Shining through tears, like April suns in showers, that labour to overcome the cloud that loads 'em.
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Will the sun ever shine again
The cloud took over the sky covering it with a black blanket
will the sun ever shine again
the sun ran from east to seek refuge av the west
all because the cloud over threw him
will the sun ever shine again
the stars and moon all peep in to mourn their master 'sun' who was murder by the cloud
will the sun ever shine again
who could appeals the cloud to be lenient on the sky for it cries all day, mourning it master
will the sun ever shine again
the sky cry and earth couldn't go out
will the sun ever shine again
our roads filled with water
the canals over flown paving ways into our houses
will the sun ever shine again
the sky cry, and vehicles were park'd at their owner's lodge
will the sun ever shine again
the tears from the sky has turn'd the house into lagoon
will the sun ever shine again
yeah! my clothe is wet
my stomach is empty
at the same time my throat is dry,
for the sun had stop shining
will the sun ever shine again
plant could not germinate because the sun went to bed
the land was over floaded
will the sun ever shine again
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ho! could we plead you to go and come back some other time for we know we need you more as we don't need you now please make the sun shine again so it could dry our land,
for we know sun cannot exist under you
look dear cloud our bed had been carried away by your furious no were to pass the night
our legs ache because the tears from the sky took away our sit
ho! cloud get a sit for yourself to rest your long time labour
so the sun could have hope for it's lost glory again
and shine on our wet soul
will the sun ever shine again
if the sky keep throwing tears
will the sun ever shine again
if it keep raining.
poem by Adidu Adebowale Emmanuel
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Clouds
Yellow, glowing
Softness, soothing
There...never a sound,
Somewhere between
A cloud and ground
Between lips and thought
Somewhere where there is nowhere
Somehow when we don't know-how
Somewhat of an afterthought
As silently as a whisper
From an owl
In the darkest reaches
Of loneliness hidden in the
Corners of sorrow, hide tiny tears.
Painful tears
Too small to see streaks
Upon those cheeks
The cloud is all fluff,
Vapor and dust
Come cloud my memories
Away
April 1,2002
poem by Midnights Voice
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Home Thoughts from Abroad
April in England–daffodils are growing
By every wayside, golden, tall and fair;
April–and all the little winds are blowing
The scents of springtime through the sunny air.
April in England–God, that we were there!
April in England–and her sons are lying
On these red fields, and dreaming of her shore;
April–we hear the thrushes' songs replying
Each unto each, above the cannons' roar;
April in England–shall we see it more?
April in England–there's the cuckoo calling
Down in her meadows where the cowslip gleams;
April–and little showers are softly falling,
Dimpling the surface of her babbling streams;
April in England–how the shrapnel screams!
April in England–blood and dust and smother,
Screaming of horses, men in agony.
April–full many of thy sons, O Mother,
Never again those dewy dawns shall see.
April in England–God, keep England free!
poem by Norah M. Holland
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April Tunes
(To the tune of: April Showers)
Though April showers may come your way,
I will not plagiarize any more today.
So if you're looking for familiar,
Just open your mouth and say,
I will not steal from others, till May!
(To the tune: 3 Blind Mice)
April is nice. April is nice.
I had to say it twice. I had to say it twice.
If you sing along please please do it right.
Don't sing out of tune any day or night.
If you do I will punch out your light.
April is nice. Now I've said it thrice.
(To The Tune: Twinkle Twinkle Little Star)
Tinkle Tinkle Simpson's Bart,
Please lift the seat wherever you are.
If you use a urinal this April dude,
Please stand closer than six foot two.
Tinkle Tinkle Simpson's Bart.
You must sit down if you let a fart.
(To The Tune: Row Row Row Your Boat)
Blow blow blow your nose,
April allergies can be mean.
You better pay attention if
The mucus is red or green.
poem by Robert Edgar Burns
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April Rain
The April rain, the April rain,
Comes slanting down in fitful showers,
Then from the furrow shoots the grain,
And banks are fledged with nestling flowers;
And in grey shaw and woodland bowers
The cuckoo through the April rain
Calls once again.
