Easter Poems

Easter poems that are original and profound. Explore a brilliant collection of easter poetry that you can’t stop reading. These poems on easter are published by poets from all over the world and are sure to keep you High On Poems!

Easter Morning Siren Song

Easter Morning Siren Song short poem

It had rained streets painted black tiny lakes of standing water dimpled by drops still falling from evergreens city air fresh as it gets sky turning a painterly shade of blue and foliage green bleeding into morning crossing the bridge

Easter Sunday

Easter Sunday short poem

On an Easter Sunday reminiscing histories. Mulling over life’s mysteries recounting old losses reckoning unknown forces. A kindred soul adding warmth and glow. Dispelling the gloom of a sense of impending doom. Once again light and cheer fill the room.

Nor’easter

Noreaster prose poem

It slips in at night. Stealthy and low at first. A few flakes pick up speed as the first low howl can be heard. Wind howls against the house, branches scratching at the window trying to get in. Heavy wet

Easter Eve

Easter Eve short poem

while dew was still shining upon flowers mother went with her knapsack of seeds to the cemetery to plant petunias and daisies father climbed to the top of the cherry tree half-sleeping a baby spring wind opened a pathway in

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I Remember When

I Remember When ode

I reminisce Easter at our home was as important as Christmas. Mom surrounded our small apartment with the song, “Here Comes Peter Cottontail” I waited on the Easter Bunny as much as I did Santa but I would wake up

The Right Season

The Right Season short poem

Jesus give me the power within? I want to be as strong as I can? Jesus I know I was put here for a reason? Tell me has it become my season? The season to stand out. The season to

The Cock Crows

The Cock Crows short poem

Inspired by your love, I would crave to find the burning bush; The rock that Moses stood on, covered by your hand. And in that silent Holy bush, I kneel and make my stand That I will love you all

People In Pews

People In Pews ballad

Church bells ring The choir sings Songs of praise Ancient of days Stained glass colors Arched cross hovers His mighty power A strong high tower Wooden pews Lilly flowers Sunshine and April showers A merciful God The children applaud Before

Poems containing references to : Easter

True Lies

True Lies short poem

I have heard of new year resolutions and have taken many, in my teens all broken at the first chance of breaking it but never thought of one on Easter day! Ok, let me take one, a very simple one

Morzine

Morzine short poem

1916. Rossetti and Taberlet. Those are the first two names we read on the memorial, The captured soldier breaking for freedom, stood silently upon the delicately quiet letters that form lost names. There for decades, in sleepy Morzine. The thick

A Wish To My Lord

A Wish To My Lord long poem

Once on Easter, I wished lord Jesus: Oh Christ, I want a beautiful land and lots of goodness with glorious sand let the sand be of any brand but there should be no discrimination in your land for several lever

Do You Ever Step Out Of Line

Do You Ever Step Out Of Line long poem

Do you ever step out of line ? Go shopping with your pyjama bottoms on and no socks and shoes if I feel so inclined Do you ever step out of line ? Go wrestle a turtle in the deep

Begin The Begun

Begin The Begun long poem

In the beginning of time We sought out a rhyme that would make things begin to shine Each of us has been given a real talent to discover We all must look within deep inside Love is a funny thing

Song

Song elegy

Led down from the tower Head high and hands bound Blindfold declined against the wall Black square pinned to his heart Eyes afire and shining proud He sang… He sang of Caruso, Townes Van Zandt Pavarotti, Bocelli, Mercury, Carreras, he

Goodnight??

Goodnight?? short poem

Does anyone else lie awake at night, Silently putting the world to rights, Wondering if they should get out of bed, Or keep on trying to sleep instead. It’s December and I seem to think it’s funny, To think about

Foaming Fury

Foaming Fury short poem

Against a backdrop of broiling grey The dancing colours flap; wave away To all who can see and for all left to be A warning about the worsening sea A relentless outburst of desperate cries Fighting the force of the

New Four Quartets (year 2015)

New Four Quartets  (year 2015) long poem

Are angelic neurons fleshing inside a trans-Inquisition tavern? Another kind of speaking, pontificating globe? Can we feel the burning and sexing of the four seasons with the four elements, recycling earth, water, air, fire, to produce the quintessence of your

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Cattle To The Slaughter

Cattle To The Slaughter short poem

Full to the burst, then some more; mass tending to infinity, space shrunk to a bore. Milked by human greed, coerced by animal need; bodies cursed, souls crushed, cattle to the daily slaughter. Past imperfect, future tense, Tomorrow = yesterday;

Gone

Gone short poem

I held on to you For immeasurable time I have kept finding you In the night sky I have kept looking out of my window Hoping against hoping That I would see you Like the old times But all I

My Heart Beats

My Heart Beats short poem

My heart beats, thirsting for your love; A sweet song of joy echoed from above To fill my soft-corner with pure delight; Listening your love verse in the night We walk together in the candlelight; Let me embrace you in

Only In My Poetry (part Iii)

Only In My Poetry (part Iii) prose poem

I wrote this poetry As I found your beauty Where words that still unsaid Feelings that still undead. I wrote this poetry Because of you And not because of fortune and fame I wrote this poetry Trying not to impress

Am I Not A Poet?

