Lotus is a symbol of the spirituality associated with Buddhism, and in each different culture and country the lotus illustrates a different symbol. In general, the lotus symbolizes spirituality, purity, nobility, creativity and eternity. Therefore, lotus is seen to be an inspiration, from painting to poetry with many famous works, below are the best poems about lotus by many well-known writers and poets that you can enjoy.
Lotus is beautiful and has many colors, depending on the color of the lotus which has a different meaning. For example, the white lotus demontrates the pure beauty, nobility, virginity,…Blue lotus brings affection, will and energy. Meanwhile, the pink lotus has a rustic, idyllic beauty… And since ancient times, the lotus has been used as a sacred symbol, representing the person with a good personality and energetic.
Both literature and poetry have exemplified the inherent beauty of lotus which is ethereal and pure. The folk poems, poems, and rhymes have described the lotus in many folk works, simply and modestly, the lotus itself has soul and noble quality. When you read these poems about the lotus, remember your own resilient and eternal character, no matter how troublesome it is around you.
1, The Spiritual Lotus by Afrose Saad
Such a flower
Can’t bloom anywhere
Only the touch of pure love
Make it glorious
By spreading essence of love
The spiritual lotus
In your heart…
Let it bloom
Let it spread
Let it smile
Let it dance
Forever
To touch love
To forget painful parts
The spiritual lotus…
It shows the magic
By turning everything
From a fade to sparkle
Like a tunnel of dreams
The rainbow peeps
From every corner of life
The spiritual lotus in your heart..
2, Ode to Lotus by Zhou Dunyi
Flowers upon our earth, many kinds we do like.
Tao Chien of Jing, loves chrysanthemum alone,
And after Tang Dynasty, the world adores peony,
But I am a person that admires a lotus in pond.
For it comes out of the mire earth, yet not defiled,
And cleansed by the pure ripples, but never flirty;
Humbleness fills its stem, and upright toward sky;
It’s never entangled, never branched to the side;
Its fragrance spreads far, yet its pureness does not fade,
Straight, lofty and clean, stands such character of its kind,
That world can only behold it afar, yet never tamper it.
I believe, chrysanthemum is a hermit among flowers,
And peony, it ranks as the rich and noble plant,
But lotus is a gentleman among the bloom kind.
Ah! There’re only a few people love chrysanthemum,
And are there anyone admires lotus nowadays?
No. Most of all people in the world admire peony!
3, The Heart of a Lotus by Rose Lu
A summer lotus ready to bloom,
Is a heart wrapped in worries
Who can peel off the wrapping petal by petal
Who can call out the heart of the lotus
Oh, the hapless one, who
Either leaves in too much a hurry or comes too late
The sweet heart long in wait,
Has become a bitter lotus
The outcome can’t be changed
The worries of the lotus
Have turned into
Holes with unbroken fibers
4, Black Lotus by Unknown
Black lotus melting
into the velvet night.
sinking:spiraling
dizzy star-lit dreams,
shiver in the dark.
Flesh flaying, displaying
murmurs of the heart.
Beauty created
behind your eyes.
5, Lotus Temple by S. D. Tiwari
Lotus is the symbol of peace
and Lotus Temple a tranquil place.
Crowd of thousands sitting in, but
sense no bit of hum or resonance.
Green field spread all around
do appear like the green petals,
covering the lotus flower in midst
having petals of white marble.
White marble clad petals of lotus
give nine sided circular shape.
Has nine doors to enter a huge hall
with no statue, picture or image.
Open to people of all religions
it is an amazing religious art.
The joined petals point out to us
how we can join our hearts.
The temple gives clear message
despite of religion, love each other.
Like the petals combined together
make a lovely and exquisite flower.
Great architect Fariborz Sahba
has graced the Bahai Community
to fulfill their religious purpose, and
gifted an icon to New Delhi City.
6, The Lotus by Babette Deutsch
Steps in the tomb, uneager visitors,
Cannot
Disturb the flower of silence.
So the chill
Museum air can never hurt this bloom.
What if a sepal’s blurred,
Not in a year, not in five thousand years
Was one leaf shaken from
That still stone flame. Let come
A hasty embarrassed boy,
Or some strange embarrassing lady, come and depart,
The silence does not change; their eyes, their fingers
Have not disturbed the flower.
The heart of stillness knows
An answering heart.
The master of this house
That is his tomb, the crowned king, silently
Receives the offerings in silence made.
Men bring him drink, bring jars of beer and wine,
They bring him food, vegetables, bread, meat, fruit,
And bring
Bowls, look, of lotus flowers.
Stone without fragrance,
Figures of the dead:
Can these have power
As wine and meat, as beer and bread? And yet
We eat and drink of them;
But chiefly on the lotus feast.
