Orchids are seen to be the queen of flowers, having a charming and noble beauty. Orchid flowers get people fascinated by the pure and transparent purple color of the woman, making everyone want to be cherished and cared for. A flower that drives many people absorbed.
Orchid is an extremely feminine kind of flower, representing the beauty of love, wealth and solemnity. If a woman receives orchids from a man, he wants to have a serious relationship with her. Orchids show strength in front of nature, because the beauty of orchids has moved many artists’ hearts. They’ve been writing many poems about orchids to praise the charming and noble beaut of this flower.
Here are the most popular poems about orchids, relating to the scent and charm of orchids. Poets cover a wide range of moods, from sad to happy, from despair to hope and from hate to love within each poem.
1, Bees And Orchids © Douglas Scotney
For the absence of bees
in the throats
of my cymbidium orchid flowers,
the full-body orgasm
it looks like those flowers
would stimulate,
cannot
be
all it is cracked up
to be.
2, Delightful Orchids © Marilyn Lott
The delicate beautiful blossoms
Taken from Mother Nature’s folds
So delightful and soft are the colors
And so rare as we watch them unfold
They are intricate and truly charming
Their design is extremely unique
They have distinctive little faces too
Once they have reached their peak
The Orchids are the top of the line
When it comes to all the flowers
But they need extra tending to be
As fresh as the noon-day showers
It is so amazing to see a flower
As complex as these Orchids are
They brighten up a green house
And are the classiest flower by far
So if you get the chance, folks
To observe this flower some time
Look at the huge assortment of
The loveliest flower you can find!
3, Orchid Blooms In My Garden © Valsa George
On a bright morning I was greeted warm
By a host of flowers of the self same hue
Smiling disarmingly from an orchid wild
With their white petals washed in dew
Amid the vernal green, they shone radiant
Like scattered stars bursting the seams of the sky
Airily they poised on their delicate stems
Waving at me from their stations high
Scattered here n’ there, not in neat array
They verily had an unusual charm.
Chanting in chorus, songs of lilting tunes,
They put my weary heart into a state of calm.
Had no idea from where they had come
Never had I seen the plant in bud before
They appeared abrupt as under a magic spell
I could count not one but a hundred more
Like festoons hung down from the turquoise sky,
They dangled down, bathed in sun’s early rays.
As they stood nodding at every gust of wind,
I stayed nonplussed admiring their simple grace.
4, Orchids In The Garden © Edward Kofi Louis
Orchids!
Orchids in the garden;
Flowers!
Beautiful flowers;
Found in the garden,
Colourful!
Growing up nicely,
Natural;
With the muse of nature,
Original with the muse of life.
5, The Orchid Flower © Sam Hamill
Just as I wonder
whether it’s going to die,
the orchid blossoms
and I can’t explain why it
moves my heart, why such pleasure
comes from one small bud
on a long spindly stem, one
blood red gold flower
opening at mid-summer,
tiny, perfect in its hour.
Even to a white-
haired craggy poet, it’s
purely erotic,
pistil and stamen, pollen,
dew of the world, a spoonful
of earth, and water.
Erotic because there’s death
at the heart of birth,
drama in those old sunrise
prisms in wet cedar boughs,
deepest mystery
in washing evening dishes
or teasing my wife,
who grows, yes, more beautiful
because one of us will die.
