Resurrection Easter Poems | Examples
These Resurrection Easter poems are examples of Easter poems about Resurrection. These are the best examples of Easter Resurrection poems written by international poets.
(Easter Resurrection Song)
He rose on the third day, the stone rolled away,
The darkness was shattered by dawn’s golden ray.
The grave could not hold Him, the veil torn in two,
The promise of heaven made faithful and true.
He walked out in glory, His hands marked with grace,
The wounds that redeemed us, love’s radiant trace.
The angels rejoiced, and the earth felt the light,
The Savior victorious, ending the night.
So sing hallelujah, let all voices ring,
For death has been conquered by our risen King.
New life now is blooming where sorrow once lay--
He rose, yes, He rose on that glorious day.
The hill was bare, the sky undone,
The veil was torn without a sound.
Red streaked the wood, the earth stood still,
And love hung quiet, pierced and crowned.
But dawn returned in linen white,
A folded cloth, an open stone.
No trumpet called, just wind and light,
And grace that walked the garden home.
Now light outlives the longest night,
And hope is etched in every sky.
The hands once bound now hold the stars
And mercy reigns, and cannot die.
The wonderful time of rejuvination is here.
Easter is for reverencing the Holy One.
Reflect, repent, and be of good cheer.
To God we owe great gratitude for sending Christ, His Son.
Owing to our faithfulness, we shall have no fear.
God’s Son died and resurrection for us then was won!
Fear of damnation
may keep some
on the path of Straight
And Narrow...but only love
leads to Father’s door and
welcome --
the convict forced to obey
rules of confinement, spirit’s
attempt at Heart’s realignment
earth is a humane
prison – isolated, in a galaxy
of limitless, greater fascinating
mystery -- truth~ our behavior
manifests as distance --
we have confined
ourselves in immeasurable ways;
Divine Connection why Christ
preached Love (above all
else) – saw death as salvation,
Evil, as surface preservation
and Eternal Life of health and Joy
(Son Relationship)
only after the Soul’s
Transfiguring Resurrection!
Midnight misty bluebells blossom upon starry blue
Heavenly sunrise sway with chromatic hues
Mother Mary sweetness flows with cornucopia coos
Holy Dove descends with wings dipped in divine dew
with God's instructions for His Christian crew
to dance with prayers while whispering to the world His views
Be brave! Be brave! Do not tremble and slip into the blessed shoes!
Angels embrace all upon the Lord’s lace legacy avenues
Hope harvests all soul-searching forests and leaves are renewed
with grape gardens that grasp the galaxy Holy Spirit that glues
while rose petal scripture stirs with forever steam of truth stew
The Good News!
The Good News!
Resurrection arose as victory Vines seasoning our souls true
April 18th 2025
Bury a metaphor
— resurrection assured
(The New Room: April, 2025)
How the birds chitter chatter and the church bells ring.
Daffodils fill the graveyard and are picked by passers-by.
Families attend the spring fair where a florist sells arrangements.
The chided children are guilty of picking flower petals but are
Pacified by their parent’s sternness by partaking in a Spring dance.
Dancing deer dart away out of view in the village field.
Freshly hatched chicks are made victims of the foxes.
But not before the farmers so threaten their temptation by
A gunshot or two.
Another Spring rainfall, the grass greener and greener still.
Dogs are walked in the woods where children accompany wilfully.
They attend church with holy communion and in his honour bread and wine is consumed.
In his remembrance of his resurrection, it is such a ritual, and they are thankful for his offering.
When time springs forward, and light prolongs the day
When insects like bees, mosquitoes, and wasps, gallop
into Spring, armed with weapons to annoy and sting
When birds fly North, and bears awake to hunt
When the chilly winds of Winter grow quiet,
And the Spring Season shouts for joy
When darkness fades for fear of the light
When hidden shadows are clearly exposed
When roaring thunder and frightful lightning
Give way for the entry of clear blue skies
When war and conflict succumb to calm and peace
When dastardly death unequivocally bows to life,
And cries of "Crucify him!" are replaced with the
more subdued sounds of, "My Lord and My God".
Gethsemane,
And sweat like blood.
Disciples quite
Misunderstood.
Golgotha's cross,
Forsaken cry,
Misunderstood.
Why does he die?
In borrowed grave,
Cold death entombed.
Misunderstood —
Disciples' gloom.
Alive again!
Still disbelieved,
Misunderstood
By hearts deceived.
Misunderstood
Today? By you?