Am I Not A Poet? short poem

I wonder what’s it to be like a poet For I am called one… Is it to connect reality with Tough words that prompts reader Look up the dictionary? A one which has a rhyme scheme? A one which is

My Unchained Break Free Spirit

My Unchained Break Free Spirit ode

Released, freed weeded out off my inner confinements today.. Gone by wasted times dust pollen cleared away ! Heaviness of heart wryly sneered past feelings at bay.. My free spirit tickles senses..for now ..it is fully awake ! Mirror reflection,

How It Will End

How It Will End short poem

In the end there will be no witnesses as far as we know. But there are no guarantees. In the final entropy of the last 400 million years, the time it will take for the life of all radioactive substances

Sailboat Afloat

Sailboat Afloat short poem

sea grew wild, rain couldn’t cease rain fell drops, from tears of souls… the sailboat floats, on angry seas. wind blew hard; their distant howls like predators out, like ancient owls. Tide close in; a thunderous shout makes sun retreat,

Evolution, Tool Of The Creator.

Evolution, Tool Of The Creator. prose poem

The debate has been raging for centuries. Where do we come from? Why are we here? Where are we going? Is there a Creator? We look around and see created things, intricate, complicated, sophisticated things. Creationism, evolution which one is

Virulence

Virulence short poem

scape without a name scepter of a colossus merge in a yellow boom between hunch and a knife, to keep shut the glassy lips from red stares a secret of an anonym scripting sunset the stacked neurotransmission of millions of

The Chains That Bind

The Chains That Bind short poem

As a human race, we all wish for one simple thing: Freedom. The freedom to be, The freedom to love, The freedom to be heard. But, from this wish of freedom, we all become slaves. We are bound by the

Bailout

Bailout short poem

Moon stepped gingerly on clouds. Apples were painless. Yes, centrifugal goes the truth on a ploy, unveiling the sky. Pain of the dreaded times, was visible through the invisible. Tremors in the mountain range were palpable passing through the spine

Prophet And Loss

Prophet And Loss sonnet poems

A rich man showed up at the pearly gate; The rest for both the righteous and the weary. He thought if there was question of his fate That he’d get in by quoting market theory. “I heard the poor and

Woeful Wait

Woeful Wait short poem

Back in those old days, a wife awaits her husband on a stormy night, hoping for his safe return. .. Waiting for her love, an enigmatic sailor. In vain gowns and a luscious healthy pallor! The porch, radiant in jewels

Princess

Princess short poem

With the golden eyes of a pharaoh – Her forebears brought down lions – Under the sweltering skies of the high veldt: Lithe and supple, fleet of foot, She covers this northern turf With ceaseless leaps and bounds. Her loyalty

This Body Of Mine

This Body Of Mine short poem

This body of mine. Wretched; leaking stink from every pore, spreading decay to everything touched: metal, food, flower, paper; shedding dead skin every moment; creating odour odour odour… But in your arms transformed: into a messy tangle of limbs, hair,

Tragedy Of Trans Gender

Tragedy Of Trans Gender prose poem

Couple gets attracted to unite in Bliss Couples Union culminates in anticipation of baby Couple dreams of either a Boy or a Girl Couple celebrate with gusto if the child is either Couple will be crest fallen if the child

The Black Forest

The Black Forest long poem

Well I am no stranger to the kiss of death … the closer the sun sets I can hear you calling to me creature of the night where the winter roses grow in the cold, icy wind and falling snow…

Serial Depletion

Serial Depletion short poem

Effectively in givenness; stranger in one’s own house you search the detritus for a lost face. Stay closer to me, O walls I am catching fire. Draw the blood from my veins and taste me. The otherworldly glow of the

A Scrapbook Of Memories

A Scrapbook Of Memories short poem

A storm cracks it’s thunder at me I look out to the faded death of night I’ve made myself a scrapbook of memories First is the woman, in dim gravure She throws her clothes at strangers Her life is loneliness,

Mother And Child

Mother And Child prose poem

The deafening cry of the infant and the tiring but resounding smile of the mother herald the arrival of the little cradle to this mystical world of umpteen wonder The creaking sound of the child’s crying,suddenly and abruptly ending, with

To Her

To Her long poem

To her I loved a girl but, I guess, I was afraid to spill it out. Like a hot cake on sale She was up for grabs Physically not so stout, I bet I wasn’t her type A, little icing

River’s Bend

Rivers Bend short poem

The rising waters envelop me, Frothing and bubbling around, Rushing towards the unknown, Seeking a final resting place. I try to move against the tide, But rivulets pull me resolutely, Like a mother dragging a child, Through the heart of

An Ode To A Bond

An Ode To A Bond ode

What is it that binds, In the passing of time, By invisible chords, That time can’t wear off? As strong and deep rooted A tie that can never snap, Holds the threads, That bind us together. A bond stronger, By

Mask Unmasked

Mask Unmasked short poem

To become or not to become a renegade, or to die or not to die for a semi-god? These were some of the questions thrown at an incomplete script. What elevated you to a celebrity? Your hump or deep wrinkled