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A poem for every day in April

Updated on September 5, 2014

Can I write a poem every day of the year?

I am challenging myself to write a poem every day for a year. My daughter lensmaster meltedrachel is always making challenges for herself and her friends to keep her motivated with her art work so I am taking a leaf out of her book. I love poetry and love writing it. Sometimes it goes well and sometimes it does not. Come with me on my journey to make 365 poems by April 2011.

Soon gone

1.04.11

The daffodils are blooming

On each side of the road

As we drive into the village

To reach our abode.

They are so bright and cheering,

Their golden heads look down

And my spirits are lifted

As they brighten up the town.

Another month and they will be gone,

We'll miss the merry sight,

But our eyes will soon be gladdened

By flowers of another light.

Look ahead

April 2nd, 2011

April is a time for showers.

Leads on to the beauty of May flowers.

So in life when times are sad

The way is made,

Later to be glad.

No life is wholly black with gloom,

Sadness is only making room

For days of joy ahead.

Hold on to this thought

With joy in your heart,

The day will come ,

When we will not part.

A Useful Life

April 3rd, 2011

Daffodils stand in April

And may is on the branch.

The sun shines forth in splendour

All makes the heart dance.

Spring lifts up the spirits

Gloom is far away.

The flowers and birds gladden us,

Everything is gay.

Why can't we have this time of year

All year around?

The darkness of the winter

Is what makes this abound.

The little flowers must have their sleep

Under the cushioning earth.

Just as we must have our womb time

Before we come to birth.

And sleep is still a mystery

But we need it nontheless

If we would live a useful life

Other lives to bless.

April Fields

April 4th, 2011

Wandering lonely

Through April fields,

Buttercups and daisies

The Spring yields.

Feel the grass

On sun-kissed toes

Travel on

Free from woes.

Why will this feeling

Of bliss not stay,

When I leave

The fields of hay?

For a moment all was well,

All was bright and right.

Now I return to the doubts

Of an October night.

Destination, nearly

April 5th, 2011

My wonted destination

Is soon within my grasp.

For twelve months

I have written

Nor stopped for one gasp.

Each day a fair poem

Has sprung from my brain,

Following fast

On its fellow

In one long train.

The end is in sight

Just one more day to go.

Will I be left with purpose gone,

Will it be so?

I fancy I will write some more

In some other place.

Poems to resonate

And fill my page with grace.

Triumphant Fanfare

The end of the trail

April 6th, 2011

The fateful day arrives,

The challenge fulfilled.

For 365 days

Poems have poured from my pen.

I feel exultant

And although tomorrow may seem flat,

I have accomplished much.

How glad I am

I took this challenge in hand,

For without it

Many poems

Would never have been born,

would have remained

In my brain

In seedling form,

To be re-absorbed

Into the teeming thoughts,

Which never see the light of day.

But now there is triumph

In the ones written

And I can re-read them,

Sort the weak from the strong

And learn from the experience.

The Beginning of the Challenge

This is where I began to write my poems for each day of the year. The poems above this were written a year later to finish the task. Looking back to finishing last year I can say it was a very rewarding exercise. I have not written so much since but I have written a page on how to write poetry, to encourage others. Also I have embarked, ever so slowly on a page where I intend to write thirty sonnets. So far I have written fifteen. Having a strict structure to keep to has been more useful than I had thought. When I have completed my sonnets I intend to use other well known poetry forms. See below for links to these other poetry pages.

Spring 7.04.10

And so reluctantly winter

Gives way to Spring.

Through the dead leaves

Push up the daffodils,

Their bouncing, golden heads

Dancing in the sunlight.

In the wind, winter still

Tries to keep its hold,

But the sun grows bolder

And stays with us longer

Into the calm evenings.

The urgency of Spring

At first fills us all

With drowsiness.

We cannot cope with all

That rampant strength with which

Spring bursts through

The bonds of winter.

But oh what joy

To share with Wordsworth

The happy sight of

Breeze blown daffodils.

"Quivering and dancing in the breeze"

Waiting at the airport for a friend 8.04.10

The baggage carousel

Sits placidly empty,

Awaiting arrivals from Malaga.

Someone has kindly put a notice

"Do not sit on the baggage carousel."

Protecting it from such thoughtless use.

Only one more flight before that of my friend.

Time to reflect in this hall

Sparsely provided with seats.

Would the carousel really mind, I ponder,

If I put my moderate bum on it?

The flight from Newcastle has landed.

Next will be my friend's.

Three more minutes to go.

And still the carousel looks inviting

I sway on my slightly aching legs

And drift into a numbness of brain.

