Poetry Forum Areas

Introduce Yourself

New to PoetrySoup? Introduce yourself here. Tell us something about yourself.

Looking for a Poem

Can't find a poem you've read before? Looking for a poem for a special person or an occasion? Ask other member for help.

Writing Poetry

Ways to improve your poetry. Post your techniques, tips, and creative ideas how to write better.

High Critique

For poets who want unrestricted constructive criticism. This is NOT a vanity workshop. If you do not want your poem seriously critiqued, do not post here. Constructive criticism only. PLEASE Only Post One Poem a Day!!!

How do I...?

Ask PoetrySoup Members how to do something or find something on PoetrySoup.

Funny April Poems | Funny Poems About April

These Funny April poems are examples of Funny poems about April. These are the best examples of Funny April poems written by international PoetrySoup poets

If you don't find the poem you want here, try our incredible, super duper, all-knowing, advanced poem search engine.

Details | Haiku |


                                                today's April fool
                                        known to all needs to have tool
                                         ooh! advance cheek's smile

     Inspired by: JAN ALLISON

Copyright © BL DEVNATH | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme |

Went Fishin'

Submitted to the "Gone Fishin" contest

Trollin’ the islands at Texoma,
It was April, 1964.
New rod and reel in hand,
I’d NEVER been fishing before.

A Garcia 2510T casting rod.
The reel, a Mitchell 301,
Plus hand-selected worms and lures…
I was ready to have some fun.

My teacher, a master fisherman,
Had fished all over the earth...
From trout in Austrian mountain streams
To sea bass just west of Perth.

He showed me all the basics,
Including how to tie a lure.
“No snaps. They’re no good.
Tie’em on…just to be sure.”

He made me practice casting.
“Take aim with your rod’s tip 
Take her back - ten, eleven, twelve, one;
Smoothly return to ten… with just a little flip.”

While I practiced the casting motion,
He said, “Large Mouths will be jumpin’ bugs.
Water’s bubblin’ with Sand Bass spawnin’.
You’ll know the difference if one gives you a tug.”

As we drifted around the islands,
He said, “I think you’re ready.”
So, I picked a lure, a pretty Heddon;
And tied her on.  My hands were steady.

Yellow with black dots and a weed guard. 
A streamer tail and double treble hooks.
Who knew if she would do the job,
But I liked the way she looked.

As I tied her on, I looked around
For a likely place for my first cast.
Magazine pictures always showed weeds
In the background of a striking Bass.

So, I picked a reed bed in the shallows;
Threw my first cast, watched her fly.
What happened next was the stuff of dreams.
We couldn’t believe our eyes. 

About eighteen inches before she lit,
A monstrous Large Mouth erupted from the water.
My teacher screamed, “Holy Mary, Mother of God!  
Kiss O’Reilly’s Ugly Daughter!”

When the Bass broke water, it scared me. 
My whole body jerked and shook.
So sudden, so silent, it seemed like slow motion.
Until I heard him screaming, “Set the hook!  Set the hook!”

When the big Bass scared me,
I must have set the hook.
The tussle was on, long and hard.
This fish didn’t want to be cooked.

My lack of skills prevailed, however,
As I finally reeled him in;
I grabbed him by the lower lip,
Like I’d seen Don Wallace do, time and time again.

“Oh, my God”, he murmured as he weighed the Bass;
“Jeez.  Over thirteen pounds....Thirteen pounds, two.”
He took out his Polaroid and laughed, 
“I’ll take a picture of this fish... holdin' you.”

He snapped the picture of me holding the Bass;
On the back wrote the date, the length and weight.
As he turned to put the camera away……
Get ready.  This is the part that’s great.

I’d watched Don Wallace ‘catch and release’.
He always did that on his show.
“This fish put up a good fight.” he’d say;
“Now it’s time to let him go.”

Yes, as my teacher put away the camera,
I held the big Bass by the lower lip and tail
And ‘swished’ him in the water,
Making sure his gills would not fail.

My teacher turned and saw what I was doing
Just as I let the big Bass go.
This, too, was like slow motion
As I heard him screaming, “NOOOOOOO!”

“Why would you do that, Lad?
Do ya know nothin’ at all?
A fish like that... on your very first cast?
Well...Lad, that fish goes on the wall.”

“Well…he’ll be here next year.” I said with a smile,
“And even bigger, I’ll bet.”
He said, ”You’ll make a fisherman, Lad.
It’s not for the fish that we fish…

but for the great stories we get.” 

I still have that lure…and the rod and reel.
Still in their bags and boxes, just like new.
I thought about selling them on eBay,
But 50 years later, they have sentimental value.