This is the flower of forgetfulness
To taste whose breath
Is to be fed by the divine memory.
It is the flower
Of risen life, no tomb can keep.
A sage once said the mind of God forgets
Evil that men remember; it remembers
The good that men forget.
Then were the mind of God even as the lotus sweet,
Alive and tall.
Step from the tomb.
Step out into the daylight falling
On the men in the street
Where death fades into commonness, and most
Memories are poor.
Leave the still tomb behind the soft-hinged door.
Yet you shall sometimes see the lotus flowering
Even in the mortal mind’s so narrow room.
7, The Glass Lotus by Aleda Shirley
A street-cleaning truck rumbles by, its fine spray
of water a lace so brief only a calligrapher could see it.
My destination, if I had one, would be midnight,
or summer-buildings with many storeys and ornate facades.
How inevitable was her phrasing, the alto’s,
when she sang of a summer with a thousand Julys;
improvisation, her pianist explained, is a matter
of immediately getting what’s in your mind
into your hands. Yes, it’s the pianist I’m thinking of
when I spot them, the two couples idling at a traffic light.
I recognize them from other dreams; I know the driver
has in his pocket a slender flask engraved
with his uncle’s monogram; that if the other man
plucked a single pin from the woman’s chignon
her hair would splay across her shoulders. Both women
wear dresses the color of rain as it falls
through dense foliage. For a moment, clavicle seems
a far more beautiful word than dolphin, or August,
or chrome. The ballroom where they’ll dance, presently,
looks out on a lake and from a barge moored there
an orchestra plays. This is how I imagined love
as a child. For one of the men is my father,
and the other a married professor I loved hopelessly
when I was seventeen. They are with their wives.
Other nights I would have called out in a voice
rustling and crumbling like dry leaves in my throat,
and beckoned with toneless arms, the tendons slack
as faded grosgrain. But, tonight, I let them go,
in their sleek, transparent car. The dashboard,
the grille, the engine and seats—each is made of glass.
… I’d imagined strewn across the floorboard a spray
of turquoise feathers, a dozen green-tipped flames
wrapped in florists’ paper, a broken rope
of pearls. Extremes move in an orbit much like the moon’s:
imperfect, relentless. Nothing else accounts
for a clarity so pure it became itself a barrier.
8, Lotus Feet by Sheila Jacob
He’s expecting daintiness
a man might cup
in his hands.
She tells how Great-Aunt Li
arrived one winter.
Her mother wept
but she was a brave child,
dreamed of dancing
at the Emperor’s court.
Great-Aunt soaked her feet
in herbs and animal blood,
scrunched the little toes,
pressed them sideways
against the sole
then wound cotton strips
up and down, over
and under and back
again: pulling tight,
she explains, mimicking
the action, every day,
year after year until
they grew numb.
And did you dance?
he whispers, unnerved
by a gauzed conical
distortion from instep
to tapering big toe,
takes photographs
he’ll float
in his darkroom sink,
hang up to dry
like squares
of threadbare silk.
She’s eager for her portrait,
rebandages her feet,
slots them
into the husks
of her lotus shoes.
9, Let Lotus Bloom by C. P. Sharma
Sporting mind delights in celebrations
The eternal soul flows peacefully in bliss
Often the mind keeps busy in celebrating
Allows man no time for kissing the bliss
Man, a unique combination of the two
Between the mind and soul oscillates
The confused man agape and aghast
Opposites, the heart in love collates
The Truth in lily-white soul resides
In rose, the scent of love perfumes
When the heart finds life’s equilibrium
Lotus, the fusion of lily-rose blooms
In innumerable ways, life looms
Tuned the Kundalini lotus blooms
10, Lotus Blossom by David Taylor
Nurtured by the words of the wise
with each rain dropp calling His name
in an infinite shower of love
the lotus blossom gently unfolds
as by its very nature must
and displays the centre of beauty
free from attachment
free from fear
free from anger
the still, unmoving heart.
11, Lotus Asana by Liza Sud
Lotus asana opens a lot
About your body and mind:
It makes you peaceful and calm,
It makes you gentle and warm.
It even changes speech –
Your mind is flying high!
You can’t be rude after it.
Your thoughts are straight and fine.
Intelligence rules itself.
Nature takes care of you.
Illness means: you are blessed,
Nature is healing you!
12, Lotus In Muddy Pond by C. P. Sharma
Marriage, a civil code by man
Sex, a divine gift to multiply clan
It’s fun and frolic meant for fest
Sperm and eggs romance in lust
From it love flower sprouts
Love in it has sunken roots
Lotus, the divine love flower
Ever in muddy pond boots
Mating season, a lioness in heat
Hungry lions chase her in up beat
Nature pervades with romance
In its sex lies the bliss and trance
In pollination lies the secrete bloom
Color and fragrance in air zoom
For mating pigeons together make nest
Hatching and parenting they are at best
Nature’s disciplined seasonal sex amaze
But men for nonseasonal sex has craze!
