Poems About: APRIL

What April showers mean to me,
Are flooding rains; an inland sea.
A babbling brook that starts to roar
When April showers start to pour. read more »

By night they haunted a thicket of April mist,
Out of that black ground suddenly come to birth, read more »

Lot of hunger and empty bowl without food is poverty,
Not having one more dress to take bath is poverty,
Sheltered, willing but failing to accommodate a guest is also poverty,
Mother's sick but cannot afford treatment is also poverty, read more »

When March was sleeping, two other
Gentlemen began rather
A heated argument. The 1st
Was April, the 2nd, of course, read more »

April this year, not otherwise
Than April of a year ago,
Is full of whispers, full of sighs,
Of dazzling mud and dingy snow; read more »

I’m born in April,1564 in Stratford-upon-Avon
I’m 100 miles northwest of London
I’m According to the records of Stratford's Holy Trinity Church
I’m baptized on April 26 read more »

Below, you will see two versions of my very first poem.
Its important to understand that the first version of the poem
is exactly as I wrote it at 6: 15 to 6: 30 PM on November 2nd
1970. I made no changes to it. It is also important to know read more »

It is the season of new beginnings...
Spring removes her winter robe
And fades into rainbows of hope;
The sun shines its headlights into April- read more »

Just a fun write to post on April 1st.

I’m here for sharing
My days of daring read more »

Back then, it was the steam locomotive chuggin' down the track,
Now, it's the Bullet Train.
Back then, it was ALL organic,
Now, it's the computer brain. read more »

April now walks the fields again,
Trailing her tearful leaves
And holding all her frightened buds against her heart:
Wrapt in her clouds and mists, read more »

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