Poetry About Easter

Easter is a season of transformation, where the winter’s silence gives way to the first choruses of spring. These poems explore the themes of resurrection - both spiritual and natural - celebrating the light that returns to the world.

From the delicate bloom of the lily to the morning’s quiet promise, this collection gathers voices of faith and renewal to mark the turning of the stone.

Featured Poems

The First Bloom

Nature's own resurrection in the garden.

The earth forgets its frozen sleep, unfolding green from brown.

A single lily breaks the hill, lifting up its ivory crown to meet the rising sun.

- Claire Bennett

Morning of the Stone

On the quiet weight of a transformative morning.

The dew is cold, the ground is still, waiting for the light to spill.

Then comes the breath that changes all, lifting the heavy, winter pall, meeting the spirit's quiet will.

- Thomas Thorne

The Painted Shell

A playful look at the colors of the season.

Bright blues and yellows, hiding in the high grass of a child's Sunday wish.

Each stripe is a promise that the cold has run out of time, leaving behind a world stained with joy.

- Clara Holm

Classic Voices

Easter, 1916 (Excerpt)

by William Butler Yeats (1916)

Though political, the poem uses the metaphor of birth and transformation.

All changed, changed utterly: A terrible beauty is born.

Easter

by George Herbert (1633)

A devotional poem celebrating the resurrection.

Rise heart; thy Lord is risen. Sing his praise Without delayes,

Who takes thee by the hand, that thou likewise With him mayst rise.

The Flower

by George Herbert (1633)

On the renewal of the soul like a spring flower.

How fresh, O Lord, how sweet and clean Are thy returns! ev'n as the flowers in spring.

Micro Verses

The stone is rolled away, not just from the tomb, but from the winter of the heart.

- Elias Thorne

Spring is nature’s way of saying, 'Let’s party!'

- Robin Williams

Life is the seed that survives the long, dark snow.

- Silas Vance

The light returns to show us where the flowers have been hiding.

- Maren Grey

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