Why in man males’ much dominance
His rapist mentality and arrogance!
13, Lotus by Chandra Thiagarajan
A pretty fragrant flower is the Lotus
It occurs in hues of pink, blue and white
Lotus has been accorded a divine status
It’s majestic beauty is a delightful sight.
The Lotus flower is indigenous
To India and surrounding lands
Sanctity and serenity it symbolizes
And is found in marshy lands.
The flower Lotus is perennial
Nelumbo nucifera, is its scientific name
Its purity and grace are real
To North America, it later, came.
The Lotus plant is aquatic
It is found near streams and ponds
It is traditional and symbolic
Of sun, creation and bonds.
The Lotus flower emerges
From the depth of waters murky
Its colour of pink and white merges
In the oval petals of the flower dainty.
The Lotus flower enjoys sun light
To cold weather it is intolerant
The leaves float on surface being light
Its flowers and fruits are coincident.
The dark green leaves in shape oval
Are water repellant (super hydrophobic)
They have long stems and are special
With the colourful flowers scenic.
Lotus is the famous flower
Which opens and closes each day
At night the Lotus flower
Closes and sinks under water way.
The following dawn
It opens and rises again
A flat round seed case is worn
And it in its centre is lain.
The wonderful thing about Lotus
Is that it is impervious to the swamp
Even after growing in murky waters
It remains clean and has a neoteric stamp.
All parts of the plant are edible
It is used in cuisine and is delectable
It’s medicinal properties are commendable
And is prized for its spirituality respectable.
“Pink Lotus” is India’s National Flower
It is considered as triumph’s symbol
The Padma Sri, with emblem of Lotus flower
Is India’s Civilian Award for honoured people.
Bhagavad Gita the scripture in Hinduism
Is adjured to be like the flower Lotus
We should dedicate ourselves to God is the symbolism
Untouched by sin, like water on the leaf of Lotus.
The pantheon of Hindu Gods many
Ganesha, Lakshmi, Saraswathi, and Durga along
With Rama, Surya and the Trinity
All co-exist and with the Lotus flower throng.
In Buddhism the Lotus flower represents
Purity of body, speech and mind
In a figurative form it presents
Elegance, Perfection and Sanctity entwined..
Like the Lotus flower ornate
We should stand high above the muddy shoal
Its unfolding exquisite petals postulate
The expansion of the inner soul.
14, Faint Lotus by Max Reif
Faint lotus,
your outline
appearing in the sun,
my clumsiness
could keep
your buds from opening,
your roots
from finding soil
and taking hold
here in our world,
but faith repairs
what error’s done.
You come
from the Invisible,
where you exist
as archetype.
May you become
the template
of my life.
15, When The Moonlight Loved A Lotus by Vipins Puthooran
Fragrance of love awakened me,
In my lonley night way
When a crystal face poured light
On my elated petals of love
Those precious words,
That I caressed in my slumbered lips,
Illuminated like a beam of ecstacy
For an iridiscent sylph,
Just to say ‘I LOVE YOU’
16, A Drop On A Lotus Leaf by Amitava Sur
A water bead on lotus leaf –
Shimmering with a glow
But up to that time only
As long is on the leaf.
With a little jerk or a shake
It rolls down and ends.
This life is like that only
As a drop on a lotus leaf
Priceless is our human life
But very mortal and short lived.
With a little quiver or a tweak
It shatters and then breaks.
Very short lived and uncertain
Like the dew on the grass tips.
To extract the beauty of life
So long you are alive –
Love all with love and peace –
Love flower bird and child.
Spread out the treasure of love
To the saints, demons and the beasts.
Enjoy the life without harming others
Live and let live with peace,
Who knows when the heart will stop
Even when you’re at your height of success!
Life is like water drops
Wobbling on lotus leaf.
Short lived and uncertain
Like the dew on the grass tips.
17, Art Of Lotus by Indira Renganathan
Murky the heart soilure sad
Impatient the mind tainted
Dark and benighted
Absolving of sins
Meditate and contemplate multiple sittings
Resting like a lotus visioning a lotus
Does bloom a lotus?
Mire the pond muddy the aqua
Mucky mossy grimy etcetera
Afoul never the blooming flora
Lotus red and white and blue aesthetic vista
Aeonian seed speaks flowered to aura
Its austere affinity to climatic aroma
Extends over cosmology the hidden dogma
Conserves murky though a pond a seed
Ages later a lotus to bloom and heed
Nerves mucky heart its enigma
Births later enlightened to defeat stigma
In the heart’s cave karmic-insight a ‘lotus – dogma’
18, Pond Of Lotus by Kumarmani Mahakul
Naturally still water has formed a meaning,
Beauty of mud is transformed into light,
Early dawn on arrival has invited flowers,
Lotus flowers smile in lap of green leaves.
