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.
"A kiss is a silence that says everything there is to say." Guy Maupassant.
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The Silent Kiss
In the dead stillness of the early morn
When day`s orb is still below the horizon
When the fading full moon faintly lights the sky
And the southerly breeze is smooth and shy
Pearly drops of dews in silence kiss the blooms
As the first soft and silent kiss of a bridegroom.
It is a quiet kiss with glows of grace
On velvet petals as on a silken face
To mark the coming of a bright new day
Make way to bear heat of the sun rays
As flowers dance with the subtle breeze
And dawn`s golden light spills through the tallest trees.
The sweetness of each kiss hangs as tiny stars
Sparkling with shines of light from a realm afar
The lotus, lily and lavender bloom anew
Beaming with the silent kiss of the morning dew
A symphony of sweet scent spreads apace
Nature`s mellifluous perfume in the space.
PINK PERFECTION
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lotus
pink perfection
rising from murky depths
unfolding beauty, grace, and peace
hope
Toward Scent fold’s vale they cleaved the green,
Where wind runs thick with things unseen.
“Is it justice you seek or just her place?”
Lotus said, his voice low, draped in grace.
The blossoms paused, their vows unsealed,
Each plucked petal quaking in truth revealed.
For in his oblique gaze, the mirror lay.
Become the wound or forge the way.
The wound was raw and the way unknown
And from that break, a voice was thrown
"Let's all go to Netherbloom and trace,
a flare to rise and claim our place".
Azure was still, but knew the storm would rise.
So, he nurtured the mosses and lichens wise.
Netherbloom was far and path was fire
still, they trudged through thorn and mire.
They reached the brink where wild roots twine,
A voice uncoiled from the Caelith's shine
“You crossed the flame; you bore the haunt
Now speak your vow, what is it you want?"
“We want equality,” they said, “in beauty.”
"Not bowed by rank but crowned in mutiny.”
said Lily with her grief filled voice.
“Let beauty be truth, not any mortal's choice.”
spoke waning Tulip, holding her poise.
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on smooth hot rock I sat in REVERIE
after a HALLUCINATION drink of
mushroom, poppies and truffle
IMAGINATION soared like bald eagle
on high, throwing twin twigs with sigh
up I flew landing on a rainbow in
lucid DREAM ~
saw tinker bell fairies in pastel lace
with mauve daisy hats to face
sucking honeyed cream in wild glee
cherubs singing WHIMSY chorals
skipped to amethyst abode awaiting
dragonflies lighted a willow way
as swans mated on water lily ponds
of petals, elves smiling at bay
secretly inside a Crystal Palace
of chanting High Priestesses pure
sat Lord of VISUALISATION and awe
with blue-green eyes and beard of
silver hay, not all could hither this way
he fed me manna and mango ambrosia
gifted a garland of lotus snow white
a sapphire pen dripping indigo ink
to serpentine scribe enchanting song
on a rainbow in rubied blink !
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.
PETALS IN HEARTSPACE
Authenticity presents from persevering peeling peeling tasked by cached Courage
courage erupted emitting high frequency Faith
faith embraced terrifying Truth
truth consummated desired DivineLove
DivineLove lotused peace petals in HeartSpace
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.
Lovely lotus
Covering the pond
Like China ladies
Clothe in fine
Pink linen.
At night, lotus
Shimmering glows
In the moonlight
Heralding great
Nymph serenading.
Cool day, lotus
Captivating beauty
Like mermaids
Capturing a man's
Soul to glory.
She skates along the edge of sanity.
The line between disaster and divine.
Heart now tasting the inhumanity,
without the lonely sip of the sweet wine.
Digging whilst drowning the depths of darkness,
rummaging righteousness religiously.
God bleeding sunshine into her starkness,
pruning the soul hath lost prodigiously.
Placing the lotus seed into the earth,
seed splicing and spiraling down and up.
She senses the sprouts swaying, giving birth,
spilling atop the ground below the cup.
Watering new life, soaking up the ground.
Flower below the earth, above the mound.
lotus bloom opens
graciously looking skyward
a symbol of Zen
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potential Harris picks~for vice president as time ticks
As daylight fades beyond the distant hill,
Dusk paints the sky in hues of soft repose.
Through swaying boughs, the birds their songs distill,
While gentle breezes dance on tippy-toes.
Lotus treads the path with a weary stride,
Her thoughts are as heavy as the fading light.
Yet with each step, her burdens seem to glide
Away, as if prepared to take their flight.
A flower, bent and worried, catches sight
Of Lotus passing by with a slowing gait.
Its petals tremble in the dimming light,
As if to share in her conflicted state.
The blossom and the woman, kindred souls,
Find solace in their shared anxiety.
As twilight deepens, nature takes control,
Embracing both in sweet serenity.
In the evening's hush, a transformation blooms,
The flower straightens, and Lotus' spirit lifts.
The worried stem no longer bends in the gloom,
As peace becomes the night's most precious gift.
Together in the gloaming, fears subside,
A fresh perspective blossoms with the stars.
The day's concerns, once seemingly amplified,
Now fade like distant, long-forgotten scars.
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