Beautiful Easter Poems | Examples
These Beautiful Easter poems are examples of Easter poems about Beautiful. These are the best examples of Easter Beautiful poems written by international poets.
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. The Church may have lost a great soul, but to me, you can never be lost
I as a Catholic, will pray that your soul will meet the Jesus you taught us about. That He will say to you, "Well done, my good and faithful servant.
Your body is done, your mind is at rest, and your soul goes to the Best of the Best. You will meet your colleagues John Paul II and Benedict.
Rest in beauty, Pope Francis
Beautiful Spring day
thankful that he is Risen
sin is defeated
Jesus has risen,
Rejoice, He told us He would,
Promised, just did it!
Chocolate is for me,
Color me beautiful.
Can dip fried bacon or,
Crunchy with lots of nuts.
Could live with pineapple,
Causing smiles everywhere.
Candy box is great gift.
"Easter is on the way. Cute and soft bunnies are what little kids are dreaming about." Quote By Poet
My best friend is my honey bunny,
oh how we love to eat a pot of honey.
On a bright day that is sunny,
we will laugh until we have a full tummy.
You are so fun and cute,
even when we eat our fresh fruit.
For Easter I will dress you in a suit,
then to church we will be en route.
"Gardens must now go to sleep until spring comes back around." Quote By Poet
Springtime is coming with the sleepy flowers awaking.
The springtime comes; cherry snow reigns,
No further cold nor ice remains.
O Sakura your beauty known,
In Sakura my love is shown.
There is a true story you may have been told.
This is a true story that never grows old.
It happened thousands of years ago.
It is from the Bible as you may know.
Jesus died upon the cross.
For mother Mary, it was a tragic loss.
He was buried in a tomb that day,
Three days later, the stone was rolled away.
And then, there was a beautiful sight.
An angel appeared, all dressed in white.
Jesus is no longer here.
But don't worry, you have nothing to fear.
He has risen on this glorious day!
So your sins may be taken away.
Believe in him, and you shall have everlasting life.
Even the man wielding a knife.
So on this Easter day,
Shout and rejoice, and yell hooray!
For he brings peace and hope to all,
Jesus will be there when you call.
When thoughts like flames consumed my heart,
It set me ablaze to look at the start.
The day when He created Eden and set man to rule the nations.
Then He flooded the earth,
yet kept Noah to save mankind from extermination.
Then he came Jacob ,Moses ,Samuel and David a mighty warrior.
He at last sent a helpless babe to bear the burden,
which on His shoulders He had laid.
He bled to death though He had no sin.
The perfect sacrifice then was made,
when The Son of Man on a tree was nailed .
Oh! just for me a mere wretch ,
He had to die .
In my pride ,I did not consider Him beautiful,
yet He was the perfect sacrifice.
Luke 12:27 (KJV)Consider the lilies how they grow: they toil not, they spin not; and yet I say unto you, that Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these.
Vibrant, like a bright summer sun
Stunning as the clear azure skies
Exciting – joy that won’t be outdone
Graceful as their lighthearted disguise
Breathless, melting away every doubt
Reflecting the wonder of a kind heart
Whispers, sighing so they stand out
Sparks of laughter, they forever impart
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blueprint
To have the innocence
again, not abused
nor denied
to see with the
eyes of a child
the beauty
that could be
in it all -
what we lost,
through bitterness
the curse of
me over you
and warring life
throwing its poetic
grenades, watching
feathers fly
the absurd piranhas
and cockerels fighting
fed love,
the monsters
put to bed to sleep,
to wake
to live
the beautiful dream
the sting
of wonderment
in the child’s heart
untouched
open, sweet
beatific smiles
innocence untried
retrieved blueprint
could be ours again
in another world
in another time
bathed in sun,
Blue Sky
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
"The Walk"
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/the_walk_1376951
THE WORD ALIVE
O shower of rain,well of
fresh water,stream of life
to me.
First fruit on my
apple tree.O cluster of
henna, my beautiful crown
a pearl of great value ,this
rose of Sharon.
Lily of the valleys,
an indescribable gift,
a door for the sheep,
present future & past .
Beginning and end
my comfort and friend.
Inspired by the biblical names
Of Jesus.
Chocolate bunnies and Easter eggs,
Fluffy chicks and lambs at play,
The Spring of the year is a beautiful time,
And we celebrate as the time draws nigh,
To remember the reason,
For all our good cheer,
For now is the time,
The Resurrection draws near.
We celebrate Jesus,
Who conquered the foe,
Of Sin and Death,
And delivered our souls,
Up from the abyss,
Where we languished in wait,
Beneath the dark burden,
Of unspeakable hate.
He marched into Hell,
And in triumph brought out,
All who are His,
And they came with a shout;
Victory is ours,
Because Jesus lives.
He's salvaged our souls,
And He's cleansed and forgives,
All who will come to Him,
On us He bestows,
A robe of His Righteousness,
As it was foretold.
We honor the Sacrifice,
Made by Father and Son,
And we honor the love,
That Redeemed us as one.
We celebrate the Victory,
Won over our foe.
We celebrate Jesus,
Our conquering Hero.
Easter Eggs and Tulips
Grandaddy was a quiet soul, born in 88 on a spring day.
He often stopped to graze his sheep, on the lush green grass shoots in May
found at my grandmother’s old house, where she played with dollys and jacks.
Knowledgable gardener by trade, he grew crops and purple lilacs
catching a beautiful maid’s eye, some 20 years older was he,
and yet from his earliest glance, he was steadfast to his Corrie.
He planted stately green magnolias, bordering the road and our land,
growing his own pipe tobacco, his battle with bamboo most grand
exotics brought from the Great War, in France’s trenches he sat long
wondering if he’d make it home, the mustard gas a near swan song.
I have childhood recollections, of you digging in the dirt bed
planting Avignon tulip bulbs, silky pedals flowering red
bursting freely with Easter Eggs, cleverly hidden from our sight
by gentle liver-spotted hands, unfurling them with slow delight.
You left us when I was but nine, my memories are vague shadows,
dreams of you with a spade in hand, smelling sweetly of pipe tobacco.
Beautiful things encapture me,
As though I am within glass,
Ice blue eyes,
A weakness of mine,
The way he smiles,
Another layer of glass,
I should not feel such things,
Blurred behind so many layers,
Isolated by such a man,
Taken so abruptly,
Only to be cast away just as fast,
Another layer of glass between us,
A beautiful thing I must lay to rest,
My heart was yours,
But never would yours be mine,
Cast away such a fruitless venture,
Enraptured by your beauty,
Yet ultimately rejected by your hideousness,
Things that lie beneath that glass,
The ugly truth of love and lust,
Lust is what you feel strongest,
Love is what I aspire for,
Glass it blurs, confines,
Ultimately I was blinded by you,
Your beauty ending just below your skin,
Such a marvelous disaster we were,
Now, we must part ways,
Glass walls surrounding us both,
To blur such things once again