Easter Poems
#Easter
Easter poems offering a range of different perspectives on Easter, from spiritual poems about pagan rebirth or Christian resurrection, to poetry about chocolate egg consumerism. Easter poems about religion, nature and new beginnings.
oskar
Poem Published
2nd Sep 2020 7:32am
2nd Sep 2020 7:32am
togetherness
Togetherness
It was not my time to speak today
I must rest as much as possible, need a new
battery for my reserve heart and have to do
with my damaged heart.
My feet are swollen challenging to walk, but drove
my wife to the cemetery and the ashes of
my wife´s brother was placed beside his
mother´s coffin
I was driven there an uphill walk got a lift.
Nene, his name, rests beside his mother, he was
her favourite son both words together on a glass door
it was a touching moment.
Drove my wife home slept for two hours and...
It was not my time to speak today
I must rest as much as possible, need a new
battery for my reserve heart and have to do
with my damaged heart.
My feet are swollen challenging to walk, but drove
my wife to the cemetery and the ashes of
my wife´s brother was placed beside his
mother´s coffin
I was driven there an uphill walk got a lift.
Nene, his name, rests beside his mother, he was
her favourite son both words together on a glass door
it was a touching moment.
Drove my wife home slept for two hours and...
#Easter
#Christmas
#MothersDay
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glfinding
Bumped 18th Apr 2020 4:05am
13th Apr 2020 10:58pm
13th Apr 2020 10:58pm
A Day Late And A Resurrection Short
An excellent example of Easter resurrection,
We all die in apocalypse God blesses mercifully,
Eyes wide I watch a world kill its silenced suicidal self,
Risen from the grave in a cave saving our unopen hearts,
Miracle man planning on protecting the protagonist,
Switched up from the last time I was at war with raging animals,
Light a fire in my eyes looking past the highest horizon,
When I die how much forgiveness are they handing out up there,
Why would He pay for our sins knowing how all this ends,
Begin to fret at the possibility that...
We all die in apocalypse God blesses mercifully,
Eyes wide I watch a world kill its silenced suicidal self,
Risen from the grave in a cave saving our unopen hearts,
Miracle man planning on protecting the protagonist,
Switched up from the last time I was at war with raging animals,
Light a fire in my eyes looking past the highest horizon,
When I die how much forgiveness are they handing out up there,
Why would He pay for our sins knowing how all this ends,
Begin to fret at the possibility that...
#dark
#Easter
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crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
12th Apr 2020 9:22pm
12th Apr 2020 9:22pm
Easter Lily
the confetti dawn wept for happiness
the joy of the day remembered
palms pierced...open in welcome
we are invited into his love
on that day he bow his head
and heavens said it is finished
the third day he rose
they wept tears of love for the man
feet shod with the preparation of peace
loins gird with truth
the shield of faith
he is the light and the way
he that believeth on him shall not perish
but have everlasting life
I pray I will be a handmaiden in his garden
a flower of hope
today I am...
the joy of the day remembered
palms pierced...open in welcome
we are invited into his love
on that day he bow his head
and heavens said it is finished
the third day he rose
they wept tears of love for the man
feet shod with the preparation of peace
loins gird with truth
the shield of faith
he is the light and the way
he that believeth on him shall not perish
but have everlasting life
I pray I will be a handmaiden in his garden
a flower of hope
today I am...
#love
#Easter
#spiritual
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14 Comments
calamitygin
Poem Published
12th Apr 2020 7:26pm
12th Apr 2020 7:26pm
The Passion: I love to tell the story
Throughout he walked nearer to me
With the weight of my flesh
Pressing with agony
Across his willing shoulders
He carried my cross
And was hung by my transgressions
To feel the great heartache of my God
By his blood
By his piercing crown
By nails of Pontial reckoning
And by the Lance of proof
And his Holy Mother wept
Her sorrow still felt in this world
But from womb to death
And by resurrection
She suffered bravely
In the eyes of Romans filled with hate
Their malice shadowed by an angels ...
With the weight of my flesh
Pressing with agony
Across his willing shoulders
He carried my cross
And was hung by my transgressions
To feel the great heartache of my God
By his blood
By his piercing crown
By nails of Pontial reckoning
And by the Lance of proof
And his Holy Mother wept
Her sorrow still felt in this world
But from womb to death
And by resurrection
She suffered bravely
In the eyes of Romans filled with hate
Their malice shadowed by an angels ...
#Easter
#God
#NaPoWriMo2020
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Sex_on_the_Joe
Joe-D
Joe-D
Poem Published
12th Apr 2020 1:39pm
12th Apr 2020 1:39pm
A Covid-19 Easter
My house is awake
Early on this Covid-19 Easter morning
The skies are blue
The trees still bare
The wind’s still cold
The neighborhood’s quiet
Mickey Mouse Club House
Educates on my Tv for my daughter
While she prances around the house
Doing what she does best
The excitement that’s yet to come
Cannot be cut with the sharpest of knives
Joy and play will explode this house
The music of Easter will share its lungs
The candy is awaiting
The eggs are yet cooked
Her Easter basket lies alone just waiting to be open ...
Early on this Covid-19 Easter morning
The skies are blue
The trees still bare
The wind’s still cold
The neighborhood’s quiet
Mickey Mouse Club House
Educates on my Tv for my daughter
While she prances around the house
Doing what she does best
The excitement that’s yet to come
Cannot be cut with the sharpest of knives
Joy and play will explode this house
The music of Easter will share its lungs
The candy is awaiting
The eggs are yet cooked
Her Easter basket lies alone just waiting to be open ...