6, Orchid © S. D. Tiwari
eyes get delighted
watching into amazing
garden of orchids
glimpse of many animals
in fragrant zoo of flowers
7, White Orchid © InkdropK
White Orchid
smiles in the morning sun
as its creepers reach out
for the last drop
of fresh morning dew
A beauty of nature
sings upon the sunrise
birds join in chorus
“Come, Look at me”
8, Orchid of the Soul © Myra Lochner
not a greenhouse plant
the soul may die in-house
forgotten on the windowsill
of patience and eye-socket
not too wet
by constant mourning
or bone dry
by indifference
never-ending
care may set sight’s
moth to butterfly freedom
before pot soil turns skeleton
caught in death’s pocket
9, Roses White Orchids Black © Derick Van Dusen
If your favorite flower is the rose
Do you not then liken yourself to a rose
Is not your beauty equal to that of the rose
Behold I stand perfect beauty
A white rose among the thorns
Behold I stand for you to see
A perfect beauty inside of me
If mine favorite flower is the orchid
Do I not then liken myself to the orchid
Is not my beauty equal to that of the orchid
Behold I stand handsome beauty
A black orchid among twisted roots
Behold you stand for me to see
A handsome beauty inside of you
A single petal of the rose so delicate of it self
A single petal of the rose so flawless of it self
Delicate beauty equaled only by delicate perfection
Flawless beauty equaled only by flawless grace
A single petal of the orchid so sensual of it self
A single petal of the orchid so ****** of it self
Sensual beauty equaled only by sensual grace
****** beauty equaled only by ****** perfection
Where there is white rose there is you
Where there is black orchid there is me
White Rose Black Orchid You and I
Wherever you go there too will I be
Does not the rose equal your grace
Does not your beauty equal the rose
Does not the orchid equal my strength
Does not my strength equal the orchid
Doth not the white rose possess the black orchid
Can not they bee one can not they be the same
Doth not you have mine heart
As the white rose has you
Doth not I have your soul
As the black orchid has me
The orchid has fallen for the rose
Has fallen for the orchid
And in my field of white roses
You stand a sultry orchid black
If only to look if only to feel
If only to hold if only to love
A rose white is me this night
Take from me this rose white
This rose white this orchid black
Together as one we cant take back
10, Orchid Dreams © Sjr1000
The orchid is flowering
Opening,
a living mandala
Next to my bed
I hear it in my dreams
It’s telling me very strange things
About the chemistry between us
And what being a flower really is
And what it really means.
There’s a lot to learn.
The orchid whispers in chemical symbols
I danced through the night one night
I drank water in the desert
The sweetest taste, I’ve ever known
I heard a sound I’ve never heard before
The buzzing of Chi
Blowing in
while the curtains fluttered
In the night time wind.
Our time I know is limited
Forever wilts away
But while the orchid is flowering
That’s for another day
I find myself longing for the scent of the night and at least
One more dream to go.
11, Ballad of the White Orchid © Caleb Eli Price
The shivering eyeglasses lazily coating the ground
Break way to the budding of the season.
To reincarnate is to live the anomaly,
The evergreen boughs bend in the wind.
Coalescing crystals form dew on our morn
To leave a fresh taste, on lips, on tongue.
The time is imminent, but the dawn is young,
My white Orchid, born to the sun.
Simply, optically, it’s to weak to touch
Unworthy digits, to blind to see.
My scarlet levees, to right to feel.
The ivory blossom, to right to be real.
Under the canopies, the shimmering outline
Moves closer until the mirror cracks
And our reflections are polymorphicly one,
Our hearts still polyamorously two.
I yearn to dream of lucid lavender,
The aroma surrounds the dream, still dreamed
The scent so real, or so it seemed
Encapsulating this moment in amber.
Until we sleep, until we fly
Together. Our wings open to embrace the quilted high.
Our mouths embrace to fill the void,
Unleash the magic, bathing us in light
Bricks and mortar overlap my thoughts
But time alone is not a wall.
Time alone, it cannot fall
And it still ticks with the beat of my pendulum.
Oh flower, oh life, vitality aplenty.
Your hideousness, a secret untold,
Withers to your beauty, yet to unmold.
Le voyage fantasme is here for me now.
And now the grains slip between my toes.
The sandcastles caress the glass of our hour.
It’s never too late, but always on time,
So before the light fades, kiss me and say
“I’ll sleep tonight,
I’ll dream of you.”
Orchid, my Orchid, love, my love
I’ll dream with you forever.
12, Purple Orchid © Anonymous
“Purple Orchid”
A symbol of rare beauty
Exotic. Delicate. Mysterious
Precious, in every way
Lost in a tropical land of
Purple Haze,
I am there
Whispering with a tinge of
Innocence yet wild
With passionate dark desires.
