Lily Water Poems | Examples
These Lily Water poems are examples of Water poems about Lily. These are the best examples of Water Lily poems written by international poets.
A QUIET POND
Quiet living pond,
Teaming with its watered lives,
Sits in wet silence:
Ducks and the lily pad frogs,
In stilled pond contemplation:-
frog on lily pad
out shoots the tongue
tasty fly now gone
Old river-thought murmurs
—I slip—
not away, but into the hush between
what holds and what lets go—
a spine of light bending softly
from mist to depth.
I remember stillness:
cupped hands at morning prayer,
a silence shaped like longing
filling with the cool of grace.
Listen—
I dwell in every pause you mistook for end.
Your name—rippled
through me, again and again,
a hymn undone by echo.
Yet I am no hymn.
I am the silence after—
unclinging—
and the weightless reach.
See how the lily leans, not in sorrow
but surrender—
a slow bow to sky-drip,
a soft
unfolding.
Where I flow is not escape
but return.
The fall is not forsaking.
The fall is
how I carry
you home.
Be the bride that loves him
In living water we learn to swim
Bouquet of lily of the valley
A bridegroom’s gift has he
The ones with hurts in their hearts
A wedding banquet he imparts
Out of the mire, set on fire
Oil in lamp, tent makes camp
The true words of God
The truth comes inside
Revival in the thoughts
Knowing I’ve been bought
Dandelion roots with roses on the bloom
Jewels of obedience in love with the groom
Peace and love fill the air Holy
Encountering His presence fully
(A poem by ScottM 4/28/2025 praise tapdig com)
2 Corinthians 5
7 for we walk by faith, not by sight. 8 Yes, we are of good courage, and we would rather be away from the body and at home with the Lord.
I witnessed a body lying
On the dead earth while formless and dismal
A mire swollen and dying
From this body arose a child so small
Out of the flesh stinking of gall
A child whiter than a pearly lily
Who flew into paradise tranquilly
The foulness of flesh remained not
The child’s pureness left the world’s morbilli
For water and fire begot
Inspired by a passage from "Revelations of Divine Love" by Julian of Norwich, in the long text version.
Emotional Burdens Set Sail on Dark Waters Lagoon
Adrift, Under the Soft Light of the Waxing Crescent Moon
Subtle the Reflection, the Tapered Lunar
Gently Glistened Dark and Murky Ethereal Water
The Rippled Surface Parted to Embrace Oshun's Daughter
Dark Waters, Uncharted Enchanted Tantric Whispers
With Urgency, Implores the Mystic Explorer
Seeking Light in the Dark
Hoping for Star Lights to Illuminate a Path
Opaque and Obscure Neptunian Watery Depth
Bubbles revealing a Treasure Cave where Creativity is Kept
Nurturing Seeds of Aspiration
Dark Waters Incubate Newly Conceived Inspiration
Piscean Streams of Motivation Needed
To Aide the Birth of the Water Lily Seeded
Dark Water, Dark Moon Daughter
Now Submerged In Blissful Abysmal Depths
Dreamy Trance, Her Secrets the Dark Waters Kept.
The step-well water gets when clean
And lilies then blossom therein,
In drones when bees come to lilies,
Ah, music shall madden the bees,
(And me by their maddening din!)
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Translation |11.12.2024| music, lily, water/well
Poet’s note: Sanskrit has thousands of verses of wisdom called Subhashhitam. A man is lost in imagination: this would happen, and then, and then… . Sure, if wishes were horses, why not? The transliteration of the Sanskrit verse follows:
Vapyoh bhavanti vi-malah,
sfutanti kamalani vapishhu |
Kamaleshu patanti alayah,
karoti sangitam alishu madam || 230 ||
the calm silent pond
with floating lily pads
awaits frogs next jump
Sitting alone on a lily pad
Awaiting my next breakfast insect
I ponder my purpose
Two hundred and seventeen mosquitoes
Sixteen horse flies…one spider
And a scolding from a swan
I croak every night
Come back to life at sunrise
Bathe in the cool mud
The old guy’s here again, fishing
I tug on his lure sometimes
Just to give him hope
The shadow of an Osprey
Brings its silence to the pond
A brutal beauty soaring
Sitting alone in his kayak
An old man
Ponders his purpose
There’s life here still
somewhere below the surface.
I dip under lily pads,
delve hands into reeds.
Down in the sludge, shimmering sunlight
illuminates what once thought lost.
Weeping willow creeping there
Amber light from melodic moon
Take a fuchsia flower for hair
Emerald embrace as love bloom
Romantic rose petals on blanket
Laid so beautifully
Indigo kiss touches silver soul passion strategically
Like lily floating in the lake
Your love does the same to me
Floating magical fairy upon a water lily,
Blessing all of the living beings deep within a pond,
Casting spells of rejuvenation with flickerings of her wand.
Silent pond water,
A frog springs off a lily,
The ripples recede.
The passing of time,
A drifting piece of plastic,
They gather many.
The dirty ditch of water,
Ignored by people passing.
Once there was a pond,
Now a floating trash can,
The frog is gone.
You are a water lily in a wetland,
The scholars surround you,
They did not expect to find beauty,
In a place like this,
Where did you come from?
With your eyes greyer than glass,
And your mind like the sun,
You cast your spell,
Without even lifting one of your lovely fingers,
Nor raising your soothing voice,
A girl looks at you dreamily,
Struggling to ask you the right questions,
About the things you love,
To hold your attention,
And you are so humble in your wisdom,
Your friend embraces you,
After not seeing you for a week,
As though reuniting with a part of his own soul,
And they all pass books in ancient languages,
Into your lovely hands that seem to have been made for strumming lyres,
You dwell on words they'll never understand,
Until you emerge,
With your hunger for meaning quenched,
They watch as you glow,
And they too are satifised,
for they live to make you smile
Sounds of burning water lilies
Disorient the future contours,
A shivery breath fills
My cheery corner.
The blazing shadow of the sun crushes
The sphinx of my star,
And the promises dissolve
Before the strangled star.