Why do we so dislike waiting

When much of life is just that?

Her plane has landed.

Now the wait.

The people from Newcastle are here,

Some kindly, light baggaged to save the carousel.

Others cluster around

Awaiting their cruel cases.

The warning light flashes

And the carousel is off on its clattery journey, around and back.

One lonely bag continues on

And the carousel stops.

It looks as if it wants to slough off the lonely bag.

An attendant rescues it - the bag, or the carousel? I wonder!

Another wait and then another weight -

The cases from Malaga.

Daffodils by the cottage

Angeline 9.04.10

Angeline is good

And Angeline is kind,

But she likes my company too much.

Sometimes it is a bind.

But Angeline is worth knowing,

She is a friend in need,

And when I've thoroughly trained her,

Oh if I can succeed,

She will be the very best of friends,

The very best indeed.

The poetry of flowers

Denial 10.04.10

Denial is so cosy.

Denial is so kind.

A tremendous comfort

When evil is besetting you.

Enjoy it while you can

Before reality

Knocks on your door,

With persistent urgency,

Opening the flood gates

To let denial

Flow away.

Try my sorrowful poems

Poetry is pondering 11.04.10

Poetry is pondering

On the quirky things of life.

Poetry is eating without a fork or knife.

Poetry is the blooming flower

That blows upon the heath.

Poetry is the meaning

You find deep underneath.

Poetry is my friend, my song.

It charms me

When the day is long.

It teaches me so many things

And always, ever sweetly sings

Blessings 12.04.10

Thank you for a lovely day,

Now its bedtime,

I come to pray.

To say my thanks

For all that's good.

For all that's grand.

Most of it

I hadn't planned.

But God is good

And gives to me

So many blessings

Rich and free.

When times get hard

I must remember

These days of plenty,

Undeserved

Provided by a loving Lord

Old man 13.04.10

Old man you are ninety-six.

You have just become

An amputee.

Where do you get

the strength to continue?

That leg has done well.

It was under threat in

Fifty-three

When you fell off

The parish hall roof.

Then it was reprieved

And it has done you proud

To last so long.

But now it's gone

And bravely you learn

To walk on a false leg.

What fortitude

Determination and persistence

You have.

You put us younger ones to shame.

What a paradox,

The young die early

Yet full of promise,

While the old

Cling tenaciously to life,

Tho' they have already

Drunk it to the dregs.

After divorce 14.04.10

How cosy my bed,

All to myself.

No-one to mind if I kick

Or snore.

Electric blanket keeping me warm,

Double duvet unshared.

This selfishness is positively delightful.

Room in disarray,

No-one to grumble.

Why ever did I pity

My unmarried sister'

Sad without a mister.

I tried two but found them wanting.

Good enough men,

But not up to my exacting standards.

Now I'm free as a bird,

A bird that twitters from a pulpit.

A walk and a whinge 15.04.10

We've been for a lovely walk

And seen the countryside,

The sun was shining brightly,

But look out,

And woe betide.

We've come back feeling grumpy,

The ride is getting bumpy.

We've had such a good time.

Why does it change?

There are ups and downs in life my dearie.

It cannot all be smooth and cheerie.

For you it might be

That you thought you might read

A sensible poem,

Oh yes, indeed.

Instead you get drivel,

Because I'm tired.

But you get a little insight

Into the way I'm wired.

Hey ho, tomorrow is another day,

"Let's hope the muse

Comes back,"you say.

Comes back to speak of higher things,

Of birds and bees

And butterfly wings.

Spring Celebrated By Vivaldi

The golden hoard 16.04.10

"Beside the lake,

Beneath the trees."

They're back again

That golden crew.

The daffodils and narcissi,

Here each to gladden the eye.

Egg yolk yellow

Standing on stems of green.

Telling us Spring is here.

Winter wind so keen

Has softened to a gentler mien.

Rooks are calling from the field,

Stealing from the farmer's yield,

Building nests high in the trees,

Where they'll feel the summer's breeze.

Down below bob golden heads,

Standing in their soft, brown beds.

But not for long,

The season passes

Golden daffs in their masses

Go to seed and thus make way

For other blooms

to flower in May.

How short a time you spend in bloom

How long you spend in gloom.

Fill your bulbs with food

Sunshine and rain

Ready for next year

To gladden our eye again

(With thanks to Wordsworth for the first two lines)

Be alive, be awake 17.04.10

I have a passion

I want to preach God's word,

But not just in the church,

Where it's always heard.

I want to take the love of Christ

To people still unknowing.

The ones in darkness walking,

Knowing not where they are going.