Holding up still waves from side to side,
Each flower is doing meditation in pond,
While sun will rise soon, rays will touch,
They are waiting for enlightenment again.
They are waiting for golden appearance,
God’s grace will fall on them suddenly,
Arrival of new day is signified with love,
Beauty is veiled with joy of brilliant scenery.
Each lotus has come up from dirt and mud,
But through perseverance and practice,
Lotus has become pure, soft and shiny,
Every human soul in this Earth is like lotus.
Overcoming obstacles in this earthly pond,
Like lotus, soul does meditation to get God,
Face of body becomes golden in green hope,
Soul empowers by great wisdom of lotus.
19, Lotus Flower by Randy McClave
It pushed itself through the dirt
And the ugliness of the murk,
It knew that it was born from a seed
But, it declared of itself that it was no weed.
It should not flower thoughts did loom
But, it still pushed itself through to bloom,
As though tempting to disapprove and very cunning
It became something quite marvelous and stunning.
No matter were you come from, or your fights
It’s your decision to bloom to your delights,
Take the right path and bloom into beauty pure
With tolerance and strength and changes to allure.
An ugly duckling had become a swan
Sometimes art is drawn first with a crayon,
God shows all has the strength and the power
As we look and we think, of the Lotus flower.
20, Lotus Symphony by Joseph Narusiewicz
Gourds, seeds, sticks from the desert
Music with base beat deep in dharma
Mystical college, orient sun
Woven in stars amidst the lost world
Call to the tribes
All the ghost legions
Cobra dreams
Sacred waters
Waiting for the chaos to depart
Ashrams, swarthy swamis
Karma in centuries
The world of conflict
No random stars
Everything in phases of becoming
Transcendence
Every note a prayer
Every phrase relief
A flight
A reckoning
Random wind
Past the stage a soul
Music rises like a river
Lotus blossoms swirl amidst the stars
21, Lotus Bloom by Antonio Liao
oh! hyacinth of ever fragrance, settle
my closeness of the night, touch me the
essence of the heart and offer the vagueness
of a simple reality of the eyes
lay me in the bedrock of the deepest
water, lead the stream of thirst into the
fountain of your lasting beauty and
dream the idyllic presence of my request
endless passion makes the heaven
happy, join the butterfly to cool inside the
womb of the petal; the sweeten juice of joy
hibernate the immune breath of the
paradise valley
make the best out of the rest that sleep
amidst the chaotic sphere of survival; a
great trunk blew in the lightning humid
dunes of the sand, where my memory is
part of your eternal quest
now you had grown.like a beautiful lady,
wish by every stream of fresh air, offer by a
new wind to floats in a landscape of what is
a blooming perfume of a simple Lotus free
smile, every floats of Lotus and smell the
fragrance of perfume in your way …..
Aon
22, Lotus Pond by Sathya Narayana
I stand at the hidden lotus pond
away from the unromantic crowds,
amidst thick greenly and thorny coppice.
I close my eyes and take a deep breath…
I feel your scent;
the scent of your secret grace.
A draft of mild breeze makes me feel
your flying silk sari
slowly unwrapping you
revealing your beautiful folds.
Again I take a deeper breath;
again and again breathing you,
the salty inviting fragrance of your sweat
and the taste of your thirst…
This is my routine
my romance with an unseen you
but felt by every cell of mine
at every time and at every place.
Do you call it platonic? Sorry
you don’t see
my heart’s unlimited orgasms.
23, Lotus In The Lake by Col Muhamad Khalid Khan
My love you are like a beautiful lotus in the lake
Your beauty and graces my heart wants to take
I am ever ready to sacrifice myself for your sake
Your beauty is truth in this world so dirty and fake
You are like northern star which guides my destiny
Let us celebrate our honeymoon my sweet honey
You have taken my heart in your palm like money
In winter so cold you embark like day hot and sunny
Let me take you in my arms to be near to my heart
Let us make a promise never ever to leave or depart
Let celebrate our love from the beginning and start
I am just enthralled and charmed you are so smart
24, The Lotus by Tsira Gogeshvili
When you welcome
With open eyes
The night scenes
And the dreams,
You abandon
Your own shadow –
The lotus that means…
25, A Blooming Lotus by Bijay Kant Dubey
Whenever I see, you appear to be a blooming lotus,
A lotus blooming
With the pearly dews splashed over
And with,
The morning changing into the dawn
Breaking forth
And the cranes and storks flying
Away into the landscapes
Seem to be lurking around.