You see…I’ve been invited to go fishin’ several times
By golfin’ buddies and other friends;
But for some reason…I really don’t know why…
I’ve never gone fishin’ again.

They say, “Truth is stranger than fiction.”
And I believe that is a fact.
I hope you enjoyed this bit of truth and,
In the meantime…..”Ya’ll come back!”

Copyright © Robert Candler | Year Posted 2014

Details | Haiku |


April time is near
Tax man on the prowl
Pockets empty

Copyright © Rick Zablocki | Year Posted 2013

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 | ABC |


You send bolts through my skin 
something I was never to 
accomplish with you, when I 
saw you it's like my heart sank 
to my stomach and I was in 
shock my body still my body 
heavy felt like when I moved I 
was about to fall to my knees 
you make me want to get 
inside my brain pick you up and 
take you out pick you one by 
one like a flower because I do 
love you and love you not.

Copyright © brittney lopez | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |

It's April Fools Today

My Daddy played a trick on me
When I was just a tike
Asleep; I was in dreamland town
A 'riding on my bike

And suddenly! I hear a noise
A clanging sound it seems
It was my Dad with pots in hand
He's banging on the beams

He's shouting out "Wake up!, Wake up!
We're getting in the ride
It's time to go, no time to waste
We've got to get outside!

There's bees in here, they're everywhere
They're stinging all they see
Get in those clothes, hitch up your boots
It's time for us to flee!"

So up I jump, still in a daze
What happened to my bike?
Where are my clothes, can't find my boots
Oh my - this I don't like

We run outside; "Hey! Where's the car?
Dad woke us up you know
Those bees in there will sting for sure
It's time for us to go!"

My Dad's outside with teary eyes
From laughing all the way
He turns to us and with a grin
"It's April Fools today!"

Copyright © Neva Romaine | Year Posted 2015

Details | Ballade |

An Ellice Island - In search of KindRed Soul

Long miles of tedious journey,
Missing my darling honey.
Travelling impatiently, spend thousands of 
Hope god will bless me with ma lucky soul 
at this season.

Equatorial island exploring its amazed 
beauty, glittering with immersed grasses.
Wrapped by queens necklaced small lake 
aside, at the outskirts of dalhousie.
My heart dwelled into its god gifted 
When the night lime lighted,
Millions of stars scattered around 
charming moon.
As if its was a wondering boon.
Lucky enough for landing with my next 

Eagerly waiting for my heart chaser,
Girl passed near by, few seconds later.
Flaming beauty mould my soul.
Topped with innocence, ready for my 
auspicious goal.
Her chic appearance,
Her innocent appeal.
Strucking heart raised with high beats..
Awaited for our romantic date in ma 
upcoming meet.

Frequency of our nature matched.
Stolen Eyes of each other were catched.
Strings of our heart whistled 
Everything had happened miraclelously.
I rebelled the three precious words of 
romantic dictionary.
Accepting my red rose, She blushed.

At event of recreation, campfire were 
Nobody around us, private moments 
between we two spotlighted.
Playing guitar, she sinked with every beat,
That's the coincidence our eyes again 
Hand in hand danced with the soothing 
romantic theme,
Sparkling smile on her face beamed.
Getting closer to her, because of her 
fragranced cream.
Expecting the light around us to be dim.

The romantic moment again came,
Flaps of my soul opened for the grand 
She looked too pretty in her gold lame 
My heart awarded her an order of chivalry.
Don't know who are you, but baby you are 
the one, I am in love.
You live in me, You are my love
I feel you in my heart,
You are my world, I just cant stay apart!

Please don't hesitate, please don't lie,
Whatever you feel, my heart can buy!
Angel of life, Its just you.
Completeness in life can't be without you.

Wanna Carry journey happily together.
Tickling nose, Queenly beauty of my white 
Hold my senses, its caught by you.
Don't let be just memories, wanna feel 
ecstasy of love towards you forever.
Promising to hold your hand throughout 
life in this lovely weather.

Will be your shadow, because your pain 
will be mine.
Its destiny that our heart clicked a 
snapshot of each other's soul.
Stopping by my question, Will you marry 
me, my Kindred Soul?

Copyright © Madhavi Sarjare pagare | Year Posted 2013

Details | Haiku |

Springtime Lovers

Tulips in springtime
Expressed, two lovers kissing
Air aromatic

Copyright © Denise Morgan | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme |

April the Giraffe

April the giraffe’s live feed is all the rage,
Every day we hope to see the birth engaged.
Where oh where can the new baby be?
Is this a fake pregnancy that we see?

A new baby giraffe is what we all want,
But April is in no hurry and nonchalant.
Maybe the blessed event will be this week.
The world is all dying for that first peek.

