#easterpoetry - Hello Poetry

SUNDAY MORNING LIGHT Curtains gently drawn, Soft light warms a quiet room— Kettle hums awake. Hands gather, bread is broken, Love lives in the smallest things. AROUND THE TABLE Laughter fills the air, Plates passed from hand to warm hand— Stories retold. In each shared and simple glance, Grace is quietly reborn. SMALL HANDS, BRIGHT EYES Painted eggs held tight, Wonder dances in their eyes— Spring sings through their steps. In their laughter, pure and free, Life begins again, anew. GARDEN OF NEW DAYS Tiny feet explore, Petals fall like whispered joy— Sunlight crowns the day. Every question that they ask Turns the world to something new. By Paul Baldry (LongJohn)

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Apr 4

Apr 4, 2026 at 4:18 AM UTC

LongJohnPaulBaldry

THE EASTER PROMISE

SUNDAY MORNING LIGHT Curtains gently drawn, Soft light warms a quiet room— Kettle hums awake. Hands gather, bread is broken, Love lives in the smallest things. AROUND THE TABLE Laughter fills the air, Plates passed from hand to warm hand— Stories retold. In each shared and simple glance, Grace is quietly reborn. SMALL HANDS, BRIGHT EYES Painted eggs held tight, Wonder dances in their eyes— Spring sings through their steps. In their laughter, pure and free, Life begins again, anew. GARDEN OF NEW DAYS Tiny feet explore, Petals fall like whispered joy— Sunlight crowns the day. Every question that they ask Turns the world to something new. By Paul Baldry (LongJohn)

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Dark sky holds its breath, Nails echo through broken time— Love does not resist. A crown of thorns, yet mercy Falls like rain on hardened hearts. Wood bears sacred weight, A whisper— “It is finished.” Earth trembles in grief. Yet in that final silence, Hope begins its hidden rise.

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Apr 4

Apr 4, 2026 at 4:13 AM UTC

LongJohnPaulBaldry

The Last Breath Given - Hill of Silence

Dark sky holds its breath, Nails echo through broken time— Love does not resist. A crown of thorns, yet mercy Falls like rain on hardened hearts. Wood bears sacred weight, A whisper— “It is finished.” Earth trembles in grief. Yet in that final silence, Hope begins its hidden rise.

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Easter Joyful, vibrant Bunnies hopping, eggs hiding Celebrating spring’s bright arrival Springtime

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Mar 21

Mar 21, 2026 at 4:26 AM UTC

LongJohnPaulBaldry

Reverse Cinquain Easter

Easter Joyful, vibrant Bunnies hopping, eggs hiding Celebrating spring’s bright arrival Springtime

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