A blooming lotus, I close the eyes and feel you,
How serene and sedate are you,
How lovely and dreamy!
Standing close by you,
I see, see the lotuses
White and pink,
Bluish but rarer
Lest somebody snatch the sweet smiles
From your lips.
26, Lotus Flower by Gajanan Mishra
Lotus flower,
O lotus flower,
How you are growing and
How you are blooming
In this muddy pond
That I wonder.
I admit, O lotus flower,
You are my real master
And you are teaching me
From there how to cross
All barriers and reach the sky,
The all powerful creator and
You are teaching all how to keep
All present past and future.
27, Lotus Flower by Oxen Hope
I want to be a Lotus Flower,
grows in a dirty water;
blooms in an unwanted environment,
yet still beautiful and innocent.
28, Lotus Flower by Roula Selinas
Lotus flower
My heart was in despair
But when my arms reached for you
You really just weren’t there
I waited to hear words of comfort, things people say to support
Yet all I got was a gaping hole
These things really can’t be taught
I guess you had your own pain
Maybe that’s all you could see
I’m sorry, but that’s really not good enough for me
Was it that hard for you the trauma and the pain ?
Now all I feel in my heart for you is a big dirty stain
I thought you were tough, I thought you were strong
Boy was I so very very wrong
Now I’m the one smiling
I’m finally moving on
Life is no fairytale sometimes there’s no happy ending
No love lost for me or wishes I’ll be sending
But my story’s not finished yet The book it has not closed
A new chapter is unfolding
With new goals that I propose
I’ve been given another chance
Now it’s going to be my turn to dance
There’s an angel watching over me
This I know as sure as the sun
The best is yet to come
I’m blessed I’m grateful I am strong
Amongst nature is where I truly belong
Like a lotus flower opening
Facing towards the sun
Feeling the warmth believing in its promise
My new life has only just begun
29, My Lotus Flower by Mary Lynn Luiz
You, my love, are like a beautiful lotus flower,
All of your pedals softly spreading out awaiting a summer shower!
Your soft pale beauty glistening with dew drops is so enticing,
I find the softness of your shimmering lips so very inviting!
At the very center of your being, a delicate creative mind,
All that you are, who can pretend to define?
Your fragrance for Life permeates the air,
spreading joy and happiness everywhere!
How can I tell you I love you? My emotions to share!
Would you take the time to notice or even care?
Oh, my love come, share your life with me!
For my heart sees what you really need!
Tender care from the one who will live to see,
that you continue to bloom endlessly!
In my arms, I will love and encourage you,
Always, allowing you to be totally free! Just to be!
30, Since Love by Wenming Wang
If death is able to open the gate to heaven
Maybe we shall not mourn
Like the immigrating birds
Who have flown away
Without a appropriate goodbye
Only the lotus left in the garden
Still quietly blooming under the sunshine
May the alive be thankful to the seasons
May the leaving be peaceful in the soul
No regrets
No regrets
Since love has been presented
with a full heart
31, Lotus Pond in June by Lewis Jian
The lovely pink lotus petals
along with
the fresh green pads
startle me
and remind me
it’s joyful June again
I shouldn’t have taken the path
that leads me
to this vibrant lotus pond
Of course
I still savor the heady fragrance
but the young bride nearby
is no longer the one
I knew so well
a long long time ago
32, Lotus by Nichlous
Walking through a field,
Bountiful with flowers,
Their aroma caring my senses.
Green grass in plenty,
The sun shining down,
The ultra violet rays lightly touching my skin.
With so much beauty to scan my eyes over,
I’m not entirely sure where to begin,
Within a few steps Im paralyzed.
What I see is absolute bliss,
A single lotus surrounded by wildflowers,
By roses and tulips.
I’m set back by the luck I have to come across this.
Unsure of what do first,
I stand back and gaze at the perfect and breathtaking natural beauty.
Yes there is a few broken leaves,
Yes there is other lotuses in the universe.
However, this lotus has come into my life.
At a time where im walking alone,
Where my mind is flooded by screams.
I decide to take a step closer,
And another,
Then another,
Till finally the lotus is within my reach.
The screams have ended,
In their place is a beautiful song being sung,
Overcame with joy I lean down and smell the lotus,
At that moment im sent through the galaxy,
Witnessing pure amazement,
Simple pleasure,
My heart swells and my throat tightens.
I feel a single tear leaving my eye.
I begin spending moment after moment admiring the lotus,
My eyes transfixed upon it,
I forget im even in a field surrounded by other wild growth.
Then I notice the sunset,
The moonlight shining upon the lotus,
Revealing that within its broken leaves there is light and color.
I’m entranced.
I reach out to touch the lotus
But stop.
I realize I cannot pick this flower for it would stop growing.
Instead I go day after day,
Watering and caring for it.
