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Nature Easter Poems | Nature Poems About Easter

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Namagyan Beach

A beach captivating deprived eyes, Fascination, grandiose haven in July, Keeping lovely mountains nearby, Of Pacific, quixotic, refulgent sunset/sunrise. Tarry! Unwind! Vast waves eXtrudes Yuletide-like Zephyr.
Written: Aug. 16, 2012 This is a beautiful beach in Tamurong, Candon, I.S. It is located near my place or compound just a walking distance from my house. Its name was officially given by the people living in that area who are mostly relatives. The word "namagyan" means "relatives." Many visitors are going to this place and enjoy the nature, their moments and most especially the whole day of Sabado De Gloria (Black Saturday) and ecumenical services are held on this beautiful beach on the dawn/sunrise of Easter Sunday! It's a very fantastic place to visit! Come and see!

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A Certain Sunday Morn

How the morn wakens with life,

   to tether a sleepy soul

   with simple delights;

The manna lights upon the land,

   the swell of the sun ballooning 

   like some prim-adonna,

A starling to lead teasing to treetops 

   (a little black speck)

   swaying in soft wind....

Tickling the trees with its breeze

   and tender tune;

   so soon hushed,

   the houses blush below ----

   to parks the children go,

   cyclists for cars....

The far traffic din slim with Sunday;

   this Easter with the peace of Christ,

   his everlasting smile, 

   so lovely upon the land 

(A certain Sunday morn)

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A Changing Heart

Longing for heart-quiet
in the inevitable fall
into Winter’s short days of sun
forwarding to Spring’s
longer days — a circling back
in the sameness of time.

Heart-and-mind-numbing time
with no respite. A longing to quiet   
those thoughts playing back
battle after battle. The awful
repetition. Mind and life wasting.
And, in the darkest season,

the conviction that the sun 
will only half-rise in this lifetime
of mine. Feeling that sting 
as from a bee’s disquiet
of green slumber. Swelling to a fault,
every damned day. Slamming me back,

season upon season. Holding me back.
Chilling me with doubt that sun-
shine can overcome rainfall
and that, invariably, given time, 
better times will come and quietly 
advance into Spring. Fast forward, past Spring 

to Summer, and onto Fall springing
back to Winter, and round again. Flashbacks
ever more glaring under the sun, then, quite
out of the blue — a glance, a nod. Overrun 
with fluttering, my heart paces in time
with fledging love’s free-fall.

And, with the passing of another Fall,
Winter heralds in the sweetest of Springs:
daffodils and Easter bonnets — a lifetime
of celebration ahead, no looking back.
Past risk and reason, I bask in the sun
that is love’s shine. Rain or shine, quiet

in the peace of it all, Fall after Fall, back
to Winter, Spring, Summer. Quiet as a Spring sun 
bursting through clouds. Love, for all time, requited.

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The path of Spring

The path of Spring

I have desired to tour the path of Spring,
  Not for any love aside love of my broods.
 Call me selfish, so long it’s not my clan‘s string.

I’ll be accommodating to each guest’s ring,
  Let their guitar,... their drumbeat but to my herds.
 I have desired to tour the path of Spring.
I ‘ll be responsive to all willing to sing,
  If they’ll be ready to implant holy moods.
 Call me selfish, so long it’s not my clan’s string.

Let’s assume Easter-time is a bird with wing,
  I’ll allow it in, to sip, for my abounds.
 I have desired to tour the path of Spring.

Leave me when it’s even’ of Spring-tide to swing--
  Will enjoy this moment with bests of my dudes.
 Call me selfish, so long it’s not my clan’s string.

Not easily forget will the Seed-time ding,
  If truly I will stick to these charts in roads.
 I have desired to tour the path of Spring,
Call me selfish, so long it’s not my clan’s string.

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Come Spring

Pods appear upon the sprigs of green reaching skyward 
covered in early morning dew.
Soft yellow petals open and fold down forming a blanket 
upon which the trumpet center will rest.
The sun shining down on the daffodils give a feeling of 
daintiness to the flowers.
One of the most beautiful flowers seen swaying in the 
spring breeze.

A sign that spring is indeed bursting at the seams to be 
born again.
As the spring season arrives and Easter approaches the 
daffodils will be in full bloom.
The trumpets reaching to the sky in a wonderful display 
of beautiful colors.
Again year after year these precious flowers return to us
once more to admire.

