Easter is a joyous holiday season event, colorful Easter eggs, and divine desserts. Besides the annual Easter egg hunt and obligatory spring family photoshoot, Easter is a time to reconnect with family members and rejoice in this new season of hope. We’ve collected Famous Easter poems that celebrate this cheerful season. When your family is all gathered in a place, slice into a delicious Hummingbird Cake and share these encouraging Easter Poems.
Easter eggs,
Yellow and blue.
Easter eggs,
For me and you
Easter eggs,
Candy sweet.
Easter eggs
Are good to eat.
Easter eggs,
Pretty and funny.
But…where oh where
Is the Easter bunny? –Anonymous
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With a hip and a hop-
Easter bunny won’t you stop,
At my house to hide some yummy little eggs.
Then you’ll jump out and run -
Down the street for some fun,
Zippity quick on your fuzzy, furry legs.
To hide treats for the others -
Boys and girls –even mothers,
Treats galore packed in baskets and bright bags!
–Leanne Guenther
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Easter bunny soft and white
Hopping quickly out of sight,
Thank you for the eggs you bring
At Easter time to welcome spring.
Yellow eggs and blue and red
In the grass and flower bed
We will hunt them everywhere
Is it really you who put them there?
–Anonymous
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You are Eggstra special!
Bunnies, eggs & jellybeans,
That’s not all that Easter means.
There is another message too..
Jesus died for me and you! –Anonymous
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His love
God sent His Son to take the punishment
For all the thoughtless, sinful things we do;
Jesus gave his life because He loves us;
His love is boundless, sweet, forever true.
On Easter morn He showed He is our Savior;
His resurrection proves He is our Lord.
That is why we tell you,
“Happy Easter!”
He secured our heavenly reward!
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The Easter Flower Poem
Far from this foreign Easter damp and chilly
My soul steals to a pear-shaped plot of ground,
Where gleamed the lilac-tinted Easter lily
Soft-scented in the air for yards around;
Alone, without a hint of guardian leaf!
Just like a fragile bell of silver rime,
It burst the tomb for freedom sweet and brief
In the young pregnant year at Eastertime;
And many thought it was a sacred sign,
And some called it the resurrection flower;
And I, a pagan, worshiped at its shrine,
Yielding my heart unto its perfumed power.
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