Watching it grow,
Watching it become more gorgeous by the minute.
With every hour spent my happiness grows.
With every second passing,
It’s my heart I surrender for the lotus to hold.
Several years pass,
Still I visit this magical field,
Still I care for and water the lotus.
Learning patience,
Gaining strength.
This lotus is conforming me into a better man.
I’m growing older now and soon my life will end.
When that time comes I hope to be buried in that flowery field.
Next to the lotus ive surrendered my soul to yield.
With hopes that I can spend forever with it by my side,
Sprouting into something as blissful and breathtaking as the lotus.
33, Lotus by Ari B
Beautiful lotus…
I wish they could see,
All the potential you have and the things that you could be.
Everything you imagined in your wildest dreams…
Beautiful lotus, how I wish they could see.
They love your Florescent petals so they pick you apart… unaware of the internal damage this causes to your heart.
I guess its called “Tough Love” but they are stripping your art.
Beatuiful Lotus, taking blows so harsh..
You should be a beautiful diamond considering all the pressure you’ve been through,
Such a precious gem with dark, ugly roots…
Faced with adversity and Plagued by deception… Still finding your way to see it through. A world so cold and ugly has created something so beautiful.
Bloom Lotus bloom, Even in the heart of June. Shine lotus shine, even in the light of the Moon… Never let anything in this world make you leave it too soon. You have so many things that you need to see.
Beautiful lotus…
My sweet sweet lotus,
Just set yourself free.
And reach for the Heights they told you you would never see.
34, Lotus by Jenni Littzi
You can burn each thorn
And pick off every petal
I will get through the storm
No matter the kind of weather
I admit, you got the best of me
But it’s not over, you see
I will rise towards the sky
Like a lotus wins its fight
I will not be denied the light
Like the lotus, I will survive
I thought you had me buried
Instead, I was growing steady
The mud could not beat my soul
Which means, I finally let go
I admit, you got the best of me
But it’s not over, you see
I will rise towards the sky
Like a lotus wins its fight
I will not be denied the light
Like the lotus, I will survive
I made the past look picture perfect
But it was just one act, here’s to what’s next
I admit, you got the best of me
But it’s not over, you see
I will rise towards the sky
Like a lotus wins its fight
I will not be denied the light
Like the lotus, I will survive
35, Lotus Flower by Leah Marie
I was the sun,
You were the rain.
Our lotus flower bloomed,
Thriving with life,
Screaming in color.
We had the perfect flower.
But lack of rain,
And overwhelming sun-
Our flower died of thirst.
It was beautiful;
We were beautiful.
36, The Lotus Flower by Vernell Allen
A daunting sky releases the moon’s glow
on the shy lotus sprouting from
the cave’s hollow splint.
The wind bullies her fragile frame
but she stands unbreakable.
She is unwavering and fearless.
The showering rain chills her spine,
but the lotus is numb to its touch.
It will not control her fore she has learned
to weather the storm.
So she smiled and danced in the rain
and the moon envied the lotus flower
of the night.
37, Lotus by Marian
The lotus floating on the cool mountain stream,
A swirl of light pink,
The water around it seemed to gleam;
A lotus that floats and never sinks!
The other flowers around you aren’t quite so pretty,
You’re so pretty and pure,
No other flower I admire so much you’re the only I see;
Left with me, you pretty dear of that I am sure!
You’re quite my treasure,
I love to see you floating on your creek,
Seeing you is my delightful pleasure;
Your beauty I admire and seek.
You float onward on your stream,
And I lay here in my bed asleep,
I quickly awaken from my dream;
I feel so sad that this wasn’t real I feel like I could weep.
38, Lotus by Grace Nazaret Cejo
In the midst of darkness,
There shines a bright full moon,
I can see you shimmering,
You’re the only flower of all the leaves
You are the only color when everything’s black
When you’re gone,
I want you back.
You are the lotus of my life,
Lucky charm I call you,
For you make me happy
When I’m blue.
Bloom for me my lotus
My heart is in focus
I’m in love with you
A treasure in my palm
Luckiest I am.
39, Lotus by Christy Pavoncello
In our first kiss,
Surrounded by darkness,
Except the light in your eyes
I must have tasted a trace
Of a lotus flower upon your lips
That flower which takes all thoughts of home
And transfers them to the place
Tainted by the bloom –
Since that first timid kiss,
Leading to so many others
I cannot think of a place
I would rather be
Than in your arms
To taste that kiss
Sweetened by the lotus
Like tea by a drop of honey
Seemingly, just for me.