A calm stability of blue and
The fierce energy of red
Stimulating mystery and thrill,
A darkened flower
Of refined passion
With strikingly lush petals,
Intoxicating.
In his mind,
I am
A
Purple Orchid
13, The Orchid © Jude Kyrie
Within an old book in my library
An Orchid dried and pressed I see
Without color and fragrance a mystery
Romantic notions overwhelming me
Who made this volume an orchid’s tomb?
Forever hidden in a dark room
Perhaps a ladies hand from a long past year
A memento of her handsome lover so dear
Was it given at a meeting with hearts that soar?
Or a last goodbye as he went to war
Or as they kissed in heavens light
Sharing their love in the blue of night
Are they still together him and her?
Holding hands at this very hour
Or are they passed no longer here?
Love dried and withered
like this orchid flower
14, Kiss the Dying Orchid © Amy Perry
I kissed the dying orchid.
My loving intentions dedicated
Towards the withering flower.
I smelt its perfumed essence.
Sent it off with a blessing.
Now the twist hits me.
I feel like I brought love into me.
What I intended to give
To that dying orchid,
Was breathed back into me,
Unintentionally.
15, Orchid Of The Orient © Simon Clark
An orchid stood tall in the window,
Looking out at the yard,
Where the dragon chases the pearl,
Aflame and brightly burning,
Make the orients’ subtlety seem hard.
Ladies pass the house,
Pause to observe,
The smile on the orchids petal,
Waiting, like they, to serve,
Hoping not to lose its sunlight,
Not to break its nerve.
Bow down before the ancient scriptures,
The stories that they told,
Of magic wands and spinning wheels,
And of the sacred flower,
The orchid of the orient; unfold.
16, Petals of an Orchid © Kayden Fittini
Graceful curve of the flower enriched with mystery
melting away any bubbling misery
walking towards the beauty.
(I’m looking to pull this special flower today.)
Wait shall I praise the wonderous bloom
with fragrant colors infused within me soon
something to admire on a daily
choosing between multiple types that look equally lovely.
(I just want to love you.)
The vanilla scent which never fades
you rose from a bed of vibrant shades
to hold and caress –
in your walk stems artistic introduction
keep me within your symmetrical seduction
And in your radiance glimmers across the horizon and seas
its in your nature to please while you tease –
but i cant lie, your approach continues with ease.
to compare your style with nature only makes sense.
how lucky can one be to build a connection that’s so intense!
*I pluck the fascinating petals of an orchid.
17, The Orchid © Laundry
I walked alone
On a dark stretch of imperfection
The road was pointless
Stumbling marked my hesitation
I found courage, tried to run
But darkness cloaked the air
And twisted vines mocked my despair
Dropping to my knees
I wished for strength to fight the night
And clear the wood, to reach the light
The prayer I spoke
Was little more than just a breath
But there it was,
An answer on my quest
It stood alone, the orchid,
Fragile beauty wrapped in might
And seemed to glow from inner light
I gasped and smiled
As through the darkened mist it shone
Its unique purpose before unknown
The bloom was there, placed perfectly,
And because of this bloom
I remembered me
Its beauty, both intricate and fair,
Reminded me of what I usually fail to see
That we are magnificently created things
I continued on that day
To purpose which had seemed so far away
But the path was not as gray
The orchid lit my way
18, Orchid Flower © Sam Hamill
Just as I wonder
whether it’s going to die,
the orchid blossoms
and I can’t explain why it
moves my heart, why such pleasure
comes from one small bud
on a long spindly stem, one
blood red gold flower
opening at mid-summer,
tiny, perfect in its hour.
Even to a white-
haired craggy poet, it’s
purely erotic,
pistil and stamen, pollen,
dew of the world, a spoonful
of earth, and water.