The April sun, the April sun,
Glints through the rain in fitful splendour,
And in grey shaw and woodland dun
The little leaves spring forth and tender
Their infant hands, yet weak and slender,
For warmth towards the April sun,
One after one.
And between shower and shine hath birth
The rainbow's evanescent glory;
Heaven's light that breaks on mists of earth!
Frail symbol of our human story,
It flowers through showers where, looming hoary,
The rain-clouds flash with April mirth,
Like Life on earth.
poem by Mathilde Blind
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Tears for April
Tears for April
A child full of hope
Made some bad choices
All leading to dope
She got hooked on drugs
In the Downtown Eastside
Fighting a battle
Living the lie
Drugs took her down
A Skid Road of pain
Ran hard from her life
With nothing to gain
A needle is filled
The crack pipe’s aglow
Lift her to Heaven,
Her son sobs below
Tears for April
She’s Destiny’s waif
She can’t find her home
She’s now somewhere safe
Refrain:
Tears for this girl
She lost her way in this world
Tears for this girl
Tears for April
(In memory of April Reoch for the documentary 'Tears for April',2007/07/02)
poem by Alan Strand
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Beautiful, Oh Beautiful
Beautiful, oh beautiful-
In all the mountain passes
The plenteous dowers of April showers,
Which every spring amasses,
To bring about thro' summer drought
The blossoming of the grasses.
Beautiful, oh beautiful-
The April of the ages,
Which sweetly brought its showers of thought
To poets and to sages,
Now stored away our thirst to stay
In ever-dewy pages.
poem by Digby Mackworth Dolben
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April
April is eternal spring.
She sows the mirth for everything.
Her smiling sun and soothing showers
Create May’s ebullient flowers.
April assuages winter’s noose,
As snow and cold call annual truce.
Warmth and laughter then fill the air,
Replacing a somber season’s stare.
The year without April’s place,
Indeed would be a sterile space.
So thank you April for being here.
Your presence assures a happy year.
poem by Gregory Huyette
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A banter in my backyard
I spoke to the butterfly telling her
I saw a lizard in the middle
of April at the edge of my garden
and how it was jarred out of its
shaded lethargy by the sprinkle
issuing from my watering hose and
not the traditional mensal showers.
The butterfly flitted her wings at me
which I interpreted as meaning
don’t pull my arms, “They were
April showers weren’t they? ”
but when I looked again at the lizard
now basking on the sun-warmed rock
the butterfly was gone and I knew
what I heard was the air whispering.
poem by Alex Nodopaka (2010)
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Laughing Rose
If I were gusty April now,
How I would blow at laughing Rose;
I'd make her ribbons slip their knots,
And all her hair come loose.
If I were merry April now,
How I would pelt her cheeks with showers;
I'd make carnations, rich and warm,
Of her vermillion flowers.
Since she will laugh in April's face
No matter how he rains or blows --
Then O that I wild April were,
To play with laughing Rose.
poem by William Henry Davies
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Between the Showers
Between the showers I went my way,
The glistening street was bright with flowers;
It seemed that March had turned to May
Between the showers.
Above the shining roofs and towers
The blue broke forth athwart the grey;
Birds carolled in their leafless bowers.
Hither and tither, swift and gay,
The people chased the changeful hours;
And you, you passed and smiled that day,
Between the showers.
Young William And Young April
Young William and young April
Met in the park one day.
Young William said to April,
'Why did you come this way? '
Young April said to William,
'I thought I might see you.'
Young William, then to April,
'It's funny, what you do.'
Young April gave to William
A sweet, young childhood kiss.
Young William said to April,
'Don't bother me like this.'
Young April stood in silence,
Not knowing what to do.
Then young William turned away.
Young April, torn in two.
Young William said, 'Don't follow me.'