#Easter
#NaPoWriMo2020
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Jezkeebs
Poem Published
11th Apr 2020 7:49am
11th Apr 2020 7:49am
Glorious day
The day I died
Was a glorious day
Taunted, beaten and hung
Left to dry in the mid day sun
Decided the needle was better than the thread in this game we'd spun
My father and I
Our plans are one
Was a glorious day
Taunted, beaten and hung
Left to dry in the mid day sun
Decided the needle was better than the thread in this game we'd spun
My father and I
Our plans are one
#death
#Easter
#addiction
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joegracegrace
Joe Grace
Joe Grace
Poem Published
6th Apr 2020 9:56am
6th Apr 2020 9:56am
Its EASTER WEEK Already !!
Its Easter Week already !!
So let me deal with a Bible passage that relates to Easter.
Christ was arrested Thursday night.
He was taken to the house of the high priest (Luke 22.54).
He was put into a holding cell in the basement of that house.
It has been preserved to this day.
(The house is gone but the basement is still there.)
And because it is below the surface of the ground it qualifies as "the heart of the earth."
That is important because Christ said "the Son of Man will spend ..3 nights in the heart of the. earth" (Matthew. 12.40). ...
So let me deal with a Bible passage that relates to Easter.
Christ was arrested Thursday night.
He was taken to the house of the high priest (Luke 22.54).
He was put into a holding cell in the basement of that house.
It has been preserved to this day.
(The house is gone but the basement is still there.)
And because it is below the surface of the ground it qualifies as "the heart of the earth."
That is important because Christ said "the Son of Man will spend ..3 nights in the heart of the. earth" (Matthew. 12.40). ...
#Easter
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buddydog
Poem Published
31st Mar 2020 4:53pm
31st Mar 2020 4:53pm
The Lamb
The dogwood blooms
With strength and resilience
It’s purity is spiritual for all to behold
A twig covered in an ever-changing silk
The butterfly spreads its wings
As a resurrection to unfold
White lilies against a canvas of green
Like tears falling from a broken heart
In a garden between the olive trees
Stands a young sheep like an image of God
A sacrifice for the world, if only you believe
The lamb is a gentle as a springtime breeze
I would see the lamb from time to time
Eventually we became more than friends ...
With strength and resilience
It’s purity is spiritual for all to behold
A twig covered in an ever-changing silk
The butterfly spreads its wings
As a resurrection to unfold
White lilies against a canvas of green
Like tears falling from a broken heart
In a garden between the olive trees
Stands a young sheep like an image of God
A sacrifice for the world, if only you believe
The lamb is a gentle as a springtime breeze
I would see the lamb from time to time
Eventually we became more than friends ...
#Easter
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midevil
Poem Published
30th Mar 2020 9:16pm
30th Mar 2020 9:16pm
Hoppy Easter
While spring breezes rocked the flowers that drank in morning dew.
A frantic bunny ran about not knowing what to do.
“Oh what an awful mess!” He said loud enough to hear.
Just as a passing fairy flew by so very near.
“How may I help?” The fairy said as she stroked the rabbit’s hair.
For this was in her nature to show how much she cared.
“The bunny trail would sometimes zig then sharply turn to zag.”
“This is why so much got spilled out my bunny bag.”
“I’ve no time to collect it all, it’s much later now than late.”
“With so many children’s gifts, a...
A frantic bunny ran about not knowing what to do.
“Oh what an awful mess!” He said loud enough to hear.
Just as a passing fairy flew by so very near.
“How may I help?” The fairy said as she stroked the rabbit’s hair.
For this was in her nature to show how much she cared.
“The bunny trail would sometimes zig then sharply turn to zag.”
“This is why so much got spilled out my bunny bag.”
“I’ve no time to collect it all, it’s much later now than late.”
“With so many children’s gifts, a...
#Easter
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dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
13th Dec 2019 8:26am
13th Dec 2019 8:26am
f**k Capitalist Consumer Xmas / f**k Your Death Profits, amerika!
#Easter
#Christmas
#ValentinesDay
#MothersDay
#FathersDay
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6 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
20th Jul 2019 11:30am
20th Jul 2019 11:30am
time lasts long in Portugal
Time lasts long in Portugal
Got up early had a shower and close shave
Put a white shirt on, bank people like it when
Their clients look prosperous.
My bank is in a nearby town I followed
The coast road has fewer cars a strict speed
The limit is vigorously enforced.
The bank was closed.
A man told me banks are shut on Sundays.
Got up early had a shower and close shave
Put a white shirt on, bank people like it when
Their clients look prosperous.
My bank is in a nearby town I followed
The coast road has fewer cars a strict speed
The limit is vigorously enforced.
The bank was closed.
A man told me banks are shut on Sundays.
#Easter
#Christmas
#apocalypse
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oskar
Poem Published
5th Jul 2019 10:38am
5th Jul 2019 10:38am
Hong Kong
Hong Kong
Should you be in doubt
it is Chinese through and through
not a British colony
who reluctantly had to give it back?
They introduced democracy which as
false as the American kind,
China is not a democracy.
but they
have got rid of poverty and corruption is a hanging offence.
The students in Hong Kong have led
people astray, they need a good spanking,
dreaming of an independent nation was
criminals can hide like it should be Israel.
So, let us repeat Honk Kong is Chine.
Should you be in doubt
it is Chinese through and through
not a British colony
who reluctantly had to give it back?
They introduced democracy which as
false as the American kind,
China is not a democracy.
but they
have got rid of poverty and corruption is a hanging offence.
The students in Hong Kong have led
people astray, they need a good spanking,
dreaming of an independent nation was
criminals can hide like it should be Israel.
So, let us repeat Honk Kong is Chine.
#Easter
#Christmas
#MothersDay #apocalypse
#MothersDay #apocalypse
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