Erotic because there’s death
at the heart of birth,
drama in those old sunrise
prisms in wet cedar boughs,
deepest mystery
in washing evening dishes
or teasing my wife,
who grows, yes, more beautiful
because one of us will die.
19, The Orchid © David Van-Cauter
The end of term,
a long, dry spell.
Someone gave you an orchid with seven flowers.
On the mantelpiece,
each pink head seemed to loll its tongue,
its mouth wide open,
holding its breath,
clinging to the stalk
that drooped to the left.
We fed the orchid, watered it,
and then the good news came.
The image showed us nothing more
than a tiny dot,
but you kept it by your bed,
kissed it at night.
We encased our secret,
spent those hot days
trying not to spill,
every day
another notch
on the strained barometer.
A hosepipe ban,
and the garden was crying
long, dry tears.
It took six weeks
for the first flower head to fall
and the rain to come:
the garden spread out like a swan,
its wings drinking the air.
20, Angel Orchids © Silent One
Sweet angel orchids, tender pearls of white,
glistening in the misty morning dew.
Perfumed with scents that bring senses delight.
Inspiration for a poet to write,
as eyes become mesmerised by their view.
Sweet angel orchids, tender pearls of white.
When held, ivory petals feel so lite,
their image like a celestial statue.
Perfumed with scents that bring senses delight.
In the sun they glow with their halo bright,
like a group of angels waiting in queue.
Sweet angel orchids, tender pearls of white.
How elegantly they bask in sunlight,
and in monsoons they remain strong like glue.
Perfumed with scents that bring senses delight.
They glow among the moon and stars at night.
How sad in the world there are just a few.
Sweet angel orchids, tender pearls of white,
perfumed with scents that bring senses delight.
21, An Orchid in the Valley © Lewis Jian
For you’re an orchid
in the valley
not to be found
in an alley
I guess
to smell your fragrance
I’ll have to climb over
many a mountain
and trudge across
numerous rivers
If only
I’m able to provide you
with shelters
from the sun and the rain
I don’t mind
planting myself on earth
like a nearby
whispering pine
whispering in your ear
many a line
of verses
when the sun rises
in the morning
in spring
22, Dracula Orchid © Kinga Fabó
We didn’t choose each other.
We were locked together.
Watching his ugly face.
He looks back: I see myself.
Who is in which end of the cable
who is that places me at his will?
This isn’t a game between the two of us,
this tug of war.
Someone’s pulling my strings from above:
Once he pulls me, next he leaves me.
Smells the blood. Nosing around me.
The heat of the body. Steaming.
Can’t take it anymore. This distillate is too raw to me.
The beast wins out of beauty.
The scale goes off balance.
Two derelict puppets. Deteriorated.
Event in the greenhouse: behold.
The heart’s been stubbed.
23, Keeping Orchids © Jackie Kay
A digital watch her daughter was wearing when she died.
Now they hang their heads,
and suddenly grow old – the proof of meeting. Still,
her hands, awkward and hard to hold
fold and unfold a green carrier bag as she tells
the story of her life. Compressed. Airtight.
A sad square, then a crumpled shape. A bag of tricks.
Her secret life – a hidden album, a box of love letters.
A door opens and closes. Time is outside waiting.
I catch the draught in my winter room.
Airlocks keep the cold air out.
Boiling water makes flowers live longer. So does
cutting the stems with a sharp knife.
24, The Orchid Flower © Jamie Dedes
Just as I wonder
whether it’s going to die,
the orchid blossoms
and I can’t explain why it
moves my heart, why such pleasure
25, Keeping Orchids © Jackie Kay
The orchids my mother gave me when we first met
are still alive, twelve days later. Although
some of the buds remain closed as secrets.
Twice since I carried them back, like a baby in a shawl,
from her train station to mine, then home. Twice
since then the whole glass carafe has crashed
falling over, unprovoked, soaking my chest of drawers.
All the broken waters. I have rearranged
the upset orchids with troubled hands. Even after
that the closed ones did not open out. The skin
shut like an eye in the dark; the closed lid.
