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.
Whyme
Poem Published
17th Jan 2022 5:03pm
17th Jan 2022 5:03pm
Our War is Over
We fought you for 800 years"
Those are behind us now
We fought our wars
We won our independence
Not all we wanted
Did we get
This is our country
All 32 parts of it
Not 26 or 27
They have no right
But our bed was made
The treaty signed
100 years and 1 day ago today
Now we live in peace
As much as we dislike
Our state of being
No more killing
No more fucking "black n tans"
No more hunger strikes
No more "H" cages
In the "Long Kesh"
No more "Bobby Sands" patriots
Need die ...
Those are behind us now
We fought our wars
We won our independence
Not all we wanted
Did we get
This is our country
All 32 parts of it
Not 26 or 27
They have no right
But our bed was made
The treaty signed
100 years and 1 day ago today
Now we live in peace
As much as we dislike
Our state of being
No more killing
No more fucking "black n tans"
No more hunger strikes
No more "H" cages
In the "Long Kesh"
No more "Bobby Sands" patriots
Need die ...
#anger
#hate
#frustration
#sacrifice
#tradition
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2 Comments
slipalong
Poem Published
10th Jan 2022 10:09am
10th Jan 2022 10:09am
Its your Birthday (acrostic)
Incandescence on this day ignites
The candles celebrating in delight
Special time is your birth right
Yesterday, with time to kill
Onward to the bucket list to fill
Uproot, rejoice and raise some hell
Resurect the dormant, party girl, rebel
Big it up, flash your ass, flounce your tits,
Individuality on the cards, so light the spit
Rave all night, get dressed up, let down your hair
Tap dance on clouds like Fed Astaire
Happy wishes reign in freefall
Diamond glitter scattered on your ego
Anything to make...
The candles celebrating in delight
Special time is your birth right
Yesterday, with time to kill
Onward to the bucket list to fill
Uproot, rejoice and raise some hell
Resurect the dormant, party girl, rebel
Big it up, flash your ass, flounce your tits,
Individuality on the cards, so light the spit
Rave all night, get dressed up, let down your hair
Tap dance on clouds like Fed Astaire
Happy wishes reign in freefall
Diamond glitter scattered on your ego
Anything to make...
#birthday
#tradition
43 reads
4 Comments
Eerie
Poem Published
9th Jan 2022 3:39am
9th Jan 2022 3:39am
D&D on a Saturday Night
Witches Brew is coursing through
my veins: cinnamon hot on my tongue.
My heart is backward into autumn.
It is my comfort.
I roll a D20. It’s a natural 1.
The story of my life.
I bring my guitar around,
sing a little song about the old country.
No gold in my cap, but enough
for a nights rest in a city
full of thieves and beggars.
my veins: cinnamon hot on my tongue.
My heart is backward into autumn.
It is my comfort.
I roll a D20. It’s a natural 1.
The story of my life.
I bring my guitar around,
sing a little song about the old country.
No gold in my cap, but enough
for a nights rest in a city
full of thieves and beggars.
#alcohol
#tradition
114 reads
31 Comments
Whyme
Poem Published
6th Jan 2022 1:47am
6th Jan 2022 1:47am
An ode to "The Ops" by Ashley_M_Hardy
An ode to "The Ops" by Ashley_M_Hardy
They, those viperous creatures
Those villainous parasites
They, who suck
Not cocks, not pussies
White and red
That, which keeps us upright
Corpulses that keeps us breathing
Those parasites in power
Who bleed us dry
Who turns a blind eye
Who fornicates with evil
Who empowers hatred
Those monstrous vultures
We call government
It's not just prevelant
In the red white n blue
But has been forever
In the green white and gold ...
They, those viperous creatures
Those villainous parasites
They, who suck
Not cocks, not pussies
White and red
That, which keeps us upright
Corpulses that keeps us breathing
Those parasites in power
Who bleed us dry
Who turns a blind eye
Who fornicates with evil
Who empowers hatred
Those monstrous vultures
We call government
It's not just prevelant
In the red white n blue
But has been forever
In the green white and gold ...
#corruption
#LifeStruggles
#God
#tradition
#vulnerability
64 reads
10 Comments
Ashley_M_Hardy
Bumped 5th Jan 2022 3:47pm
10th Jan 2021 2:53pm
10th Jan 2021 2:53pm
Greek Warrior Story
One night a great warrior who lived in Coram, Greece, prayed to the god Hephaestus to provide him with a broadsword made of the strongest steel. He sought counsel from the oracle of Delphi, and what she uncovered was a mystery, as usual the spirit was indirect and esoteric, but what was clear, was that a sacrifice must be made in order to initiate the will of the gods
He knew of a noble young lady who recently had a baby and paid her a visit.
He scooped the child up in one arm and took off
A pyre was lit in honor of this sacrifice to Mount Olympus, then he cut the babies...
He knew of a noble young lady who recently had a baby and paid her a visit.
He scooped the child up in one arm and took off
A pyre was lit in honor of this sacrifice to Mount Olympus, then he cut the babies...