Entry for "Ten Minutes Tops" contest of P.D.
Written by Carol Brown
10th Place Winner

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The Easter Lily

a bold message
from the Easter lily
blooms fade quickly
hope of resurrection 
lies underground in the bulb

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Sunrise Sonnet

I stand upon our Makakilo hill
And gaze toward the valley calm and still.
The brilliant sun will soon be rising high
Morphing rays of gold in the twilight sky.

The clouds are rimmed in light as Sol ascends.
Another day in paradise begins—
As birds begin their chorus in the trees
Our flag waves softly in Hawaiian breeze.

A floral scent embraces humid air
Of heaven's divine fragrance sweet and fair.
I love to rise before the dawn each day
Enriched by nature's wonders as I pray.

I see the good in all mankind and know
That peace will come to nations as we grow.

(non-traditional Sonnet)

Happy Easter to Everyone!

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Fall's Begining

Fall's Beginning
Written by:
Sara Kendrick

The Easter dresses strown across morn's sky
Crinolines on horizon with gown
Early zephry cool and air wrung dry
The Easter dresses strown across morn's sky
A start to a wonderful day birds cry
Leaves in places now caramel brown
The Easter dresses strown across morn's sky
Crinolines on horizon with gown

by~Poet Destroyer

We walk the green fern garden range!
We sit and stare and tease our eyes!
Emotions flow with my Easter dress so strange;
Easter morn vocals came within range!
We're dancing, like leaves that rearrange!
I twirl my gown to fly with the skies.
Angel dust travels swiftly in the open range.
Clouds fall so vividly on my gown like crinolines disguise!

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I started hooping like a bunny,
Carrying my big chocolate egg,
But thought it could be funny
To hop while using just one leg,
I saw thru the window’s frame
A cuckoo bird on the ground.
She and I were doing the same,
So I imitated the cuckoo’s sound.
She was curious and I was too:
Did the bird understand my coo?
Or she only wanted to protest:
“Put back this egg on the nest!”
So I undid the egg’s blue lace:
“Would you do too in my place?”
Cuckoo, cuckoo, cuckoo 

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in the early rain                                                                                                    bowing and kissing the ground                                                                                     sun lifted spirit

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Good Morning Surprise

I step into the frigid air
To gather up the morning news
A long eared rabbit startles me
A maverick rascal breaking fast
One last dash upon the lawn
In his mouth a garden bloom
Through the fence, and down the road
Making haste, without excuse

To fields of barley, and fields of loam
Thunder-blue are lupines bold
Standing oak trees, proud and tense
Dressed for parades of scrambling feet
On Easter morning's golden dawn

He scurries home by sheer routine
In bunny slippers, softly made
I shuffle back into my den
I smile and watch the rascal go
He had his fun, and I have too

The window frames the early sun
Morning coffee perks again
Let the cat out, read the news
Discard the worry, eat the food
I had a laugh, as well I should
Drink the day, and digest the good

For Carol Brown's Contest: Bunny Rabbits

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Springtime with Edouard Manet

Easter is a time where we construe
The beauty of renewal blooming through
Little birds that chirp above the vales
While sweeter ladies peep at passing males

Charming is the humour passing round
Faint scent of Tulips, Daffodils abound
Strolling couples giggle by a stream
Planning the delights they like to dream

Gazebos filled with bands that blow their brass
Shiny belts and buckles, best in class
‘Le déjeuner sur l'herbe’ a luncheons treat
A very Manet way in which to meet

Ah Easter is a time for daring stuff
Two clothed men that dine with naked fluff
At last the joys of springtime are revealed
Milk white flesh and precious else concealed

©david byrne Easter 2012 

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The Easter Bunny

The easter bunny, 
So fluffy and funny.

Bunny's tall ears, 
They don't reveal the years.

Cotton tail, 
Hopping to and fro along the trail.

Nose what a wiggle, 
Makes parents and children giggle.

Gentle and kind,
To each and every mind,

Nature's beauty defined,
So demure and refined.

A vision of chocolate brown,
Hopping up and down.

A distance from the lettuce patch,
Looking for the bunny match.

God's creature great and small,
Simply loved by all.

Author: Gwen Meyer-Erlach Schutz

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It is time Too long in bed I stretch Cast off the bonds of Hypnos Cold white sheets retreat I am free My head lifts Sun caresses my face I rise, standing tall Naked for all to see Beauty reborn It is spring

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Thanksgiving at Easter time,
Walking days in sunny climbs,
Slowly shift the winds
Yet breezes music finds my face.

