Poems About: APRIL

In this page, poems on / about “april” are listed.

  • 49.
    Coming Home April

    Cold dark rain
    Upon my face erase the tears
    A biting wind whips
    And blows away my fears read more »

    Sonya Florentino
  • 50.
    April

    April you will never be forgotten
    i stored your memories away
    you taught me a lesson that took me forever to learn
    you healed the hurt i was holding for so long read more »

    robin machorro
  • 51.
    A Patient's Lament

    I missed the soft, gentle rains of April.
    I did not hear the robin nestlings
    Calling for their daily fare.
    I did not see the early violets read more »

    Mary M. Coughlin
  • 52.
    ' APRIL

    Puzzling dialogues grow facile,
    April is a month of dates,
    The cherry-plum blossoms in April,
    And for the love it happily waits. read more »

    Tsira Gogeshvili
  • 53.
    April Fool

    The month of MaRcH,
    Will soon pass thru the ArCh;
    And then sunny ApRiL will be BoRn.
    The very first day of ApRiL FoOl, read more »

    Pervyyn Kavarana
  • 54.
    April 10,2003

    I bind the spirit of slowfulness and
    fear, doubt, April 10,2003

    I Loose the spirit of obedience April 10,2003 read more »

    Sylvia Loven Carter
  • 55.
    APRIL SONG

    April is here again
    And I am sure that we will have some nice weather
    For a change
    April is always giving us read more »

    Aldo Kraas
  • 56.
    ! APRIL A SONG LOST !

    April has lost its songs
    on unpleasant seasons
    of time and its extended
    faces of invisibles. read more »

    Rema Prasanaa
  • 57.
    Jagger has a sister

    read more »

    Susie Sunshine
  • 58.
    Gray Music

    You wrote your Yiddish signature in rain.
    I could not match it in a thousand years.
    Old words are classic to my memory.
    Because of you, my feet have wings this day. read more »

    Sandra Fowler
  • 59.
    White Snow (Christmas in April)

    Not so many years ago,
    We waited long and hard,
    And all December,
    The road were glazed with ice, read more »

    Nick Hilton
  • 60.
    The Call Of April

    April calling, April calling,
    April calling me!
    I hear the voice of April there
    In each old apple tree:
    Bee-boom and wild perfume, read more »

    Madison Julius Cawein
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