Easter Poetry allows writers to express their sentiments, beliefs, or well wishes inspired by the Easter season.

This page offer some links to poems about and inspired by the Easter holiday.

Liturgical feasts of the Middle Ages were often celebrated with poetry and music, dramatizing parts of the text of the Scriptures. Monks in tenth-century Switzerland used tropes (elaborations on parts of the Liturgy) set to music. The Introit was especially popular, often being sung by choirs of men and boys. Ecclesiastical drama began with the trope that was used as the Introit of the Mass on Easter Sunday. A St. Gallen manuscript dating from the time of the tenth century monk Tutilo has survived with the Introit. It has four sentences:

• Quem quaeritis in sepulchro, o christicolae
• Jesum Nazarenum, o coelicolae
• Non est hic. Surrexit, sicut praedixerat.
• Ite nuntiate quia surrexit de sepulchro. Resurrexi, postquam factus homo, tua jussa paterna peregi.

Translated, it reveals the conversation held between the holy women (Mary, the mother of Jesus; Mary Magdalene; and Mary, the sister of Lazarus) and the angels at Christ's sepulchre.

• Whom do ye seek in the sepulcher, O followers of Christ?
• Jesus of Nazareth, the Crucified, O heavenly ones.
• He is not here; he is risen, just as he foretold.
• Go, announce that he is risen from the sepulchre.

• Wikipedia: "Easter, 1916" -- W.B. Yeats
  • • "I write it out in a verse -
    • MacDonagh and MacBride
    • And Connolly and Pearse
    • Now and in time to be,
    • Wherever green is worn,
    • Are changed, changed utterly:
    • A terrible beauty is born."

• WTV Zone: Easter Poetry
• Poetry from the Heart: Easter Poetry
• Poetry From The Starlite Cafe: Easter Poetry
• WiseHearts.com: Easter Poetry

• EasterBunny's.Net: Easter Poetry Crystal: Poetry from classic authors and tradition
  • "On Easter Day" -- Oscar Wilde
    • The silver trumpets rang across the Dome:
    • The people knelt upon the ground with awe:
    • And borne upon the necks of men I saw,
    • Like some great God, the Holy Lord of Rome.
    • Priest-like, he wore a robe more white than foam,
    • And, king-like, swathed himself in royal red,
    • Three crowns of gold rose high upon his head:
    • In splendor and in light the Pope passed home.
    • My heart stole back across wide wastes of years
    • To One who wandered by a lonely sea,
    • And sought in vain for any place of rest:
    • "Foxes have holes, and every bird its nest,
    • I, only I, must wander wearily,
    • And bruise My feet, and drink wine salt with tears."

• Poems for Free: Easter Poetry
• PoemSource.com: Christian Easter Poetry
• Obsidian Wings: Easter Poetry
• Marian Poetry Index: Easter Poetry

• Google Book Search: The Book of Easter
  • "Christ is Risen" -- Anonymous
    • "Christ is risen! Lift the song
    • Of our Easter gladness;
    • With the bright triumphant throng
    • Cast away all sadness,
    • Springtide flowers tell us how
    • We must leave the sighing,
    • As we pass the sorrow now
    • Of our earthly dying."