Away from her he fled.
April then, sat down and cried,
And wished that she was dead.
William never came again.
At least, for many years.
Fearful that young April still,
Might be there shedding tears.
William walked the park again.
It seemed just like before.
Wondering if he might see her.
Young April, there once more.
Young William never noticed.
The roses hid it well.
The place they found Young April.
The place she used to dwell.
poem by Greenwolfe 1962
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Life of a Cloud
Warming thermals whisper as they rise,
To tell us they are soon to bring to view
In cooler air aloft before your eyes:
A gentle wisp to counterpoint the blue.
Powder puffs emerge to grant her grace
That further bloom as would for stately tree, and
Yield a sight that calls for our embrace:
Another cloud anew above the lea.
Cruising forth, she yearns for ageless life.
O how her hopes will soon be dashed in vain,
For up there in the cold she courts her strife,
To fade away as drops of closing rain.
Scant and lacy speak her living span,
And fair among us could be brought to mourn,
But she was there to populate her clan:
From fallen tears, new daughters will be born.
Copyright © Mark R slaughter 2010
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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April...A Hopeless Romantic
Rain rings spreading wide
Like liquid blossoms opening
To the rise of April's tide
And if one listens closely
to her gentle wind
and harkens to her showers
One hears April stealing in
To waken
Nascent flowers
Always it begins, as just a gentle patter
A tender touch
to Mother Natures shoulder
As if to say, there's naught to matter
Winter's time is done
No more… will it grow colder
I'll slake the thirst
Of frosted earth says she
And rouse the sleeping seeds
And I'll pay no mind
To what the kind
And even grace the weeds
My dewy touch
My gentle morning mist
Will caress both fields and bowers
Imbued as such
With Springtime's kiss
And the romance of April Showers
poem by David Whalen
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Summer in Calcutta
What is this drink but
The April sun, squeezed
Like an orange in
My glass? I sip the
Fire, I drink and drink
Again, I am drunk
Yes, but on the gold
of suns, What noble
venom now flows through
my veins and fills my
mind with unhurried
laughter? My worries
doze. Wee bubblesring
my glass, like a brides
nervous smile, and meet
my lips. Dear, forgive
this moments lull in
wanting you, the blur
in memory. How
brief the term of my
devotion, how brief
your reign when i with
glass in hand, drink, drink,
and drink again this
Juice of April suns.
poem by Kamala Das
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April
April, April,
Laugh thy girlish laughter;
Then, the moment after,
Weep thy girlish tears!
April, that mine ears
Like a lover greetest,
If I tell thee, sweetest,
All my hopes and fears,
April, April,
Laugh thy golden laughter,
But, the moment after,
Weep thy golden tears!
poem by William Watson
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APRIL, April,
Laugh thy girlish laughter;
Then, the moment after,
Weep thy girlish tears!
April, that mine ears
Like a lover greetest,
If I tell thee, sweetest,
All my hopes and fears,
April, April,
Laugh thy golden laughter,
But, the moment after,
Weep thy golden tears!
poem by William Watson
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Song # 36
In the month of April
I behold the showers
That from heaven fall
So we can have the flowers.
In the April month
You know May is near,
That the birds will sing;
The sky will be so clear.
poem by Luis Estable
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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,
And every day will bring some sweet surprise,--
The swallows will come swinging through the air
When April comes!
When April comes with tender smile and tear,
Dear dandelions will gild the common ways,
And at the break of morning we will hear
The piping of the robins crystal clear--
While bobolinks will whistle through the days,
When April comes!
When April comes, the world so wise and old,
Will half forget that it is worn and grey;
Winter will seem but as a tale long told--
Its bitter winds with all its frost and cold
Will be the by-gone things of yesterday,
When April comes!
poem by Virna Sheard
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Overcome
overcome your faults
overcome your weaknesses
overcome your sadness
overcome your sorrow
overcome everything and you are my hero
poem by Brandi Reissig
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