Written 3/31/17

Copyright © Brenda McGrath | Year Posted 2017

Details | Free verse |

A perfect man does not exist

A perfect man does not exist, 
A perfect man does not exist,
A perfect man does not exist
But if that's true then who is this...
This person who seems to think that I could be his everything, who smiles when I sing... Badly
Whose in awe of me and my quirks and my quips. 
My eyes, nose and my lips. 
He greets me with the day, thinks my hair is perfect for play.
And is pleased with me in every way. 
How wonderful of a man you are, that I see no fault in you. 
But being blind to it doesn't mean there are no faults in you. 
A perfect man does not exist 
And all the while, I long for your kiss, and your arms to be wrapped around me in the sweetest way.
That you're who I want to see at the end of a long day. 
And I know I must seem crazy, for jumping into something so soon, 
My lack of cautiousness, probably makes me look like a fool. 
But I would be foolish,
If I passed up on this...
I called myself a princess, but he's already made me a queen. 
A perfect man does not exist; so maybe this is a dream ? 

Copyright © Mari elisha Williams | Year Posted 2016

Details | Lyric |

April Fool

April 1st, sometimes called All Fools' Day, is one of the most light-hearted days of the year. Its origins are uncertain. Some think it as a celebration related to the turn of the seasons, while others believe it stems from the adoption of a new calendar. 'Joseph Boskin, a professor of history at Boston University explained that the practice began during the reign of Constantine, when a group of court jesters and fools told the Roman emperor that they could do a better job of running the empire. Constantine, amused, allowed a jester named Kugel to be king for one day. Kugel passed an edict calling for absurdity on that day, and the custom became an annual event.

"In a way," explained Prof. Boskin, "it was a very serious day. In those times fools were really wise men. It was the role of jesters to put things in perspective with humor."

This explanation was brought to the public's attention in an Associated Press article printed by many newspapers in 1983. There was only one catch: Boskin made the whole thing up. It took a couple of weeks for the AP to realize that they'd been victims of an April Fools' joke themselves.'

Whatever the explanation April Fools' Day is observed throughout the Western world. Practices include sending someone on a "fool's errand," looking for things that don't exist; playing pranks; and trying to get people to believe ridiculous things.

It certainly is an excellent subject for a folk song.

Copyright © Mavis Jackson | Year Posted 2017

Details | Prose Poetry |


 Is tomorrow the end of March or the beginning of April April one or March 32 the 
way to approach the online scenario is to make it seem to be true. Associated 
Press AP: The Government in a brief memo enacted a new presidential law 
bringing the March 32 a new day into the light of day. The President of the United 
States declared leap year over null and voided. Here is the words of the transcript 
from the Whitehouse: This is President Bush talking "Eye am certain all we ever 
had to do was add a day on the end of a month when we need to in the year they 
used to all call leap year year. March now has the end of the month the April 
starts after the March 32 has come." End of quotation. The Democrats in Georgia 
have declared WAR upon the United States "we believe it to be wrong to take 
away leap year is bad enough but to add a day to MARCH is madness." The 
press corp at the Whitehouse is for once speechless. The day of the end of 
March will be celebrated all over the nation with the observnace of the Marching 
Bands of America. Send money via PayPal to Box 666 Mountain Verne 
Washingtonia, D.C. For the hearing impaired we have prepared a phonetic 
version of this message. March 32. Mahrrch Thirtee Twuu. In DRY counties of 
Arkansas this day will fall on April 1, 2008. The subdivisions housing in the 
Indian Reservations in Oklahoma will be left out. No one in Central Asia may 
observe it. Lets go LIVE to the White house to ask a question of Mrs. Bush. What 
will you do Barbara? The First Lady is unavaliable for comment. This is highly 
unusual. We remain speechless. The new day falls on a Tuesday this year and 
April 1, 2008 is on this Wednesday. All of you are April fools.

Copyright © charles hice | Year Posted 2008

Details | Couplet |

If Looks Could Kill (April Fool's Day)

Pure hatred
Venomous looks

Poisonous voices
Arsenic hearts

Just remember
You don't want to be

My enemy

I'm dangerous
Looks can kill

Stab in the back
Gun hidden

Don't look away
You might miss me

I'm your enemy

So just be aware
I'm hunting you


I'll find you
Count on it because

It's April Fool's Day!   ;-)

Copyright © Kesha Mashaw | Year Posted 2009

Details | Prose |

April and everything after

hello little school girl
how do you do
travis says he loves you
think I could love you too
you look very healthy
all sobered up
maybe you need an older man
in your troubled life

you and your firm legs
and everything above
but I wonder and I wonder
can perversion go on like this
I wish and I pray
that you were closer to twenty-six

but for now
this will have to do
maybe I can get my chance
with Pocahontas, me and you