40, The Lotus by Hilda
The lotus dances on the lake at night
under the bright moon
and the water lily ballets upon the river
the fairies dance in the shadows of the moon
the flowers waltz in the meadow
and the moon casts its rays upon the ground
making the ground look like silvery
shadows of light hitting the
waltzing flowers
the sounds of crickets and that of katydids
and nighttime birds fill the
air
and the sweet fragrance of
lavender, lilacs, honeysuckles,
and roses fill the air
and the lotus continues
to dance on the lake
to the song of nighttime birds and insects
and the water lily continues
to ballet upon the river
to the song of the flowing river
that she ballets upon
41, The Lotus by Classics
First blooming in the Western Paradise,
The lotus has delighted us for ages.
Its white petals are covered with dew,
its jade green leaves spread out over the pond,
And its pure fragrance perfumes the wind.
Cool and majestic, it raises from the murky water.
The sun sets behind the mountains
But I remain in the darkness, too captivated to leave.
42, The Lotus-Flower by Roderic Quinn
All the heights of the high shores gleam
Red and gold at the sunset hour:
There comes the spell of a magic dream,
And the Harbour seems a lotus-flower;
A blue flower tinted at dawn with gold,
A broad flower blazing with light at noon,
A flower forever with charms to hold
His heart, who sees it by sun or moon.
Its beauty burns like a ceaseless fire,
And tower looks over the top of tower;
For all mute things it would seem, aspire
To catch a glimpse of the lotus-flower.
Men meet its beauty with furrowed face,
And straight the furrows are smoothed away;
They buy and sell in the market-place,
And languor leadens their blood all day.
At night they look on the flower, and lo!
The City passes with all its cares:
They dream no more in its azure glow,
Of gold and silver and stocks and shares.
The Lotus dreams ‘neath the dreaming skies,
Its beauty touching with spell divine
The grey old town, till the old town lies
Like one half-drunk with a magic wine.
Star-loved, it breathes at the midnight hour
A sense of peace from its velvet mouth.
Though flowers be fair — is there any flower
Like this blue flower of the radiant South?
Sun-loved and lit by the moon it yields
A challenge-glory or glow serene,
And men bethink them of jewelled shields,
A turquoise lighting a ground of green.
Fond lovers pacing beside it see
Not death and darkness, but life and light,
And dream no dream of the witchery
The Lotus sheds on the silent night.
Pale watchers weary of watching stars
That fall, and fall, and forever fall,
Tear-worn and troubled with many scars,
They seek the Lotus and end life’s thrall.
The spirit spelled by the Lotus swoons,
Its beauty summons the artist mood;
And thus, perchance, in a thousand moons
Its spell shall work in our waiting blood.
Then souls shall shine with an old-time grace,
And sense be wrapped in a golden trance,
And art be crowned in the market-place
With Love and Beauty and fair Romance.
43, Lotus by Rabindranath Tagore
On the day when the lotus bloomed, alas, my mind was straying,
and I knew it not. My basket was empty and the flower remained unheeded.
Only now and again a sadness fell upon me, and I started up from my
dream and felt a sweet trace of a strange fragrance in the south wind.
That vague sweetness made my heart ache with longing and it seemed to
me that is was the eager breath of the summer seeking for its completion.
I knew not then that it was so near, that it was mine, and that this
perfect sweetness had blossomed in the depth of my own heart.
44, The Enduring Lotus by Joanna Stratford
The Lotus pushes through
the soil of discovery and thrives
within the path of
both patience and endurance.
A path of both strength and
weaknesses.
A path of gracefulness
and dignity. A symbol
of survival.
Through each
and every trepidation it
encounters, it pushes on
and proves itself.
And Just like the lotus
we too have the ability
to rise through the darkest
of soils and bloom out
from the darkness.
We arrive through the
obscure and murkiest
in order to grow into
the purest.
Every journey is personal.
Every journey is enhanced
by only what we know and
what we experience. It
cannot be substituted or
lived by another.
I must walk on with all
the endurance that I need,
to rebuild myself and get
ready to plant that tiny seed
of strength and watch that
flower of flowers pushing
it’s way through the roughest
soil. The flower of flowers
learns to bloom on it’s own
with no need to compete.
45, Lotus Hurt by The Cold
The Lotus pushes through
the soil of discovery and thrives
within the path of
both patience and endurance.
A path of both strength and
weaknesses.
A path of gracefulness
and dignity. A symbol
of survival.
Through each
and every trepidation it
encounters, it pushes on
and proves itself.
And Just like the lotus
we too have the ability
to rise through the darkest
of soils and bloom out
from the darkness.
We arrive through the
obscure and murkiest
in order to grow into
the purest.
Every journey is personal.
Every journey is enhanced
by only what we know and
what we experience. It
cannot be substituted or
lived by another.
I must walk on with all
the endurance that I need,
to rebuild myself and get
ready to plant that tiny seed
of strength and watch that
flower of flowers pushing
it’s way through the roughest
soil. The flower of flowers
learns to bloom on it’s own
with no need to compete.
