15+ Joyful And Heartfelt April Birthday Poems

Looking for a clever yet sentimental upcoming birthday gift for someone you love? Do they have birthdays in April? Have you ever considered giving them a poem as your birthday wish? It is guaranteed to be an unforgetable and thoughtful gift that they will adore.

A birthday is indeed a special occasion to celebrate with your beloved. Besides having a party or giving gifts like every birthday ever, how about using a poem as a happy birthday wish? These joyful and heartfelt poems for April birthdays will be the most ideal and memorable way to celebrate. Especially if you have difficulty speaking words but still want to express your sincere birthday greetings, a poem, whether funny, creative, joyful, romantic or inspiring, is a cool and unexpected way to wish “Happy Birthday” and bring joy to someone, even if it’s your parents, best friend, girlfriend, boyfriend or anyone else you care about.

As April is approaching soon, let’s prepare a unique birthday gift for them because your beloved ones deserve a special gift as wonderful as they are. Here are a few suggestions that you can check out from our list of joyful and heartfelt April birthday poems.

1, April Birthday © Ted Hughes

When your birthday brings the world under your window
And the song-thrush sings wet-throated in the dew
And aconite and primrose are unsticking the wrappers
Of the package that has come today for you

Lambs bounce out and stand astonished
Puss willow pushes among bare branches
Sooty hawthorns shiver into emerald

And a new air
Nuzzles the sugary
Buds of the chestnut. A groundswell and a stir
Billows the silvered
Violet silks
Of the south – a tenderness
Lifting through all the
Gently-breasted
Counties of England.

When the swallow snips the string that holds the world in
And the ring-dove claps and nearly loops the loop
You just can’t count everything that follows in a tumble
Like a whole circus tumbling through a hoop

Grass in a mesh of all flowers floundering
Sizzling leaves and blossoms bombing
Nestlings hissing and groggy-legged insects

And the trees
Stagger, they stronger
Brace their boles and biceps under
The load of gift. And the hills float
Light as bubble glass
On the smoke-blue evening

And rabbits are bobbing everywhere, and a thrush
Rings cooly in a far corner. A shiver of green
Strokes the darkening slope as the land
Begins her labour.

2, Breaking News © Paul Durcan

I was driving up the mountain
Through the fuchsia and the sheep –
Horned black faces –
At 11.30 a.m. in the morning
Of the last Friday in August
When, fingers slipping on the dials,
Clambering out to unbolt the six-barred gate,
I switched on the radio accidentally:
‘The death has been announced of the poet Seamus
Heaney.’
A mist loomed, cloaking each sheep, sheep by sheep,
Shrouding all of the mountain and the western sea.

Inisde the house the first chill of autumn.
I block-built a few firelighters in the grate,
Kindling, peat briquettes,
Struck a FIRESIDE safety match, white flames leaping up,
And down the chimney rustled Seamus’s antiphonal
Derry brogue (undiluted by Harvard, Berkeley, Oxford,
the BBC, Carysfort, RTE, Queen’s)
‘Are you alright down there, Poet Durcan?’
(That’s how he alwas addressed me down thirty-seven
years –
‘Poet Durcan’)
‘Calm down, I’m only dead, I’m only beginning
The new life, only hours and minutes into it;

I miss my wife, my children, my grandchildren, my
brothers,
Most of all my mighty spouse – otherwise
I’ve become the spaceman I’ve always longed to be –
In flight – breaking the sound barrier out in the
cosmos –
Which, since boyhood – the American Air Force in our
fields –
The aerodomes between our hedgerows –
Has always been my dream, my home, my Elysium –
After a lifetime of being neither here nor there –
Of being Kidnapped by Time –
I am out in the cosmos –
Tramping the Milky Way with my father and mother –
Our neighbour Rosie Keenan singing shut-eyed at the
well –
Tiepolo skies, salmon-pink, white, gold beneath our
feet –
Never getting above ourselves, what it’s all about –
Damascus, Athens, Jerusalem, children –
Don there below us, north-west Europe –
Anahorish, Mossbawn, Bellaghy –
Swarms of midges in veiled autumn evening light –
Anna Rose, Aibhín, Síofra – the other world –
And now I put the key for the first time
Into the door of my father’s house.’

3, An April Birthday–At Sea © James Russell Lowell

On this wild waste, where never blossom came,
Save the white wind-flower to the billow’s cap,
Or those pale disks of momentary flame,
Loose petals dropped from Dian’s careless lap,
What far fetched influence all my fancy fills,
With singing birds and dancing daffodils?

Why, ’tis her day whom jocund April brought,
And who brings April with her in her eyes;
It is her vision lights my lonely thought,
Even as a rose that opes its hushed surprise
In sick men’s chambers, with its glowing breath
Plants Summer at the glacier edge of Death.