Copyright © Christopher Lampton | Year Posted 2015

Details | I do not know? |


April blooms
May is sunny
June is warm
July is funny
August is autumn
September is chilly
October is a filly
November is cold
December is jolly
January is happy
February is Lovely
March is warmer

And there is it again.
Spring at the sight of April

Copyright © Anya Chebukina | Year Posted 2012

Details | Light Poetry |

Dragons Angels- April Fools

Here’s a penny for your thoughts… Dragon style!
One day Dragon wanted me to explain what Angels really are…. 
So, I told him Angels are God's special people who can fly… 
He got all excited... Cause HE can FLY! Now he thought that he's an angel! 
So I told him that they are not alive like him and me, but that they live forever.
So now he thinks God has Zombies Angels that can fly! No…Not exactly, I said.
I told him they are God's own special and good people who help us from above.
Now he thinks he has a Guardian Zombie Angel to protect HIM from other Zombies! 
Think I blew it this time! Not sure how to explain my way out of this one! Sigh!"

I tried to explain that Angels live among us but come from among the heavens. 
Since the Constellation Drago is among the stars… Dragon now thinks that…
Angels are Dead Zombie Dragons… So I told him… They’re not Zombies!
And they live and circle God… who is a big benevolent light and father figure. 
Now Dragon thought that God is the Elusive fire breathing Emperor Dragon… 
Who keeps dead zombie moth like Dragons. Sigh! I was in over my head…
So I explained not all angels are Dragons, or Zombies, and they are drawn to…
And made from God’s light and goodness… Yep. Dragons’ logic now went to…
Angels are Giant, Dead, Zombie, MOTH LIKE, Dragons that circle God’s light.

At that I, momentarily gave up, and we all went to lunch…
Later thinking how smart I was… I sidestepped the Zombie issue to explain…
There is more than one level of Angel: Some more powerful, some Warrior Angels.
And some are guardian Angels, while still others sing in God’s beautiful choir. 
I also said that God and his angels: all listen to our prayers, and aren’t all Dragons!
Dragon ran outside and started talking to the singing birds with a list in his hands.
He wanted the birdies to sing to the Guardian, Warrior, Zombie Angels for him.
He said he wanted them to start keeping the trees out of his way when he flies!
And he said he wanted newer ones so that they would still have their eyes…

I began to think that it’s all in the prospective you come from… Then Dragon ask…
Why did Jesus die with so many Dragon, Zombie, Warrior, Angels protecting him?
All I could finally say is… Just believe that: Jesus died and rose to heaven for US. 
At that Dragon started crying… Saying why didn’t he do it for ME TOO??!!!
I told Dragon that he is part of the US so he stopped crying and suddenly smiled.
He said he understood now! Jesus is a Zombie and when he, some day dies…
He can become a Zombie too, just like Jesus! At that I started pulling out my hair!
Guessing it’s all in the prospective you come from, I definitely decided to pitch…
That Michael Jackson ‘Thriller Album’! As I started to tromp back into the house.

Suddenly Grandpa Troll and Dragon hollered… April Fools!!!  
They had gotten me again! So, to you, I say…Happy April Fools Day!
Written 3-22-2017 

Copyright © Carol Eastman | Year Posted 2017

Details | Alliteration |


A storm's revving up in the Gulf
somewhere.  The screen door
slaps in a security lapse.  Back yard
furies (from the pen of The Bard)
strike up the band with a caveat

that's seldom been heard.  A small 
lake turtle lifts his garden hose
head to a once-tranquil surface
transformed into dread, and I, Dona
Quixote, go to fence with an owl

Who-who's out of his element
on a neighboring dock, but closer
inspection reveals no college professor,
just an owly imposter, a quasi-
transgressor chiseled from rock

Copyright © Nola Perez | Year Posted 2008

Details | Lyric |

O it's April there

O it's April there
When the mango blossoms turn to seed
And budding pear
Call the honey bee from flowery weed
And the maypole dancers are preparing
For May day fairs, and youth wild cheering.

O it's April there
And lapis lazuli dance upon the seas
And maidens fair
Like butterflies frolic in the balmy breeze.
And all my heart is under the tree waiting
For you to come, funny face, and smiling.

O it's April there
When Don and I turn our hearts to the reef
Diving corals where
Beauty is a panorama of colors beyond belief
But O my heart is under the tree waiting
For you to come, funny face, and smiling.

Copyright © L'nass Shango | Year Posted 2009