Poems about Traditions and Customs
#tradition
Poems about traditions, customs and heritage. Poetry about beliefs and a way of life, passed down through a group or society. Poems with origins in the past, about a tradition, symbolism or culture which has stood the test of time.
BatPowers
Bat Powers
Bat Powers
Poem Published
7th Mar 2025 2:27am
7th Mar 2025 2:27am
Neighbors
We fucked ourselves
screwed the pooch
prayed to the god of money
showered us with love and praise
in the land of milk and honey
we waited and we waited
for the money to fall
from a sky of amber waves
thought dancing with the devil
would get us what we need
the walls been breached
your souls been sold
for gold and rotted seed
i look to my neighbor
think to myself
does he bleed like i bleed
shame on you shame on me
maybe its time for shame to leave
it's my neighbor again
he's bust through the door ...
screwed the pooch
prayed to the god of money
showered us with love and praise
in the land of milk and honey
we waited and we waited
for the money to fall
from a sky of amber waves
thought dancing with the devil
would get us what we need
the walls been breached
your souls been sold
for gold and rotted seed
i look to my neighbor
think to myself
does he bleed like i bleed
shame on you shame on me
maybe its time for shame to leave
it's my neighbor again
he's bust through the door ...
#culture
#dialogue
#tradition
41 reads
4 Comments
Pinkdreams
Poem Published
2nd Mar 2025 3:27am
2nd Mar 2025 3:27am
Dating is Dated (or should be)
Much like kindergarten
prepares children for childhood
the 1950s model of dating
prepared young men and women for their adult roles.
In the old days
the man was the provider
so he paid on dates.
The woman took great care with her appearance,
a crucial part of her role.
Sometimes the man ordered for the woman in restaurants
without even consulting her.
I wouldn't have survived.
"The lady will have the salmon"
"Eww! I will not. I HATE fish!"
That would have...
prepares children for childhood
the 1950s model of dating
prepared young men and women for their adult roles.
In the old days
the man was the provider
so he paid on dates.
The woman took great care with her appearance,
a crucial part of her role.
Sometimes the man ordered for the woman in restaurants
without even consulting her.
I wouldn't have survived.
"The lady will have the salmon"
"Eww! I will not. I HATE fish!"
That would have...
#culture
#dating
#tradition
84 reads
9 Comments
Knotshaker
Poem Published
1st Mar 2025 2:00pm
1st Mar 2025 2:00pm
Walls
Look at these walls. They’re everywhere decreed.
Inside me. Inside you. Between us too.
‘tween my neighbors and me, walls intercede.
Houses of walls, fences blocking the view.
South at the border they build chunks of walls.
Hate chunks and fear chunks materialized
Steely expressions of bigoted drawls.
Essence of lynch mobs surrealialized.
A dike is a wall. It holds back the sea
Minds can hold walls that don’t need installing.
Billionaire dikes holding back you and me.
They mask the good; they hide the appalling.
...
Inside me. Inside you. Between us too.
‘tween my neighbors and me, walls intercede.
Houses of walls, fences blocking the view.
South at the border they build chunks of walls.
Hate chunks and fear chunks materialized
Steely expressions of bigoted drawls.
Essence of lynch mobs surrealialized.
A dike is a wall. It holds back the sea
Minds can hold walls that don’t need installing.
Billionaire dikes holding back you and me.
They mask the good; they hide the appalling.
...
#identity
#morality
#politics
#responsibility
#tradition
69 reads
2 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
21st Feb 2025 1:16pm
21st Feb 2025 1:16pm
Sensitive Heels
In ancient lands where heroes tread,
Achilles and Patroclus, their love widespread.
Through Trojan War, their bond was bold,
a tale of hearts, both fierce and gold.
With Troy behind, they journeyed on.
Their love's bright flame, a blazing dawn.
Olympic Gods, with hearts so kind,
bestowed their blessing fates entwined.
On fields of Elysium they roamed,
in laughter, joy, their spirits honed.
Achilles' strength and Patroclus' grace.
