April Poems | Examples of April Poetry

Streaming like the rain outside The windscreen wipers working like My heart and chopping onions stuff A testament to will the good of another The kids are in the back and can't see what's going on Soaring, tumbling, freewheeling in the driving seat I think of my wife and when we first met She was always running late As I was...

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Sudden rain will there be a rainbow? Patches of bright blue sky peep through clouds Raindrops cease petrichor scent rises...

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Pots & Pans We see on the net a dust bowl of horror called Gaza people with remarkable pots and pans begging for food around an open kitchen; the thought is, do they keep the poets and pans so clean, do they take turns licking clean any vestige of nourishment of the said utensils, which tells me there is a Palestine under  the...

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It was nine degrees outside in April In the chill of a dreary April day, I find myself wandering through the dimness, My eyes were straining in the absence of light. As I approach the door, a sense of familiarity washes over me, pulling me back to a time of comfort and solace. The thought of retreating to the inviting...

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Not a Democrat Is democracy good for individual freedom a year when spring sprang early he bought horse and cart and made a living  moving people's rubbish to the town's pit  He was not a man working from 9 to 5 in  a factory where underpaid workers slaved  putting macaroni in tomato sauce, into a tin he had many children, but was not...

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Café tables on terrasse drenched in rain ~ everyone’s indoor as if on hold waiting impatiently for the sun to come out. April showers bring may flowers but we aren't happy to pay the price ~ meanwhile the rain stubbornly won't let up. AP: Honorable Mention 2025...

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Nazi time Uniformed men with ice blue eyes, marched Up and down the street, bomb fell, earth shock And I was two years old An officer with steel rimmed glasses and a cruel Smile, said: this child is blond and has blue eyes I clicked my heel, sucked my thumb Mother, took to singing sentimental lieders They gave her an iron cross,...

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after ‘The waste Land’, by T.S. Eliot I met a woman on a glitching screen, her face a whisk of pixels and prayer. She spoke of shattered systems and survived code, “The cloud remembers everything,” she said, "but forgets what matters.” A rat hurried through my feed at dawn, past memes and headlines, each a kind...

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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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