There are many waiting

To hear the news,

Many out of church,

who come not to the pews.

Many longing for the truth

Ready to be found.

Baffled by this life

And its mysteries profound.

We know the way in jesus found

Surely then

We should spread it all around.

Jesus the friend of sinners

Doesn't want then kept in the dark.

Take the message where you go

This christian life isn't meant to be a lark.

We are failing in our duty

If we stay just in the church.

The need is all around

We can find the harvest waiting

Without much of a search.

So call upon the Lord

To fill you with his Spirit to the brim

To set you on fire,

With holy desire,

To bring his children in.

Because I said I would 18.04.10

I have to write a poem

Because I said I would.

It may be weak and weary,

Or it may be very good.

Each day I have this problem.

What now can I say,

To brighten up the journey

Of everybody's day?

It can be very little,

Or I can write for pages.

It might be very simple,

Or hold the wisdom of the sages.

I think I've said enough now,

To keep you satisfied.

So it's goodbye until tomorrow

When I will write some more beside.

Teasing 19.04.10

What shall I say today,

What mysteries unfold?

Tell of hidden depths

Of cerebral riches before untold?

Will I let you into my secrets,

Tell you my deepest thought?

Or palm you off with nonsense

And reveal to you, just nought?

Will I tell of loves and losses

Reveal my thoughts complete?

Or pretend my way is easy,

My life controlled and neat?

Will I tell you of those

I have loved so desperately?

Or pretend all is calm in my life

That I live so sedately?

For now I will keep you guessing.

You may find that a blessing,

That I don't tell all

At the first call.

Eyjafjallajokull 20.04.10

Icelandic volcano,

Belching out ash,

When will you stop

Interrupting our mad dash?

Don't you know

We like to rush,

Hither.thither

In the crush

Of other humans

In their dither?

We need our planes

To zoom up high,

Ever reaching

For the sky.

We don't appreciate the pause,

You in your majestic movement cause.

Have you no consideration

For our consternation?

And now you settle somewhat

And so you leave our T.V. set

But look out human beings

If Hekla joins the threat.

Civilization is on the brink.

How far will we sink

Before normality returns?

I leave you there to think.

Would it really be so bad

If we kept in the bounds of our own countries dear,

Ate our own crops and produce

Bought things that were near?

What a saving in fuel

Eating our own gruel.

Each man growing crops

Not needing so many shops.

The earth would bloom

Uncumbered by pollution.

Don't you think this

Would be a grand solution?

So spout on Eyjafjallajokull

Teach us your lesson in full.

When we have settled down

May we remember the lesson of your frown.

Spring,spring 21.04.10

Spring, spring,

Birds do sing.

Evenings are lighter,

Everything is brighter.

Blue, blue sky

Way up high.

Clouds white and fluffy,

Winds light and puffy.

We go walking,

Enjoy our talking

We walk for miles and mlies.

We come back full of smiles.

Orangutan woes 22.04.10

Palm oil grows

Brings orangutan woes.

Tropical rainforest

Crashes to the ground

O what doom this sound

Sends to the orangutan

Orangutan doom

Is our doom too.

The forests clean our air.

We are in despair

Seeing all that man does

To give himself a buzz.

Money, money is all he thinks.

This kind of man stinks.

When will we get our priorities right?

When will we clear our blinkered sight?

As the Indian said,

"You can't eat money."

The cost of palm oil

Is a cost too far.

The outcome is not funny.

Fascinating sparkle 23.04.10

Poems can be

About anything

And there is a lot of that

In this world.

I could speak of coal

Or diamonds.

They tell me they are the same

In essence.

Now why do hard shiny things

Hold such fascination for mankind?

If we all decided

Not to like them

We would put a lot of fat cats

Out of a job.

But we are fascinated by their sparkle.

Those rainbow colours

Darting out from those

Small adamantine stones.

And their sisters

The rubies and sapphires.

They captivate us

And we like to perch them

On our fingers,

Or dangle them from our ears.

How crazy!

I prefer the comfort

Of a good duvet,

Soft and supple,

Caressing me in blissful warmth.

Someone else

Can have those

Hard little stones.

I only own one,

I will sell it.

Let someone else

Enjoy its hard cold comfort.

Deceptive sparkle

Doubts 24.04.10

I wonder what I have really accomplished today?

Have these mundane things I've done

Mattered in the sum of all things?

Well there has been friendship.

That counts for a lot,

Chatting with friends on the telephone

And encouraging one at first hand

To play the piano.

When feeling well all these things

Undoubtedly have a value,

But when the clouds of depression roll in

It is hard to see value

In anything we do.