Know you not what
He came to do?
See Matthew chapter 26 and Mark chapter 14
We search not the living among the dead
The wine that is His blood and His flesh that is the bread
We partake with His Word and in joyous psalms
Commemorating His death till He comes
That the slain Son of God rose
Having purged us of our sins and woes
We search not the living among the dead
We search not hope in the things we dread
For a wiser and better one than Solomon and Moses
And a greater one than reason and fathom poses
Did the never before done and never after to be repeated
And is now on the right hand of the Father seated
We search not the living among the dead
Who only bruised a heel from crushing the serpent’s head
Claiming back for us earthly dominion
And restoring to us the Father’s communion
Praised be Christ from generation to generation
Not just in mention but in adoration and veneration
K. Muitherero
Every soul is liberated
the day Christ went
down to the grave
Ascending high
above heaven,
Christ bridged the gap
between earth and sky,
like a cloud
parting from the ocean
Sacrificed and sanctified
with his blood of all sinners.
The word once a prophecy
now, a liberating source of all man.
The early Church tradition,
Now a worldwide feast
here on earth
Redeemed but bleeds
as a sacrificial lamb
once and for all.
A crimson tide o'er Golgotha ascends
No chalice held, a sacrifice.
The Holy Week
a shroud that slowly rends.
Mourning flocks
adrift from faith's secure fold.
A traitor’s kiss,
a friendship bought and sold.
Peter's denial,
a love that cannot mend.
A crown of thorns
a cruel and mocking crowd.
The weight of sin on Christ
Savior, true friend.
Through Gethsemane's forsaken
shadowed mire.
He trod
a steadfast soul
with love's eternal fire.
His final breath
a lamented prayer
a ragged cry.
A promise etched in every gasping sigh.
From darkest night
a radiant dawn shall rise.
Redemption’s hymn
a dove
takes to the skies.
Though flesh may fail
love’s covenant remains.
A chalice brimming
hope never dies
breaks the chains.
African poem by Nwachukwu Victor
REFLECTING ON EASTER
Once again, we are at that Joyful season
The time to celebrate for that one reason
He has paid the price
He laid down his life as a living sacrifice
In our darkness, he became the light
He has given us the power to fight
To defeat sin, death that leads to pain
He has cleared the part, and given us the way to heavenly gain
Life Itself has restored back to us
And the light of Christ resurrection has been bestowed upon us
So this should be the beginning of a new you
The beginning of a stronger you
Sent forth as a viliant knight
With the resurrection of Christ shining in you so bright
As you embark on this Pascal mission
To spread the resurrection of Christ as your vision
So in this season, Don't only celebrate for earthly pleasure
But to keep and cherish Pascal treasure.
The evil doers (do they have any religion?) thought
The sun, when it doesn't shine as per their will, should be set.
Though millions of distorted versions of the truth were brought
What did they, ultimately, as a gift for their sins, get?
Resurrection, nay, resuscitation, was long-destined.
How could death, nothing more than the steward of life, enslave
Could the course of the core and crust of Candour be questioned?
Didn't he come to save each one from the brink of the grave?
As rebirth, chicks out of eggs dance. Bunnies bounce. Spring arrives
The goddess Eostre, like a glowworm, is flying around.
White lilies lure the landscapes. Little children catch fireflies.
Mystery and history mingle as angels's surround
Hungry graves craved as the godhead ended its existence.
Isn't Easter all on the radiance of omniscience?
Concerning Jesus' resurrection,
Where do I now stand?
Then, there I was;
At the TOMB of the Lord.
Along with several others,
I had been with him for His
entire ministry and heard Him
inform all of us of what was to come.
But at this empty TOMB, I am baffled.
But why should I be baffled when I should
be jubilant? Doubtful when I should be happy?
Afraid when I should be courageous and brave?
Anyway, I stared into the TOMB and asked, "What's next".
It was not Thomas alone who doubted, but I also doubted.
Has He indeed risen or has His body been stolen and hidden?
Astounded and taken aback with a pounding heart, I looked all around.
Why do doubts flood my soul when I, like a lion, should be bold?
Even the thief on the cross with Jesus believed that He would rise.
Did he not say, "Remember me when you come into your kingdom"?
But there I stood at His TOMB, feeling alone, hopeless, and lost.
With regards to Jesus' resurrection,
where do I, we, you, and they stand?
May we not be baffled but ever bold.
May Christ be ever-rooted in our souls.
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