Lotus Flower Poems | Examples
These Lotus Flower poems are examples of Flower poems about Lotus. These are the best examples of Flower Lotus poems written by international poets.
Words and gestures are not what matter
What only matters is what they transmit.
Btw, we all transmit, all the time
But usually it’s all just more bullsh*t.
Yet with connection we can connect
And receive the blessing of the scent
Long forgotten yet still it lingers
Making mundane lives at last well spent.
(11/16/25)
PINK PERFECTION
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lotus
pink perfection
rising from murky depths
unfolding beauty, grace, and peace
hope
Lotus Rebirth
White
Lotus ~
Shimmering
Alabaster ~
Shy petals open
To the touch of sunlight
Blooms each dawn from murky depths
Wearing the blush of purity
She offers nectar to newborn day.
Sweet flower flees from midnight sighs
From black dreams assaulting rebirth
To follow the path of light ~
A golden corona,
In soft caresses,
Here awakens
The tranquil
Lotus
Star.
Like crystal tears, soft petals dance and gleam,
While dewdrops stitch stars on morning's silken dream.
Each blossom spins gold wisdom from earth's mud,
As heaven's jewels birth dawn's awakening bud.
Bud blooms like the sun breaking through midnight's veil.
Mud cradles pearls where phoenix tales prevail.
Dream waters mirror souls like liquid glass,
Gleam whispers truth like breath through temple brass,
Through time's vast ocean, songs of light sail on.
Lotus flowers grow from black mud.
This is what Aaro sees,
standing at the edge of a
pond full of lotuses in the garden.
Beauty rises from darkness.
Pink petals open above murky water,
green leaves spread
like hands on the surface.
The roots know secrets
the flowers will never tell,
how strength comes from
places without light or colour.
What was buried
finds its way to light.
What seemed lost
becomes beautiful.
The garden speaks,
in whispers:
Every flower was once
a seed in the dark.
Aaro watches and learns.
Her joy blooms.
lotus bloom opens
graciously looking skyward
a symbol of Zen
by Zyrool
stepp'n down from presidency ~Kamala, de facto nominee
Kamala means lotus flower~accent on Ka,' Zen power
top of the ticket changed~ but the message remains the same
fight for freedom at fifty-nine ~her belly laugh we love, smiles of sunshine
here to stay~as prosecutor put predators away
potential Harris picks~for vice president as time ticks
The lotus blooms in the middle of the pond,
Its petals so pink and white, a pure delight,
Swans circle with grace, with movements in slow pace,
Leaves floating green inspire artis'st view around.
The lover dreams of beauty in her soft hair,
With lotus flowers, blushing pink, so candid,
Like the moon through clouds, her light beyond compare,
A vision very lovely blessed by lord.
The lotus, pure, in calm or storm, stands upright,
With movements in slow pace, swans circle with grace,
Eternal beauty spreads when lotus get old.
Floating blissfully alone in a moonlit, silvery repast.
Scenting the night with her heady, fragrance of romance.
4/12/2024
And in parts of the world for medicals,
revive their bestilled passions. Magic holds
practiced heart of effervescent spectrum,
aquatic lilies peals, summons one home.
Aqueous lotus blossom, promenade
scopes, Victorian vintage masquerade.
Lotus glow's vibrance, chamber harmony,
lilies show congruous flows wordlessly.
Striking colors subtle ebb the nightshades,
fused mind trending qualities, our charades.
There's a conclusion to the water blooms
supporters like us, they are without rooms
linger looms, Lilies & Lotus bloom hopes,
a mountain of some measure aligned slopes.
lost in gold glamour
hammock trees whisper green breeze
lotus color sprees
a warm noon warning
of soon tangerine caress
dragonfly's address
swinging sage summer
June beauties in lemon squeeze
saffron memories
Lovely lotus, white and pure
Your beauty I must proclaim
Perfect petals of your bloom
Sweet heavenly scent
Symbol of serenity,
spiritual ascension,
majesty, knowledge and faith
Delicate flower
Float on lakes or murky ponds
a sacred bond with nature
Representing a rebirth
Exquisite flora
DROOPED LOTUS
Days back lovey abloom lotus
was at focus
of fluttering butterfly and humming bees
in rapture to capture
fragrance and nectar.
Now lotus drooped with shrunk wrinkled petals
floats on marshy mossy low pond.
Swarm of flies assemble
on bosom of withered blossom.
Willow standing on wet muddy brim
mourns in silent scream
weeping watching dry deceased flower
abandoned by bees and butterflies.
I have a bowl for a head
I have a bowl for a head
Hollowed out for flowers
You'd think I'd be dead
I hold my soul in a lotus
My soul is in a lotus
My soul is a redhead
As you already noticed.
In this rhyming epistle
I've got ivy and thistle
Hear a tune that I whistle
To my stamen and my pistil.
Butterflies are my persons
We set out on excursions
Such pleasant exertions
Cuz my head is a bowl.
He came to me and gently brought,
the fairest flowers of His thought.
Joy arrived with euphoric mums,
softly as the hummingbird hums.
Purity blown from baby’s breath,
ever innocent until death.
Peace pervaded purest poppy,
tranquil bliss nothing can copy.
Happiness borne from pure lily,
butterfly wings, dainty and frilly.
Gratitude from feathered pink rose;
praises for His blessings arose.
Humility spread bold bluebells,
silken as bunnies’ cotton tails.
Faith that flourished in bright iris,
no other bloom so desirous.
Hope sprung forth from gladiolus,
comforting as lotus’ solace.
Love effused from fan-shaped aster,
greatest from our Lord and Master.
Graciousness shone from all flowers,
teaching of His perfect powers.