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Sad Easter Poems | Sad Poems About Easter

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Details | Free verse |

Conspiracy: Who Killed The Easter Bunny

A crowded table, all suspended in shock 
The sound of the shot dimming to a ‘knock’
Only silence, except for the marching clock
The weapon still smoking; an anonymous glock

Loud cries arise from the elongated table,
Jack Frost is shocked, the Tooth Fairy unable
To speak whilst Santa is checking the stable
For clues on the erstwhile maidservant Mable

They searched for hours, called in C.S.I,
Panic set in, would the children all cry?
Sandman confirmed the bunny had died
Batman suspected somebody had lied

Guests were quizzed, interrogations began
The mystery unfolded when Santa Claus ran,
Grabbing the pies, he tried escaping in a van
But was stopped in his tracks by superman

Copyright © Dan Keir | Year Posted 2013

Details | Couplet |

Sad flower

Sad flower in crypt
with no idea of Easter

It wilted on Friday afternoon
at three o'clock

By Sunday, so sad
oh, so sad

No one thought to tell it 
Christ is risen

Copyright © Julia Ward | Year Posted 2015

Details | Cowboy |

Boot Hill Easter

The day did not mean much to him,
That’s why he did not know—
Just how he came there Easter morn
With Tombstone down below.

There’s a tumbleweed a blowin’,
Pushed by the breath of God—
That moves across the distant range
And marks where He has trod.

The golden sun rises again
And bathes each tattered cross—
And like that day so long ago,
There is a sense of loss.

So for a time that ol’ graveyard
Has been again reborn—
As sins and sinners do repent
And they outgrow the thorn.

There’s a tumbleweed a blowin’,
Pushed by the breath of God—
That moves across the distant range
And marks where He has trod.

And so a man walks down Boot Hill,
Touched by the robe He wore—
With Easter and the truth in him—
A doubter now no more.

Copyright © Glen Enloe | Year Posted 2006

Details | Rhyme |

What Easter Means To Me: The Legionnaire's Account

All dressed in purple like a king,
The man was spat at, flogged and mocked,
And forced to carry his own cross,
As witnessed by the crowds that flocked.

I listened to their hateful words,
And wondered what his crime had been,
I felt compassion for the man:
The stoutest victim I had seen.

I offered wine, which he refused -
But gratitude was on his face -
I muttered, ‘Sorry I’ll be quick,’
And sadly nailed him into place.

His cross was raised at nine o’clock.
He suffered much; his mother cried.
I prayed to my gods for the end.
At three o’clock the brave man died.

Copyright © jack horne | Year Posted 2011

Details | Lyric |

It's Easter

Woke up this morning, in my home all alone
Set up your picture, in the hall by the phone
I glanced at the kids faces, hanging there on the wall
Dropped to my knees and prayed, there in the hall

I looked out in the yard, through the kitchen window
Saw white and yellow tulips, blooming beside our broken home
And there on the table, set the empty Easter baskets
Oh! Now my heart is filled, with all of my regrets

Today the sun is shining down, on the yard so bright 
The grass is all new, looking so fresh and green
Oh! darling It's Easter, It's Easter
Last night you packed and left, after our terrible fight
Oh! but darling, you have to know 
That those words, I didn't mean
Darling It's Easter, It's Easter

Now I'm standing here knee deep, in this bed of  flowers
As my eyes start to drop tears, down like April showers
Oh! darling I can't bare, being alone on this Easter day
My God  please open your eyes, and turn around today

I know now, that I've been taking you for granted
But if you come back, I promise I'll be the man you wanted 
For this is to be, one of the happiest days of the year
But darling you left because of me, and now I shed these tears

Today the sun is shinig down, on the yard so bright 
The grass is all new, looking so fresh and green
Oh! darling It's Easter, It's Easter
Last night you packed and left, after our terrible fight
Oh! But darling, you have to know 
That those words, I didn't mean
Darling It's Easter, It's Easter

Copyright © George Martin | Year Posted 2007

Details | Free verse |


one person understood me.
one person stopped the war in me.
to wipe away my tears in the night,
calling me sunshine, calling me blondie.
one person went so far away,
one person won't return.
another voice i cant ever hear,
another loss i couldnt afford.
because illness fought a better fight,
because of old age,
because of death.
thats why i cry tonight.
battered photographs,
stories my father told me,
they could never do you justice.
because i couldnt cry when i saw you for the last time,
thats why the tears fall harder now.
because im reminded of you when i think of things,
like blueberry pancakes and peppermints,
of easter egg hunts, and the best birthday cards.
i hate to think of when you last saw me,
when i was tainted, alienated.
and i wish that you could see me now,
how far i've come,
and help me go further.
because no ones on my team anymore.
because i dont think they understood you.
because they played the wrong song,
because they think that you still linger in this life.
i want go back.
i want to cry.

Copyright © Lisa Barton | Year Posted 2006

Details | Free verse |

New fear.

           It used to be as we approached a bridge,
          people would wave, from young to old.
          the car drivers would sound their horn.
          it could happen any time in the morn.
           Now  the times have changed,
           throwing objects ,is a sick game.
           This Easter a woman was killed,
            thanks to these mindless thrills.
            Every motorist, looks with caution,
            gripping the wheel,
            pulse racing,
            feeling the dread,
           wondering if they are next.
          I too look twice,
           at the person up above,
          though if some thing is thrown,
         no time is enough.
           It is some thing I must do,
          I advise you do it to.
         I want to get home safe and sound,
        not with blue lights flashing all around.

Copyright © carl dunford | Year Posted 2008

Details | Free verse |

A Little Girl I Did Not Know, For Whom I Mourned

Seven years old-
I learned about her Easter Sunday Night-
on the Channel 9 news.
It was to have been a very special Easter-
not that all Easters aren’t special-
to most children.
But this one was different-
not in the normal childhood Easter things-
like anticipation-
dying eggs on Saturday-
the next day’s hunt-
arising extra early to the new Easter dress-
with white patent leather shoes that buckle-
that inevitable struggle with hair-
and to an Easter basked filled with fake grass 
and foil-wrapped candies-
all done up in green ribbons and yellow cellophane-
cellophane that almost- but not quite
hides what’s inside- 
and chocolate bunnies.
No, this Easter was very special for another reason-
it was also her Baptismal Sunday.
After the service, presentation of a 
Baptismal Bible and certificate-
an Easter brunch to follow-
then it would be home to open the Easter basket,
family pictures and the Easter egg hunt.
A frontal collision it was reported-
she was ejected through the rear window-
how is that possible?
The dyed eggs remain unhidden-
the Easter basket unopened-
the chocolate bunnies still in their cartons.
They replaced her new clothes-
the Easter ones that were ruined- 
her baptismal bible is by her side-

new clothes and a bible-
short days ago celebrations of life-
but now…….. 

she died on Tuesday.

@ 2007

Copyright © Curtis Forsythe | Year Posted 2017