Gray sky, sea gray as mossy stones on graves;–
Anon comes April in her jollity;
And dancing down the bleak vales ‘tween the waves,
Makes them green glades for all her flowers and me.
The gulls turn thrushes, charmed are sea and sky
By magic of my thought, and know not why.

Ah, but I know, for never April’s shine,
Nor passion gust of rain, nor all her flowers
Scattered in haste, were seen so sudden fine
As she in various mood, on whom the powers
Of happiest stars in fair conjunction smiled
To bless the birth, of April’s darling child.

4, Happy Birthday April Babies © Fifth Dove

A shower or two can’t ruin this day
for the sun is shinning through your eyes
A lopsided cake can’t make you frown
cause it was such a pleasant surprise

Although the candles were a bit used
and the napkins said “it’s a boy”
I know you will be truly happy
for second-hand gifts, fill you with joy

I hope you like what I’ve sent you
it’s filled with my humble regard
Another friend’s birthday was just last week
that’s why you get, this old
Halloween card

5, Poem – April 7 – Today Was Just An Ordinary Day © Just A Dutchie

Today was just an ordinary day,
nothing much happened as I recall,
I opened my eyes, got out of bed,
stepped on the cat (she is so small).

Lucky for her my shoes were not on,
she screamed and scratched my toe.
‘Hé, look out where you put your feet,
I wanna live a bit longer you know”.

“I’m sorry”, I said and took a shower,
came out refreshed and all awake,
put her up, high on my shoulder,
went down and gave her some cake.

Inspected my new born triplets after,
Mom sheep was standing there real proud,
I gave her some hay and cuddled the lambs,
“You’ve done a great job”, I praised her loud.

Looked outside and it was raining,
lit the wood stove to burn out the chill.
The daffodils were blooming yellow,
I knew Spring had a promise to fulfill.

I passed some hours on my computer,
filling my webstore with all my designs.
Fun to do, but I hate those descriptions,
All the time thinking up different lines.

Then it was time to feed all the sheep,
their offspring and nine of the adult males.
The ladies bleated, deafening my ears,
Darn they’re just like women at sales.

So that’s about it for today I’d say,
nothing happened as I mentioned before,
watched the babies hopping around,
each year a scene which I really adore.

6, April © Anonymous

On your birthday, special one.
I wish that all your dreams come true.
May your day be filled with joy.
Wonderful gifts and goodies, too.

On your day I wish for you
Favorite people to embrace,
Loving smiles and caring looks
That earthly gifts cannot replace.

I wish you fine and simple pleasures.
I wish you many years of laughter.
I wish you all of life’s best treasures.
I wish you happily ever after!

7, Happy Birthday © Anonymous

A cheery “hello” on your birthday,
And wishes for everything bright,
May you know only joy and wonder,
Morning, noon and night.

8, Your Birthday Is Here © Kevin Nishmas

Another year has passed,
Your birthday is here,
May this year bring joy,
Twelve months you hold dear.

Follow your true bliss,
Achieve all you can,
Dream the good dream,
Create a new plan.

This year will be great,
This I wish for you,
You deserve all you want,
May your dreams come true.

9, Early Morning, My Birthday © Mary Oliver

The snails on the pink sleds of their bodies are moving
among the morning glories.
The spider is asleep among the red thumbs
of the raspberries.
What shall I do, what shall I do?

The rain is slow
The little birds are alive in it.
Even the beetles.
The green leaves lap it up.
What shall I do, what shall I do?

The wasp sits on the porch in her paper castle.
The blue heron floats out of the clouds.
The fish leaps, all rainbow and mouth, from the dark water.

This morning the water lilies are no less lovely, I think,
than the lilies of Monet.
And I do not want anymore to be useful, to be docile, to lead
children out of the fields into the text
of civility, to teach them that they are (they are not) better
than the grass.

10, It May Be Late, But It’s Not Too Late © Tom Mulhern

It’s your birthday, woop-de-doo
Another year you’ve made it through

Some parts were high and some were low
But where exactly did the rest of it go?
And what is it that you have to show?

A few gray hairs, a pound or two
But about those dreams of things you’ll do . . .
Like learn to play tuba, or visit Katmandu
Or read “War and Peace” all the way through?

Whatever secret wish you may hold
Sensibly cautious, or outrageously bold
My wish for you, no matter how old
Is to act out some stories as yet untold

11, Happy Birthday To You © Joanna Fuchs

On your birthday,
I pray that you will always
have laughter in your life.
I pray that I will often
have the privilege and joy
of seeing you smile.
I pray that you
will be easily amused
and find life funny
instead of crazy.
I pray that this birthday
finds you peaceful and happy.

12, Appy Birthday © Halprin Wayland

Here’s a cake for you with candles
you can even blow them out!
There’s no sticky frosting mess here,
there’s no fancy birthday wrap.
It’s a cake I made for you, dear,
with the Birthday Cake Bake app.