All seems a meaningless succession

Of infinitely repeated nonsense, of things

Of little importance

Filling the mediocrity of our life

So hold on to the good times

When the sunshine fills your soul.

Look up and smile

And bless the day

Your depression lifted and

Away went all those feelings

Of self-hate and at last you saw

The worth within yourself.

The watcher 25.04.10

What is that little blue light

On the set box

Doing all night,

Staring into my room?

Is it looking for burglars?

Or there to see if I get up

In the night

And wander about?

A little blue eye,

Watching, watching.

Can it hear as well?

Who knows.

But if it hopes

To make me tidier,

By its continual presence

It can think again.

My room will be a riot

Of things expressing my occupations

Through the day.

Unless that is I am expecting visitors.

Then I will present myself

As a tidier soul,

Perjuring myself in the process.

Survival 26.04.10

You out there,

In the wide, wide world,

I want to tell you something.

And yet do I have the right

to tell

Anyone,

Anything?

Yes, I have lived sixty-three years.

The fact that I have survived

Gives me the right

To try to pass on

The rules of survival,

To those still struggling

In their twenties and thirties

And forties;

Struggling to make sense

Of this strange life.

I would say

Do not expect

Ease and luxury.

Do not expect fulfillment

At every turn.

There will be good days

And bad days.

And the bad may

Come in an unholy cluster,

Just as you thought

You had reached a good patch.

Fulfilment

Does not come until the end.

This life is about struggle

A struggle to understand

And make sense

Out of seeming nonsense.

It is not meant to be easy

A continual joy ride.

This is a learning ground

And sometimes it is gruelling.

March on, crawl on,

Hold on.

Arrive.

Pre-school 27.04.10

Hey diddle, diddle,

I'm playing the fiddle

To little children under five.

Will I get out alive?

Of course I will

They will keep quite still,

Unless perchance

I ask them to dance.

To dance to the music

Of bygone times

Those times when poetry

Always had rhymes.

Rhymes are something

They know no longer.

This happens as political correctness

Gets stronger.

No more Humpty Dumpty

Sitting on a wall.

You can't call an egg

Names like that,

It will not do at all.

And so our country's heritage

Is fading fast away

Ofsted rules,

Children must learn

And hardly ever play.

Their heads will soon be bursting

While their bodies run to fat.

The brain is over-exercised

What can we make of that?

Our children need some exercise

Running, skipping, play.

Dancing, jumping, laughing,

As part of every day.

Dog-sitting 28.04.10

i'm going to be

Dog-sitting in May.

The dog's a bit funny tempered,

So I've come here today

To test the water

To see what she will do.

I got in the door,

That was O.K.

She was just a bit growly

And hid away.

So I'm writing this poem

On tender hooks,

To see if she will come out

And I'll be in her good books.

It's a very nice house

But it has pipework that creaks.

When I come back

In a couple of weeks,

I will stay here all night.

That'll give the dog a fright.

I went in the kitchen to get a drink,

and she didn't growl or even blink.

Then I called her to the other room

and gave her a pat

All seems well

so that's that.

She was still a bit growly

And felt safer in her bed,

So I let her lie.

I wonder if she has been fed?

So my friends

Can go to the wedding

Knowing their dog is safe

In my tender care and keeping,

Their own little waif.

For she is a strange one

It has to be said.

She'll be safe in her basket in the kitchen

While I'm tucked up in the room overhead.

Short mat indoor bowls 29.04.10

Let's all play bowls

It will be fun.

You go first,

Let that wood run.

Now my turn,

Oh no, I hear a click,

It's hit the block.

Doesn't it make you sick.

Take it off quick.

I've been playing ten years,

You would think I could get it right.

Your turn again,

Look you've touched the jack.

I can see you're

Going to put up a good fight.

Now me again

I send it back-hand.

I've taken the jack,

Did you see me land?

We were the leads,

Our turns for this end are over.

Let's watch the seconds.

That's right off the side,

A right little rover.

The next is a good back wood,

Waiting to see,

If someone can knock the jack right back.

Who will it be?

The next wood is too heavy

And lands in the ditch.

The next hits the wood on the jack

and flicks it

Right to the one at the back

Now it's the turn of the skips

So we change ends.

These two are so clever,

They can make their woods go around bends.

But they aren't too scintillating,

Nothing changes much.

One even hit the block,

A disappointing touch.

Now that's the end finished

My side has won.

Just nine more ends

And we will have done.

It's fun to play

With luck and skill.

These two combined

For good or ill.