46, Red Lotus by Sankar Krishna Chettur
Red Lotus in the pool,
Standing immaculate,
Scdate and beautiful,
Out of what starry fate
Did mud and weeds and slush like this
Give rise to thy transcendent bliss?
O beauty in the slush,
O hidden loveliness
Uprising with a rush
To hurl thy crimson kiss
Of petals sweet upon the world,-
What loss is ours when they are furl’d!
Beauty ephemeral,
Touching the spirit’s wing,
Is but a tale to tell
Is but a song to sing,
And lotuses shall flare and fade
And none will know when born, when dead.
Red Lotus in the pool,
Standing inviolate,
O lay thy petals cool
Upon the spears of hate,
And let thy travail from the mud
Repeal the lust of men for blood.
47, Sonnet: The Lotus by Toru Dutt
Love came to Flora asking for a flower
That would of flowers be undisputed queen,
The lily and the rose, long, long had been
Rivals for that high honour. Bards of power
Had sung their claims. “The rose can never tower
Like the pale lily with her Juno mien”–
“But is the lily lovelier?” Thus between
Flower-factions rang the strife in Psyche’s bower.
“Give me a flower delicious as the rose
And stately as the lily in her pride”–
“But of what colour?”–“Rose-red,” Love first chose,
Then prayed,–“No, lily-white,–or, both provide;”
And Flora gave the lotus, “rose-red” dyed,
And “lily-white,”–the queenliest flower that blows.
48, A Secret Opens Like A Lotus (From, Illuminating Night) by Peter S. Quinn
A secret opens like a lotus,
Revealed on the ongoing road;
This is your time and notice,
For taking away a heavy load.
Days are born worrying free,
And all is set to the forward on;
Nothing is too extraordinarily,
Until it’s all one time gone.
What you have is to fulfill,
And give away to the new;
Climb over the forward hill,
So futures may there bedew.
49, Sonnet: The Red Lotus (Senthaamarai) by Dr. A.Celestine Raj Manohar M.D.,
From murky waters of the lake,
Arise the buds of beauteous make,
That have their petals closed at night,
And blossom sprightly in sunlight!
They pop ‘midst large green leaves wide-spread,
And appear white, blue, pink and red –
Symbol for purity, beauty,
Aesthetics, spirituality.
Red lotus refers to the heart;
Compassion love, its innate part;
A wonder born in stagnant lakes,
That eyes beholding joyous, makes.
God has the lotus for own seat
-A flower made by his own feat.
50, Lotus-Eating by Satish Verma
A repeat lover,
moon comes back
every night in different robes.
It was a question
of your conscience, when
you were being eaten alive.
Hyenas will come again-
to unearth the bones, to
give you the message.
Remaining poor was a great
bliss.You don’t
need to pay for anything.
The hunger goes deep.
Fathomless.Your eyes roam
in search of a face after the hanging.
Was he smiling?
You hanker to touch
the eyes, which were burning
like coals.
51, In The Lotus Of My Heart by Dr. Antony Theodore
Godis the fountain of mercy.
He manifests himself
as the very incarnation
of beauty enrapturing
all of creation, animate
and inanimate.
He is the bee that dwells
in the lotus of my heart.
(After reading Aranyakanda,
the Hindu Sacred Scripture)
52, Lotus Drops by Saiom Shriver
The dawn fog
over the bog
on the lotus
becomes
dewdrops
53, Lord Accept This Lotus by Dr. Antony Theodore
Lord, accept
this offering of love.
i give you a lotus,
blooming flower of grace and glory
to you and offer it at your holy feet.
Lift me up from my darkness
and the dirt from which i try to rise
to become a beautiful lotus
to dance in your presence.
54, Be A Lotus by C. P. Sharma
I am lotus
I know no gloom
In love and peace
My heart ever zooms
My bloom, the warmth of sunrise
From muck and mire, I arise
Beauty of colors my big prize
I am for the world a big surprise
I don’t blame the ugly pond
With it my strong birth bond
All my needs it ever responds
It never harmed, nor ever wronged
Me mud never smeared
ALL through my life it steered
55, I Am A Flower, Lotus by Abdul Wahab
Some of my friends who later turned enemies
Once told me, get out or come out of this place
And let not the theme of your poems only be concerning us
Global issues are dealt by the global poets
Here lowly people live; they eat low, talk low
Totally mean people, they don’t talk what they mean
What they mean they don’t speak out, such meanly low,
For the time being i thought they are not wrong
But later like a dream I wake up
And understand I should pull things upside down and downside up
Show the things inside out where i am born
Let people know from top to bottom
Here is nothing but all over is only dirty mud
Yet I bloom yet I flourish
And all these are possible because i am a flower, lotus.
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