A love eternal, time can't erase.
In every battle, side by side, ...
Achilles and Patroclus, their love widespread.
Through Trojan War, their bond was bold,
a tale of hearts, both fierce and gold.
With Troy behind, they journeyed on.
Their love's bright flame, a blazing dawn.
Olympic Gods, with hearts so kind,
bestowed their blessing fates entwined.
On fields of Elysium they roamed,
in laughter, joy, their spirits honed.
Achilles' strength and Patroclus' grace.
A love eternal, time can't erase.
In every battle, side by side, ...
#LGBT
#love
#mythology
#passion
#tradition
62 reads
4 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
16th Feb 2025 8:23pm
16th Feb 2025 8:23pm
Knights stall around the table
Mirror, mirror on the wall
Error, error and that's all
Horror, terror and a fall
Warriors attend a call
Summoning in a mall
Everyone's a pall
Holly grail ball
Stand tall
Stall
Stall
Stall
Stall
Mirror
On the wall
Warriors attend
A call before the fall
Error, error and that's all
Horror, terror and a fall
Warriors attend a call
Summoning in a mall
Everyone's a pall
Holly grail ball
Stand tall
Stall
Stall
Stall
Stall
Mirror
On the wall
Warriors attend
A call before the fall
#heroic
#mythology
#tradition #tragedy
#tradition #tragedy
70 reads
12 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
14th Feb 2025 9:58pm
14th Feb 2025 9:58pm
Priestesses
Guardians of the flame,
sacred vows of purity,
to silent lives constrained.
Chaste in ancient Greece,
virgins bound by duty's chain,
faithful to the peace.
Under the temple's gaze,
Vestal's hearts in shadows dwell,
freedom's distant haze.
Solemn and restrained
lives of the Vestal Virgins
bound by their sacred duties
and so imposed virginity.
sacred vows of purity,
to silent lives constrained.
Chaste in ancient Greece,
virgins bound by duty's chain,
faithful to the peace.
Under the temple's gaze,
Vestal's hearts in shadows dwell,
freedom's distant haze.
Solemn and restrained
lives of the Vestal Virgins
bound by their sacred duties
and so imposed virginity.
#fire
#mythology
#prayer
#temptation
#tradition
71 reads
12 Comments
Jade72
Poem Published
14th Feb 2025 1:36am
14th Feb 2025 1:36am
Valentine's day
How on earth did Valentine's day evolve from ancient Roman traditions and the martyrdom of priest Valentine, to a celebration of romantic love?
It is such a mystery to me...
Never cared for it really, all this rehearsed staged display of a more modern tradition, born thousands of years ago from an execution.
Kind of changes the perspective of it doesn't it?
Besides, should'nt love be celebrated year round?
For what it's worth, happy Valentine's day...
It is such a mystery to me...
Never cared for it really, all this rehearsed staged display of a more modern tradition, born thousands of years ago from an execution.
Kind of changes the perspective of it doesn't it?
Besides, should'nt love be celebrated year round?
For what it's worth, happy Valentine's day...
#SelfReflection
#tradition
#ValentinesDay
117 reads
8 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
9th Feb 2025 7:38pm
9th Feb 2025 7:38pm
Embracing That Powerful Majestic Melanin
In the shroud of greatness, there lays the echoes of our silent truth. Therefore, whenever you utilize any of those universal patents, know that someone labored over, ideas, revisions, hopeful, they were not discriminated against just to represent their powerful intellects.
It really gives me such honor, to know that years ago, someone was thinking of making a life, a little less hectic when doing chores, jobs, by hand, then with love, patience, understanding, a formation, an equation came into view, then viola, a product of human usage was formed.
Yes,...
It really gives me such honor, to know that years ago, someone was thinking of making a life, a little less hectic when doing chores, jobs, by hand, then with love, patience, understanding, a formation, an equation came into view, then viola, a product of human usage was formed.
Yes,...
