scent of sweet yolk candy-coated like bud's cloak… tickles of warm stroke children squirt hoses under april’s swirled poses… ring-ring-a-roses
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Copyright © nette onclaud | Year Posted 2011

Details | Haiku |


showers all day

the bay tree

curtseys low

Copyright © Brian Strand | Year Posted 2009

Details | Free verse |



Will it be the last?
I’ve wished for it all winter -
No early spring snow -
The Gods haven’t heard my plea
Ground is covered already

Out with the shovel!
On with my heavy    warm coat
‘Whistle while you work’
The old Disney song comes back
 But I’m out the door    cursing!

Copyright © daver austin | Year Posted 2011

Details | Haiku |

Summer Nights

On dark summer nights
Firefly’s sets sky alight
Path, luminescent

Copyright © Denise Morgan | Year Posted 2015

Details | Haiku |


Tinged with a green haze
a tender 5 o'clock shadow
Burst from swollen buds

Copyright © Tim Peterson | Year Posted 2015

Details | Personification |


My name is flower
Of number one display and color
To commit suicide I decide
To take nuclear waste or pesticide

Am tired of you people polluting the air
Polluting our rivers and streams that's not fair
You clear out our jungles, you cut down our mountains
To make way for tall buildings Hollywood Mansions and fountains

You burn fuel for energy source
Depleting the ozone showing no remorse
You drill, you drain the earth of it's natural resource and nutrients
Causing a shift in the earth's plate
Evidence Tsunami and Earth Quake

I cannot take it anymore
This is the final straw
Yes am gonna commit suicide
Either by Nuclear Waste or Pesticide
O! yes you need me for oxygen
along with all other plant life existing

So if I were to take them all with me you'll die
You'll be no more... no lie?
So sit back admire the beauty, the splendor  
The wonderful blossoming of a flower

In my last breath I write this suicide note
Dated 25th April 2011 by... flower

©Copyright April 2011 by Brian Pierre-Alexander
© All Rights Reserved

Copyright © Brian Pierre-Alexander | Year Posted 2012

Details | Haiku |

April Morning

cherry blossoms burst
blue feathers line a new nest
Madam pens haiku

Copyright © Patricia Sawyer | Year Posted 2011

Details | Haiku |

mayday in April


squirrel in my garden
roots for his acorns
mayday in April

Copyright © Reason A. Poteet | Year Posted 2015