Black Easter Poems | Examples
These Black Easter poems are examples of Easter poems about Black. These are the best examples of Easter Black poems written by international poets.
Jellybeans tell a story, did you know? A tale of God's love...
Red –Jesus’ blood
Green—His harmony in our growth
Purple—His sorrow for humanity
Blue—Is for the heaven's in which He came
White—Is for the grace He gave
Black—Make merit not sin, and you will be forgiven
Yellow—Is for His light that shines within
Orange—Is for the strive for the greater good
Pink—Is for the new beginnings
rainbow color sweets
green jellybeans in a jar~
chewy Easter treats
Happy Easter!
4/5/26
Aware!
But What To My
Wondrous Mortal
Gaze Does Appear
But A Majestic
Framed Feathers
Bold Dark And
Bespoken Black
Vulture There!
At The Apex, At
The Peak! Wanted And
Morbidly Humored For
Want Of Wafting
Tempting Mortality-Ness
Itself, Wisdom Darkness
It-Self -- Well Bade...
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Oh, What Love! What
Darkness In Loving
Un-Attention.
-Gray Squirrel
04-05-2026
Green jelly beans taste so great
Onyx beads fancy on my braids
On my way to celebrate
Divine holiday Easter is great
Fuchsia dress and patent leather shoes
Ready to confess sins be renewed
In my heart of hearts I’m moved
Deeply by sermon’s teal truth
Anointed amber spiritual words
Youth choir singing in the church
Easter in September
Hiding in plain sight
Lying on the ground
Fell off in the night
Smaller than an egg
Lovely orange and bright
Rubbed on pork and smoked
Ice cream churn delight
Full of large black seeds
Extraction is a mess
Best to wash them well
Squeeze them through a press
Ever so delicious
Succulent and sweet
Hunting golden eggs
Father’s gracious treat
Wrap in dry onion skins and dip’em right;
you’re going to get a big surprise.
It’s colored oval onion bliss;
something you wouldn’t want to miss.
Grab those, Sharpies now, my friend;
colored poems, you can pen.
Color’em in Crayola black;
make a lightly scraped, penknife hack.
Etch your poems on every one;
this can be a lot of fun.
You can Crayola colors, too;
etch those poems very loose.
One time, I, portraits drew;
Groucho, Chico Harpo, Zeppo, too!
Dip some string, tape it tight,
swirl it ‘round the eggs, just right.
Folks will rave about your gift;
you’ll enjoy a ”fab” uplift.
once
on Good Friday
they looked
upon love,
at first
silence
a silence
so black
so dense,
then the sound..
a gentle
wind-
after ..
comes the dawn
Found poetry 8 inspired by Hedges prose of Clare Leighton
Each Wednesday evening, we eat soup and bread.
A simple meal like one our Savior ate,
Supping with dear and closest, trusted friends,
Taking the food to meet his coming fate.
Every one is regretfully afraid,
Realizing that our precious Savior dies.
Revolted that our black and grievous sin
Is causing Him to ride to His demise.
Traveling fearfully with Him to His doom
Until His death on cross on Black Friday.
All of us mourn and sorrow by the tomb,
Looking to promise we'll see Him again.
Sunday brings the most astounding vision.
He has risen! Our Christ has arisen!
SECOND COMING
Yours in the blood that set us free
we come in honor as it be
to bind in love straight from the lovers heart
the one called Christ the thief has torn apart,
and hoped that nevermore they'd see.
At mid of night when sings the song
about the right and of the wrong
we enter into dreams, and through your breast,
straight to your heart where life meets ev'ry test
and keeps you living faint and strong
and begs out for His loving hand
just as all time has ever planned
to Save each soul in Jesus for the day
His swift return will sweep us all away
where ev'ryone will understand.
© ron wilson
E ach Wednesday evening we eat soup and bread,
A simple meal like one our Savior ate.
S upping with dear and closest, trusted friends,
T aking the food to meet His coming fate.
E very one is regretfully afraid,
R ealizing that our loved Savior dies.
R evolted that our own dark, grievous sin
I s causing Him to ride to His demise.
T raveling fearfully with Him to His doom
U ntil his death on Cross on Black Friday.
A ll of us mourn and sorrow by the tomb.
L ooking to promise we'll see Him again.
S unday brings that most astounding vision.
He has risen!! Our Christ is arisen!!
By: Joyce Johnson
Entered in Linda-Marie's Easter contest