Easter Poems | Examples of Easter Poetry

Purple Easter bunny, with your jazzy ways Rainbow hair, and eggs painted in reds and grays Pastel colors are not your thing, I guess I hate to say this, but your hair is a mess...

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mom easter bunny laying her eggs in the field finds springtide hatchling AP: Honorable Mention 2025...

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Our excited Easter Bunny was a woman this year She popped in and threw eggs around, full of cheer She has quite a fluffy tail, my daddy said Mommy gave him a look that nearly struck him dead The eggs she left were decorated in glitter with touches of gold Some were vintage in green art deco, others just looked...

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Isabel was the youngest of four children, dwelling in a large old house, Nestled under the burgeoning oak trees, in green spring, of no doubts. Isabel's parents were devout churchgoers, insisting upon going weekly; But, Isabel often preferred playing, like dawn, pink sun, shining meekly. Theirs was a tight knit community, the kind everyone wants to live in; Like orange...

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Easter Reading In Lima – Peru- a hippo was pulling the tram car with its best friend, a water buffalo. They had ended up here, far from Africa, after the great flood ebbed and had been blessed with eternal life, only being mere animals, they didn´t know this. In Lima, no one made a big issue...

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Easter ceasefire... little boys playing with their toy guns...

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Here's a tale of a Rogue Rabbit, Met a hoodie paschal hermit, She overcame all her fears, She munched him, from toes to ears, Ate the lot, begone, foul furry git!...

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A late March thundershower floats toward me Like a plucked flower Handed over on a walk to a lover With a smile Down this afternoon path That breezes past Spring-born ponds Erupting Of Peepers ululating and Chorus Frogs ratcheting In a wave of Gnawa music. The surface Puckers Diacritic raindrops Slowly Softly Each plop and their purple ripple Has not enough splash To generate an echo From the reedy shore. The storm not so...

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#Poetic_meal Dining with words, its my daily enticing meal, the scrumptious juicy sauces, dripping all over my fingers, leaving me with much appetite to dip deeper, my fork and knife into this meal of creativity... Could hear my intestine, groaning of ravenous intake, fueling my hands of vocabulary to dedicate much effort into this meal of...

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The Easter eggs turned on the baskets in Easter Town. Refusing to get inside, they began to throw themselves down. What is happening? Asked a chick, a rooster, and an ugly clown. They are going crazy, said an old churchgoing lady, with a frown. She needed them inside those baskets, and it had to be today. These Easter eggs were...

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Tea in the well Gin in the sea Spices are floating In the clouds with me Get a bottle of wine And dine with me Tariff in the big boat Dancing with me Vodka on the rock Locking at my new frock Whisky in the market Smiling with me I have dinner date with friends and Company so make your reservation before the clock struck three The fisher...

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Early in the morning Before the sun dawned, Women crept to the garden Asking how to open the tomb, How to see in the gloom What do we say to the guards? The earth shook! Tremors rocked the city walls, Leaves fell like rain, And the guards ran and hid; At the tomb, these...

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We watched him die, He was nailed up high, Alive for hours, Before the sky turned black; Thunder rolled, Lightning flashed, It is finished, was the cry That came final from his lips; He died, we cried, we ran and hid; He was taken and laid in a tomb, Borrowed from a friend, Laid there,...

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In darkest days, when shadows blended with the earth, And nails hung humanity in its blood-stained hands, While the priests looked on and smiled politely They stole the heart of everyone who saw truth In God’s own Son, yet left the gate wide open for death, And so, we enter the darkest hours, as life...

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My Dearest Pope Francis, Although your beautiful body is gone, Us Catholics will remember you forever. As a Catholic person, I will never forget you. Your legacy will remain within our hearts. As always, God sends His very best at the right time. I will not mourn for you, you will never be gone to me....

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