God's presence 30.04.10

And now I sit in the echoing silence,

At the end of another day.

I feel the presence of my God is with me,

As He has been all the way.

Our God is always with us,

But we are too hurried and loud.

We do not sense His presence with us

Till we are humble and bowed.

It is most wonderful

To sense Him near

But we are too rushed and pre-occupied

Through the day to listen and hear.

But now I am still

He is nearer than my breath.

Nearer than my pulse,

How can I fear death

When we have this chance

To feel him near,

How can we foolishly ignore it

Or give way to fear.

The Lord of the universe

Is here tonight.

Let Him take your hand

And lead you aright.

True He is fearsome,

But full of love too.

Jesus has put things right between us,

As only he could do.

Put your hand in his

And trust him now.

The Lord of all calls you,

Won't you bow?

See what comes next

Another month ends, another begins

A month of poems is enough for one lens. Look out for A poem for every day in May, which will be up and running from 1.05.10. I have thoroughly enjoyed the discipline of writing a poem every day. I find it interesting that I have resorted to rhyme much more as the days went by. I suppose a frame work is always helpful. I hope you will continue to enjoy this lens and the ones that follow. I look forward to seeing your comments in the Guestbook.

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      Rachel Field 7 years ago

      I think each month or even week you should set yourself a new poem based challenge:

      Haikus, quatrains, sonnets, villanelles etc. You could change the themes each week perhaps.

      Have you heard of reversos? That's where you read the word order backwards and they still make sense - very hard to do!

      You can google poem forms quite easily - then you could make a lens about each set of poems in that form or theme.

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      Liz Mackay 7 years ago from United Kingdom

      @Rachel Field: Good ideas but I will start slowly. If boredom sets in your ideas may well proove to be the antidote. Thank you for your loving interest dear daughter.

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      Indigo Janson 7 years ago from UK

      I think this is a really fun idea and enjoyed your poems. I'll make a point to check back here.

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      Virginia Allain 7 years ago from Central Florida

      I love challenges, but this sounds tough. Maybe if you were writing haiku. I'll tell my sister about this as she is the poetry writer in the family.

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      Amy Fricano 7 years ago from WNY

      consider yourself encouraged!

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      Laraine Sims 7 years ago from Lake Country, B.C.

      I'll be here often to egg you on. Go for it!

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      editionh 7 years ago

      Hi Liz, you are so cool...:). my favorite poem: waiting at the airport!

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      Liz Mackay 7 years ago from United Kingdom

      Thank you all for your encouragement.

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      Patricia 7 years ago

      I enjoyed this poetry! Blessing this lens!

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      Faye Rutledge 7 years ago from Concord VA

      This is a huge commitment! Best wishes to you...I'll be checking back to read more of your poems. :)

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      anonymous 6 years ago

      You have the virtue of patience. Something, in today's world is lacking. You can write a poem everyday.

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      Virginia Allain 6 years ago from Central Florida

      Good for you! Getting this many poems written.

      Thank goodness they added the pages feature so it won't get too long.

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      Evelyn Saenz 6 years ago from Royalton

      What beautiful poetry! Thank you so much for featuring my page about recess. Your poetry is truly inspiring.

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      Moe Wood 6 years ago from Eastern Ontario

      Awesome idea! I'm lensrolling to my writing lens. I've always wanted to do a challenge like this. You've inspired me. :)

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      Mary Beth Granger 6 years ago from O'Fallon, Missouri, USA

      Very cool idea! I just found this lens and really enjoy your poetry. Now I'm off to see May!

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      Lisa Marie Gabriel 6 years ago from United Kingdom

      I am going to link this to my poetry website on the Elizabeth and other friends page. :) It is a great idea!

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      dedgarlamp 6 years ago

      Hi Liz...I think it's a great idea. I'm doing it too. I started February 24, 2010. Nice to find another "Daily Poet" out there. I will follow your site with interest. In fact, I will add a link to your site from mine. My is called The Daily Poem. Best of luck to you. Keep at it. Looks like you're a Christian. I am too.

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      Patricia 6 years ago

      Wow! Alot to take on! Blessing this lens and putting it on my poetry review angel lens!

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      Mary Beth Granger 6 years ago from O'Fallon, Missouri, USA

      stopped by again to give you a blessing and a big well done for your year of poems!!

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      Elsie Hagley 5 years ago from New Zealand

      Great collection of poems. I loved them, will be back to read more of your poems. Thanks for sharing.

      Happy New Year and may your poems flow on through 2012

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      anonymous 4 years ago

      This is a restful poetry page, one that I had not read yet.

      Thank you for sharing you poems for April.

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