#culture
#sun
#tradition
#TruthOfLife
#water
198 reads
2 Comments
Zaynab_kamoonpury
Poem Published
2nd Feb 2025 7:22pm
2nd Feb 2025 7:22pm
Be choosy about change
Old is gold
Let this be told
for the 'good old days'
had some good old ways
So I'd rather not exchange
old lamps for new
lest I suffer like in Aladdin's tale
and loose everything of value
For if I lose my old lamps
I've no genie to restore my loss
So beware of modernist shams
Don't let change be your boss
The medieval days of extended families
when elders were respected
both for stories and homilies,
Passed on oral tradition
cultural preservation
You should know best...
Let this be told
for the 'good old days'
had some good old ways
So I'd rather not exchange
old lamps for new
lest I suffer like in Aladdin's tale
and loose everything of value
For if I lose my old lamps
I've no genie to restore my loss
So beware of modernist shams
Don't let change be your boss
The medieval days of extended families
when elders were respected
both for stories and homilies,
Passed on oral tradition
cultural preservation
You should know best...
#culture
#tradition
101 reads
13 Comments
mitjima
Lunarbitsh
Lunarbitsh
Poem Published
26th Jan 2025 10:50pm
26th Jan 2025 10:50pm
"Ordinary life" Pt. 2
Hidden behind tragic literature
seeking solace in anything but this place...
this ordinary life she chose.
the white witch found herself longing once more
but this time it was for space - for a chance to breathe again
interruptions occur more often now, this is motherhood.
the task was not explained
loving her kin, though easy... came with a heavy price.
reveling in the sound of rain drops
tap
tap
tapping...
seeking solace in anything but this place...
this ordinary life she chose.
the white witch found herself longing once more
but this time it was for space - for a chance to breathe again
interruptions occur more often now, this is motherhood.
the task was not explained
loving her kin, though easy... came with a heavy price.
reveling in the sound of rain drops
tap
tap
tapping...
#identity
#marriage
#motherhood
#silence
#tradition
71 reads
0 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
16th Jan 2025 4:28pm
16th Jan 2025 4:28pm
A triad of landscapes
While I can't draw maps,
let's imagine an alternate world where
Paraguay, Angola and Romania share borders.
Picture a landmass reshaped
by a mystical force, bringing together
diverse landscapes and cultures.
Angola's western coastline,
with its rich African heritage,
now meets the vibrant heart
of South America's Paraguay.
Together, they are connected
to Romania, bringing in the charm
of Eastern Europe.
This fictional world creates
a tapestry of unique traditions,
languages and histories...
let's imagine an alternate world where
Paraguay, Angola and Romania share borders.
Picture a landmass reshaped
by a mystical force, bringing together
diverse landscapes and cultures.
Angola's western coastline,
with its rich African heritage,
now meets the vibrant heart
of South America's Paraguay.
Together, they are connected
to Romania, bringing in the charm
of Eastern Europe.
This fictional world creates
a tapestry of unique traditions,
languages and histories...
#culture
#evolution
#power
#PowerOfWords
#tradition
92 reads
10 Comments
GN101
Poem Published
15th Jan 2025 10:44am
15th Jan 2025 10:44am
Random Splattering
Sometimes you just can’t find the urge to go
So you have to turn to random splattering all around
Random splattering to urge the sound, random splattering of the mind, total drivel cannot comply
Here we are, oh why, oh why?
When darkness comes and takes a grip, I’ve seen melodies in the air, I’ve seen inside her underwear
But what do you care?
Oh dear, falling into yearning again, sweet liquid yearning, cannot the tallest of men hold their heads high to the wind?
Dive, dive into the sea but won’t you go on missing me, I gave my...
So you have to turn to random splattering all around
Random splattering to urge the sound, random splattering of the mind, total drivel cannot comply
Here we are, oh why, oh why?
When darkness comes and takes a grip, I’ve seen melodies in the air, I’ve seen inside her underwear
But what do you care?
Oh dear, falling into yearning again, sweet liquid yearning, cannot the tallest of men hold their heads high to the wind?
Dive, dive into the sea but won’t you go on missing me, I gave my...
#tradition
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