April Wind Poems

April 16—Rain

No Rain



In 2025, the world ended
With the collapse
Of the worldwide climate system.

Monster storms of the century
devastated half the world.

But the other half of the...

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 it’s such a modes
 hint of fall yet it is  just
spring time cause cooling

chill the breeze April 
it is so now spring season
so...

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Written: April 19, 2024
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A whirl in motion.
In a...

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Jimi’s grand apology
hidden in the words
In lyrics of his soul’s lament
Mary’s name is heard

The Jacks are in their boxes
as midnight plays its chord
Music sighing whispers...

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just pollinating     
     on the flowers, in the trees
        ...

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                  It's  Not...

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We For A Moment No Longer Contemplate Death

Solitudes, please I beseech thy soft calming breath
In Nature I yearn a cool breeze and quiet hour
We for...

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Employing the Wind

The red-tailed hawk sails across
the backdrop of the April blue sky
Employing the wind as he defies gravity
with the gesture of his tail and...

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 "Despair is generally defined as a loss of hope.  In existentialism, it is more specifically a loss of hope in reaction to a...

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on a magical dreamy morning of rain 
whispering pitter-patter, pitter-patter…
restless wind rustling through falling leaves, 
murmuring softly stories from the past! 

cerulean clouds floating across...

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Born like a tender infant in nature,
Why do you soon change your nomenclature?
Does stress, like nerves striking the human brain
Craze your equilibrium and cause strain...?

Progress...

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to mark the edge of spring
to tilt strawmen 'gainst their will
late April wind shuffles new leaves like a deck of cards
a simple trick
nature in its...

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Ah, Wind, we've known each other so long.
While creatures run quickly from your side,
I've tried to find kindness in your song 
but your howls become...

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I love the wind
Blowing softly against my face,
Fanning it on a hot Summer’s day,
Stirring my hair;
Making the branches and leaves quiver
And the grasses to dance...

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From my domain of desiccated wasteland,
the dust soared on the wings of plundering wind, 
wafted across the burnt canopy 
of the lone magnolia tree,
I nurtured...

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