Twelve days later, my mother’s hands are all I have.
Her voice is fading fast. Even her voice rushes
through a tunnel the other way from home.
I close my eyes and try to remember exactly:
a paisley pattern scarf, a brooch, a navy coat.
A digital watch her daughter was wearing when she died.
Now they hang their heads,
and suddenly grow old – the proof of meeting. Still,
her hands, awkward and hard to hold
fold and unfold a green carrier bag as she tells
the story of her life. Compressed. Airtight.
A sad square, then a crumpled shape. A bag of tricks.
Her secret life – a hidden album, a box of love letters.
A door opens and closes. Time is outside waiting.
I catch the draught in my winter room.
Airlocks keep the cold air out.
Boiling water makes flowers live longer. So does
cutting the stems with a sharp knife.
26, Song Orchids © Pascale Petit
When the surgeons opened my mother
they found the rarest orchids –
the five-wounded sacred sleep
with ruby splashes on each bloom,
a blue-black hybrid like a bruise,
the dove orchid next to the flower in the form of a yellow serpent.
My mother’s song orchids sang to me
when I crept into the operating theatre
to say goodbye to her. Without flinching
I looked at that place where I once cowered –
landing-petals shaped themselves into lips and tongues
to whisper goodbye back.
27, Rabbit Orchid © Amanda Joy
He thinks dust
follows ashes
Ash bed,
history of fire
feed the sweet new growth
with its magenta ears alerted
to earth, silent break
out from black puddles
beautiful in words
without words
revealing
their absence,
proliferation of flowers
in the passage of fire
call out the herbivores
who call out the carnivores
to be buried in flame
28, The Orchid © John Arel
The rarest orchid in the forest stands alone on the green moss covered ground,
Silently singing,
Singing without sound,
Dancing and playing under a single beam of filtered sunlight,
Ready to be cherished and held tight,
The rarest orchid that only booms in the dark of night,
A quick, quick glimpse of beauty ever cast
A short glorious journey that will never last
God’s creation is insured
It’s singing will not cease, it’s voice will be heard,
29, Titlee’s désirée © Arijit Misra
Titlee was flying
In his chromatic scale so amusing,
Falling and rising,
Rising-falling,
Before again rising.
He reached his high note
When he saw Desiree,
The orchid flower,
She was waiting for the rain shower.
To cleanse her before Titlee makes love,
She was naked, shyness she didn’t have.
Titlee started loving her with ardour,
She’s also caressing him with equal fervour.
She started sucking on his proboscis,
She was in love with Titlee’s species.
She was waiting for her highest pitch,
And there she was about to reach.
Titlee was satiated before she’s finished,
And he flew away with his body tarnished.
Titlee was a butterfly so shameless,
He went home to his queen seductress.
Desiree was on fire but already lost her face,
Titlee had taken away all her solace.
Next morning Titlee came there hungry again,
He found the orchid weeping in pain.
She lost the only flower that she’d bloomed,
A girl had plucked the flower,
And left her doomed.
30, Blooming Orchid © Norma Arana
Stroking his palms on my mouth’s tip,
I bloom delicately
from a grind of kisses- my scented nape
pulsing down my stem-
and he opens the crevice
around floral depths.
With the beat of his yearning
we tremble as one;
my nectar overflows.
31, Butterfly Orchid © Sam Kauffman
Hidden
In tropical
Forests of humid hues
Gracious butterfly orchid ~
Regal
Royalty, yet so lowly,
Spreads her colorful wings ~
Treasured Lady
Orchid
32, Orchidaceae © M.L. Kiser
Delicate princess
sits and sips
nature’s nectar
ever so properly;
she will shine her
blossom throughout the year.
Grecian fertility princess,
a floral dining pleasure
that gifted offspring;
Aphrodite’s gift
to the family.
Coveted blossom
imbued with grace
is the orchid.
33, The Blood Orchid © Nimaanmi
It grew savagely cold
with a crack in the pulp of my dandy dream,
the blood orchid, my love when I fell from
the brow of a hill with my snow-white heart;
The weeds encircling the soaking wet
resident then wedged pee-wee pavements.