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A Great Morn's Show

As morn's sun cracks the horizon
Casting pink Easter dress
Redbud stands with newly acquired
Full green hair, I am blessed

The fireball sun floats on pink clouds
Like China doll surrounded
By full dress and stiff crinoline
God's beauty compounded

As the roosters steadily crow
Song birds sing very close
A new song I have just heard
Turkeys' gooble like ghost

The sun has changed from red to orange
Now it has become gold
God has choregraphed
For all a great morn's show

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Easter Lily

Easter lilies bloomed where His sweat fell to the ground hope of Christ's return a garden pure white life everlasting By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders *The Easter lily symbolizes purity, hope and life. Tradition has it that lilies were growing in the Garden of Gethsemane after Christ's crucifixion, and lilies bloomed where his sweat fell, the hope of everlasting life.

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Earth Day's Easter Dawn

The one who spots the line
before spotting the bait
is the ultimate winner in life.
Rumi (Maryam Mafi translation)
The ones who spot Earth Day's decomposing line
before spotting Easter morning's ReGenesis bait
are our mutual messiahs in full living.
Each dawn reincarnates Earth Day
as Easter morning's karmic revolution.

Eastern minds dream of humane fleeing flying,
too often frying, frogs
while Western brains cooperatively
swim through red sky warnings
regenerating Western red horizons
fading full-moon Yin
to more simply rest in NOW
and dream of mutually mentoring messiahs'
Eastern dawn
of Polycultured Tao,
fractured Frog Princes croaking songs
for long-strung graceful Princess ovations
recreating East-West harmonies
for NorthWinter through SouthSummer
weathering Earth Day Opera.

Red sky Earth Days
green horizon Easter Genesis.

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A is for apple her favourite food.
N is for nelly fortado her favourite singer.
G is for green her favourite colour.
E is for easter her favourite holiday.
L is for lilly her  favourite flower.

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Mallards Fly No More

Early morning
  winter breeze
finds me
  wading waist deep
in murky water
in the darkness
  enticers precisely
placed wait
to execute their master's
  will knowing
from the easter heavens
  they will come
in free flight
a characteristic note
for mates 
  while sun's rays rain
among trees
hunter-green heads
  poised bodies
  a slight movement
barrel raised
  twitched finger weighing
heavily on
 aimed weapon
relaxes and pulls
deafening thunder
utter silence
  scattered feathers,
Mallards fly no more.

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Winter, Spring,
Summer, Fall
Which one of these seasons
say it all?

It's all about the birds
It's all about the bees
It's all about the flowers
and all about the trees.

God made Spring
for many reasons.
Because of Spring
this is the season.....

We wake up to cool weather
on a beautiful Spring morning.
All of a sudden there's rain
it seems without any warning.

The flowers are beautiful
as they began to bloom.
The pollen fills the air
sometimes a little bit too soon.

The grass begins to grow
as Easter time draws near.
Look at all the clovers,
again only this time of year.

Many plant their gardens
for the freshest food to eat.
The garden tends to grow good food
whil the rain, soil and sun compete.

So see, things work hand in hand
and happen for a reason.
That's why Spring
ends up being a beautiful season !

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Spring holiday fever

Daffodils bunch, spring has sprung,
Sun raises higher to waken sleepy heads;
No time for hibernation now as spring fever hits, - 
create time to get together; go fly a kite, 
or sit and chill, make daisy chains.

Let the sunshine bring warm sunny days.
In meadows baby lambs take their first steps;
whilst mad March hare hops and plays
with baby bunnies dotting the green fields 
of the countryside.

A season where everything wants to bloom,
time to trim those lawns and weed again;
and all just in time before spring rains
will once more aid those thirsty 
flowers and bulbs as they grow.

For it is now that gorgeous butterflies 
flutter gracefully by giving nature a helping hand;
pollinating the kingdom while watching little chicks -
crack open their Easter eggs, just in time
to join in the madness of this happy holiday season.

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Awakening Spring

Spring winds dance amid trees,
breeze trips o'er green lawns.
Flora rainbows bloom in weeds,
sunshine follows the dawn.

Winter bids a last lament,
one last frosty display.
Pink cherry blossoms comment,
scented aromas from bud sprays.

Robins with their heads bent,
seeking earth worms this day.
Birds whistle the new advent,
contributing to springs display.

