April Poems | Examples of April Poetry

april cold thunderstorms beginning of flowers fertile festive fey like feeling april...

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violets peeking up their gentle heads delighting the spongy moss april is beginning...

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April knows best what parting means, With the winter frost melting as seeds begin to sprout. We talked and laughed each day, And walked in her cool, forgiving breeze We’d run out when it would rain, Stomping in puddles with bright red boots, No care in the world, For what tomorrow might hold. Now I watch, with tear-struck eyes As you go around saying...

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Summer smashes into Spring with violent heat that leaves the air in a hazy daze.  All of the tender, green rain-draped brilliance of young foliage giving way to the drab, sunbaked drowsy green that swelters and gasps for rain all through Earth's yearly simmering.  Boiling and drying in invisible and malicious rays, all green tends to...

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A Poet Road Now that it is hot and the sun has turned from a warm friend to a raging enemy, what did I say to make it so burning hot? I`m up early and drive around, stopping and take pictures of growing plants before the rampant sun makes them lose all colors. Then, before I knew it was ten o’clock time...

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It was only a sprig of red berries poking through a mantle of snow. But something in their quiet defiance— so small, so sure, so bold— stopped me in rushing mid-stride, as if beauty had broken some sealed place inside me, and light, unbidden, had found a way in. The world went quiet around me except for the whispered ticking of snow melting on my coat. The berries...

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Kaleidoscope A man unsure of how to address women walked into a tube of colored glasses and bits of painted paper. he was brought up as a Presbyterian, were women were held in high esteem wore long gloves when going to a ball. He thought the color in the kaleidoscope where tartish-like women dressed in red standing on the pavement near a bar. Yet...

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Soft rains kiss the earth, buds awaken, skies turn blue spring hums a new song....

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a quiet walk  In the graveyard, I walked  I didn't take the dog in case she smelt bones noticed even in death  there are three classes  I was drawn to the famous lies because their place is more airy big stones, with swada words in gold, nice flowers and well-kept lawn the dead middle-class people's graves were nice to in black marble I did come...

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Snowdrop all over the top Runs to a quick flop Daffodil thrown up In a hasty set up Lily’s eyes bloom on petals grace a gentle beacon Orchid bided her time It holds an euphonious rhyme Blossoming flourishing blooming flowering Dying falling Decaying fouling All then the graden bare No red roses perfumed the air. ...

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The Problem of Europe.   Christianity is a rising mist I normally do not bother to think of I dislike all religions as ill omens told fairytales demanding to be taken seriously.   The worship of Jesus could have been a friendly affair bewildered vicars talking about peace and thanking the ladies for the beautiful flowers.   Until one remembers the Bush and Blair...

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It is not but a tiny ball of yarn I say as I roll it around in my hand then throw it away. The littlest furball sees it and squalls a hiss which made her mother even twitch. She pounced and rolled and bounced and scolded that teeny tiny ball of yarn until she...

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The Dancer At fifteen, he was a dancer with a  slim body and narrow hips, after school he walked to  the dance studio where he was welcome and danced as long as he could other boys bullied him and said he was girlish, but the girls liked him because of him the felt save  On and on he danced, the press wrote  about this...

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April tries her best to fool us When she makes her gay debut. The next thirty days she spends Trying her best to make amends For ling'ring cold and frequent showers With budding trees and fragrant flowers. Then ere she gaily flits away, She opens wide the door for May. ...

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a torrential rain drenched us today much needed some would say now, after the chaos, settles the calm while the sun casts its golden glow on one and all like a warm coat of honey and we recall how darn lucky we are to be alive as we eagerly await oncoming summer indulgences AP: Honorable Mention 2025...

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