34, Wonderful World of Orchids © Pratanubanerjee
Truly ornamental plants,
Being delicate and exotic,
That graceful orchid,
Shows love and luxury,
Exhibiting beauty and strength!
Flower symbolism connected with orchid,
Representing love and beauty,
Showing refinement and thoughtfulness!
Majority of the flowering plants,
Present nectar to draw pollinators,.
Appreciate their visit.
Orchids trick pollinators,
Through pollinating and sticking pollinarium,
Over the animal,
Rather than offering reward.
Orchid representing family Orchidaceae,
Having 1, 000 genera
With 25, 000 species,
Beautiful flowered plants,
Found across the world,
Particularly in wet tropics.
Orchidaceae representing member,
Of Asparagales,
Coming under order monocotyledonous flowering plants,
Adding asparagus and iris families.
Perfect spot for raising orchids,
Might be windows facing east or south,
The west windows might be quite hot,
Northern windows might be quite dark.
Keeping orchids beneath artificial lights,
Final resort of great location,
For raising awesome orchids.
Flowers of orchids might fall,
After the end of blooming,
Orchids often hibernate,
Resting prior to blooming.
Flowers are dropping,
Might be due to overwatering,
May be caused by underwatering,
Might be lack of sunlight,
May be the presence of scorching sun,
Spoiling the growth of Orchid!
35, Orchid Lady © Hilda Conkling
Tan and green orchid,
Are you a little lady
Holding up your skirts
Above wet grass?
Do you wear a feather
Where that white is showing?
Is there ary color
Shut inside your heart?
I could be an orchid,
I could be a lady,
I could wear a feather,
I could step like you;
There is just the difference
Of your way of bowing,
And your tilted bonnet
And your satin shoe!
36, The Golden Orchids © Vachel Lindsay
In the snow-born waterfalls we found the golden orchids
Nodding in the moss beneath the thunder.
Though many a snowstorm there had come and gone,
Though many a wind had deeply snowed them under,
They nodded there, and slept in spite of thunder,
In delicate, serene and golden wonder.
37, Wild Orchids © Colin Carpenter
Your colors diffuse in hushed streaks
across synapses,
as empty spaces also become orchids
and butterfly petals reach for a scent
their counterparts in rain.
A fringed April is actually an orchid.
38, The Organs of Orchids © EP Mason
I hope that when I die
the insides of me
are placed into
the insides of the needy
so that they can bloom like flowers
And the rest of me
is buried with the Earth
so the prettiest flowers can grow from my bones
and bloom in my soul
knowing I gave my life to nature
and all her children
39, Ireland’s Wild Orchids © Marie-Chantal
Through the rain stained glass,
With a sickly purple hue,
I can see early marsh orchid,
And it makes me think of you.
The gardener’s son
Is looking at it too,
His sickly grey suit
Makes me think of you.
I was not born a bog child,
I was only passing through,
The Irish Lady’s Tresses
Made me think of you.
40, Orchids © Cassandra Huller
Round is the shape,
Pink are the petals.
Stem long and tall,
Leaves fluttered over, bent but not broken.
Roots deep in dirt,
Surrounded by a wall.
Some flowers fall but always rebloom~
41, Orchid Loves The Sun © Misty Britskaya
Was blooming in the sunlight you had shined my way,
The powerful sun, shining elsewhere, flowers wanting.
Blooming and fragrant giving.
As long as my sweet smells transpired to loveliness, My flower is satisfied, and petals drop off.
another time to bloom again,
Orchids wait years, the right moment, drenched in rain drop tears.
Clear, and now disappear.
Roots snug deep, fallen asleep.
42, The Orchid © Chattinatti
So many beautiful shades
adorn your petals.
The humble splendour
of your beauty
calms me.
You don’t bloom
without proper care
and attention;
like love.
You’re fragile
but strength lies
in your tenacious nature.
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