Each of the Easter Poems about Jesus on this page is written by a different poet.
These sacred poems span the whole of the Christian Easter period from Ash Wednesday through to Easter Sunday.
If you are looking for a poem specifically about the Easter Sunday celebration of the Resurrection of Jesus, please scroll down the page to find the relevant link.
The poets find power in their relationship with Jesus. Their words convey the holiness of this annual remembrance of the Easter story.
The first day of Lent and the Easter period is called Ash Wednesday.
In this Easter poem, Kathryn Timpany shares the possibility this day can offer us
first the fire
then the blurring
then the melting
then the collapsing in on itself
then the embers
then the ashes
then the dust
beyond our easy dreams
skews beauty and
crossed on a forehead
or against a lowering sky
Maundy Thursday is the Thursday before Easter Sunday.
The Gospel reading speaks of what was to become known as the Last Supper.
Jesus breaks bread with his disciples on the night before Passover.
He washes their feet.
In all Catholic churches and in many other Christian churches there is a re-enactment of the washing of the feet. The priest washes the feet of (some) members of the congregation.
In this one of the Easter Poems about Jesus, poet Jonathan Bryan shares the powerful question, "How can my master be my servant too?"
How can my master be my servant too?
Stooping, untying sandals caked with grime,
In tender strength his hands my feet renew,
His garment white is soiled in drying mine,
With laughter, celebrations fill the air,
Punctuated by sombre lifted cup,
Imbued new meaning to salvation share,
Away stole stealthy satan covered up,
He breaks, dividing bread the mystery,
Off’ring redemption’s sacrifice for all,
Into the darkness, hymns from slavery,
Up mount we climb in silence of nightfall,
Shall I my master all in this deny?
The rest may go, but surely Lord, not I!
(c) Jonathan Bryan
The Bible story of the Crucifixion of Jesus is celebrated on Good Friday, the Friday before Easter.
Below I share my own Easter poem about Jesus.
The poem was written when I was bedbound and seeks to capture a powerful and unexpected experience of being present in the crowd as Jesus carried the cross.
I watch him struggle
under the weight of the cross.
I wish he would die now;
his pain over;
the pain of watching his pain
What cruelty to make a man carry
the means by which he dies;
Yet to me he remains
a man who can do anything.
Somehow all this
doesn’t change that.
My body racked with sobs,
I cannot help myself:
too much for me;
too much for me;
The loss of such precious life,
too much for me.
I wish I could take his place,
so he could live with all he has to offer,
and I be spared
the pain of losing him.
Were you there when they crucified
Yes, I was there,
I was there.
(c)Katherine T Owen
The Resurrection of Jesus is celebrated in Christian churches on Easter Sunday.
Click through for an epic rhyming Easter poem about Jesus - a continuation of the one about the crucifixion. This poem recounts the Bible story of Jesus' Resurrection.
Throughout our life we experience
the wilderness of the desert,
times of testing,
and times of crucifixion.
Through all the bumps of life,
I wish you (and myself) the ever present knowledge of the Resurrection.
God's Love is always here.
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