Poems About: APRIL

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

  • 25.
    The wall - fiery pools (2 haiku)

    new neighbor
    he adds another row
    to the wall read more »

    Ben Gieske
  • 26.
    fiery flames/new neighbor (haiku)

    new neighbor
    he adds another row
    to the wall read more »

    Ben Gieske
  • 27.
    April

    April! April! April!
    With a mist of green on the trees--
    And a scent of the warm brown broken earth
    On every wandering breeze; read more »

    Virna Sheard
  • 28.
    When April Comes!

    When April comes with softly shining eyes,
    And daffodils bound in her wind-blown hair,
    Oh, she will coax all clouds from out the skies, read more »

    Virna Sheard
  • 29.
    Spring On April Avenue

    When you dont need me anymore
    You realise how much you need me
    But I just need you if you not need me
    Like the spring on april avenue read more »

    Not A Dream Choice
  • 30.
    Kavya-2

    The afternoon of 2nd April was profusely bountiful; as
    the Sun cast its flamboyantly Omnipotent spell; upon
    even the most penuriously obsolete granules of soil, read more »

    Nikhil Parekh
  • 31.
    April Showers

    April Showers

    I was walking through the woodlands and then it started to rain.
    It is in the end of April. read more »

    Crystal Chown
  • 32.
    April

    April, pride of woodland ways,
    Of glad days,
    April, bringing hope of prime,
    To the young flowers that beneath read more »

    Remy Belleau
  • 33.
    Sweet Wild April

    O sweet wild April
    Came over the hills,
    He skipped with the winds read more »

    William Force Stead
  • 34.
    Sheep and Lambs

    All in the April evening,
    April airs were abroad;
    The sheep with their little lambs
    Passed me by on the road. read more »

    Katharine Tynan
  • 35.
    April Rain

    I've got to be strong
    I have little sisters
    A not so little brother
    Parents counting on me read more »

    mollie myers
  • 36.
    [720] UPON THE FIRST OF APRIL[ Written,12: 01am, April 1st,2008]

    April comes, and upon it's breeze, there's renaissance
    And virginity, to nature's newborne host of greenpeace
    Shadows cast a sunrise pink......o'er fields of Magnolia
    Day's longer now, through the ide's...of April's eventide read more »

    Frank James Ryan, Jr.
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