Sun wears her Golden bonnet,
dressed in her Easter array.
Poets rehearsing their sonnets,
voicing springs pleasant stay.

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Rose's Resonant Tree

I heard from our Tree today.
He and She were both
barely speaking to me
forgetting Her root system
all tangled up with Historied trunk of convexly hierarchical
branches of photosynthetic production,
rather than sharing Her permaculturing compost
more naturally and economically balanced.

I watched our Tree today
while fading memories of shared Him-Her nutrients,
breathing together,
following our full color spectrum
from light through double-bound dark
absence of presence
springing up summer
and falling down winter,
shared days and seasons and informating species,
riding times' energetic gravitating wu wei surf edge,
tipping point between past practice of warm v. cold memories
and future's predicted GoldenLocks intent,
"just right" Earth Day
growing lovely forest dreams
of mutual forbearance and organic porridge sustenance,
and synergetic gratitude,
not so much growling at one another
barking out Golden Rules' bicamerolling spiral head,
core ring of TaoNowLogistics.

Tree therapy for weak-rooted imbalanced ecopathology,
breathing in Him
then breathing out Her EcoLogos wisdom
unweaving binomially out again
embracing His Easter recreation.

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Why love spring?

Perhaps it’s the position of the sun
Its direction now slightly changed
Offering a new perspective of fun 
And it’s the recede of winter snow from the earth
The relief of endless shoveling and wearing of boots 
And stirring of rebirth
And the tracking of soil with muck under heel
It’s the hope of blossoms making an appearance on the trees 
The vision of endless flowers blooming with appeal 
The ever-tenuous advance of the tulips tips in the March breeze 
The promise of warmer weather 
Emerald pastures emerging where there was brownness
Baby birds snuggled in their feathered retreat
It’s the Easter holiday and new apparel with shinny shoes
It’s the arrival of animals that once lay fast asleep 
It’s the vision of hope and change to bring us cheer
And the laughter while digging in your basket for those yellow peeps 
Why love spring?
It’s in the air 


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white flakes falling from the sky
it is easter and i not sure why
if snow is falling in the spring
i wonder what summer will bring

it lays thin across the ground
so light and soft it makes no sound
it is easter and spring is supposed to be in flow
but not possible if theres snow

white is covering every branch and tree
as far as the eye can see
it tumbles down and down
turning into smiles instead of frowns

children throwing snow balls
to each one and all
footprint left behind
with forgotten memory left to find

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in the desert
regenerate the fern-
Rose of Jericho awakens

Note:The "Rose of Jericho" originates from the deserts of Israel, between Jerusalem and the 
Dead Sea, The lowest point on Earth. It was during the middle-ages, that Crusaders first 
found this plant. They noted its remarkable ability to be "brought back to life" after giving 
every appearance of being dead and dried. The knights returned with it to Europe, and 
sanctified the plant, naming it the "Resurrection Plant". 

 It is an ancient custom, to let the Rose-of-Jericho open up for Christmas and Easter and 
surprise little children with this miracle.

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The Party

Here's a story about a convention
That only happens once a year
Then everyone who attended
Will just suddenly disappear

I'm talking about the mythical creatures
I'm sure you know their names
Some came bearing presents
While others just wanna play games

The first one there was Santa Claus
Bearing gifts and dressed in red
Then I saw the Tooth Fairy
She didn't have a tooth in her head

Then Mother Nature finally rolled in
Of course, she was riding on a cloud
After her, came The Sandman
And he was snoring, really loud

The Easter Bunny brought his whole family
All six hundred and seventy-nine kids
And cupid was trying to make some money
Selling arrows to the highest bids

Jack Frost, said he wasn't coming
Him and Mother Nature had a fight
Jack was mad, cause she made him go to bed
When he wanted to stay up all night

Last but not least, was Father Time
And he made everybody wait
Don't you think that's kinda ironic?
Father Time was the only one late

Anyway, they had a great time, like every year
And one, even spent a night in jail
Now, I'm not saying who it was
But if you don't get any presents, oh well

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For the love of Spring

Flowers blossoming in the air 
scent of freshness everywhere 
Tiger lillies flowing in the breeze 
even though they make me sneeze 
Cool, Crisp water flowing freely 
Mountain breezes blowing extremely 
through the valley of Easter to come 
Love flows freely in the wind 
the power of romance will unbend 
Angels singing in the sky 
Horses neighing in the nigh 
The Easter Bunny is on the run