#rhyming
#mythology
#tradition
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goldenmyst
Poem Published
28th Dec 2021 8:22pm
28th Dec 2021 8:22pm
Japanese Artiste
Japanese Artiste
Japanese waves painted on rice paper
That holds the ocean sway
For kimono-clad court ladies
With Zen garden eyes
Who play the Koto for the rising sun
Enthroned by the eastern sea
Whose golden petals unfold
In gentle tears from heaven
That gather like Shinto monks at a shrine
Where silent vespers whisper in the heart
For holy candles to light the way
To a forest of love
Japanese waves painted on rice paper
That holds the ocean sway
For kimono-clad court ladies
With Zen garden eyes
Who play the Koto for the rising sun
Enthroned by the eastern sea
Whose golden petals unfold
In gentle tears from heaven
That gather like Shinto monks at a shrine
Where silent vespers whisper in the heart
For holy candles to light the way
To a forest of love
#women
#Buddhist
#art
#culture
#tradition
50 reads
3 Comments
robert43041
Viking
Viking
Poem Published
23rd Dec 2021 3:56am
23rd Dec 2021 3:56am
Family reunion.
There was a gathering
Of God's family.
God the Grandfather
Coming over with dearest Mary
God the Daughter, divorced
And opening Her home
To family and friends
(And looking for a suitable suitor)
And God, Her Son,
Welcoming a few school friends,
One of them being
Quite a devious little Devil.
Of God's family.
God the Grandfather
Coming over with dearest Mary
God the Daughter, divorced
And opening Her home
To family and friends
(And looking for a suitable suitor)
And God, Her Son,
Welcoming a few school friends,
One of them being
Quite a devious little Devil.
#spiritual
#mythology
#pagan
#philosophical
#tradition
55 reads
5 Comments
ursa
Poem Published
14th Dec 2021 6:58pm
14th Dec 2021 6:58pm
Out for a Rip
Here in the 6ix
three-hundred clicks away
find a timmies-
double-double and a bit-
just a toonie today
then a mickey and pop
and to the Leafs game we go
where T Dot -good peeps -
seem like beauty Canucks
though
bit of a kerfuffle
when the Sabres score
and a fan beaks:
Whatchya oot and aboot for… eh?
Give’er.
three-hundred clicks away
find a timmies-
double-double and a bit-
just a toonie today
then a mickey and pop
and to the Leafs game we go
where T Dot -good peeps -
seem like beauty Canucks
though
bit of a kerfuffle
when the Sabres score
and a fan beaks:
Whatchya oot and aboot for… eh?
Give’er.
#friendship
#culture
#tradition
66 reads
8 Comments
Whyme
Poem Published
12th Dec 2021 3:03pm
12th Dec 2021 3:03pm
Hypocrisy
Hypocrisy
I want to talk of a tale
A story that's been a shadow
Been with me
For ever so long now
It's not a shadow of joy
It's more a knawing of despair
That shoves its unwanted head
At me every now n then
Have you felt the hypocrisy
In this, I voice my own
Predjuiced view, not of others
My bone of contention
Lays within the catholic religion
So much to say
About this outdated persuction
This abomination
These tyrants of destruction
They who lay their crooked laws
...
I want to talk of a tale
A story that's been a shadow
Been with me
For ever so long now
It's not a shadow of joy
It's more a knawing of despair
That shoves its unwanted head
At me every now n then
Have you felt the hypocrisy
In this, I voice my own
Predjuiced view, not of others
My bone of contention
Lays within the catholic religion
So much to say
About this outdated persuction
This abomination
These tyrants of destruction
They who lay their crooked laws
...
#religion
#faith
#philosophical
#morality
#tradition
110 reads
4 Comments
rubyredheart
Poem Published
7th Dec 2021 4:03am
7th Dec 2021 4:03am
A Better Way
Their god abhorred virgin sacrifice
and Massacred
women, children, virgins
for those sinful pagan practices
of exotic priests
whose lands they conquered.
But THEY
raised their girls a better way.
They sacrificed their virgins
to their god of abstinence.
They judged, derided, ridiculed, cast out
Their women, children, whores
The non-compliant.
While the dear little naive virgins
In a pious non-sacrificial way
Learned meekness
Learned to sacrifice their Lives, Desires
as servants, pawns.
Should they...
and Massacred
women, children, virgins
for those sinful pagan practices
of exotic priests
whose lands they conquered.
But THEY
raised their girls a better way.
They sacrificed their virgins
to their god of abstinence.
They judged, derided, ridiculed, cast out
Their women, children, whores
The non-compliant.
While the dear little naive virgins
In a pious non-sacrificial way
Learned meekness
Learned to sacrifice their Lives, Desires
as servants, pawns.
Should they...
#feminism
#morality
#sacrifice #tradition
#sacrifice #tradition
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SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
6th Dec 2021 3:39am
6th Dec 2021 3:39am
Home For The Holidays
From My Family To Yours
Happy Holidays
Mini-Production Brought To You By
Another K Production
Happy Holidays
Mini-Production Brought To You By
Another K Production
#Christmas
#holiday
#spiritual
#lover
#tradition
177 reads
15 Comments
Wired6
Poem Published
3rd Dec 2021 8:21pm
3rd Dec 2021 8:21pm
Santas' Stout.
Hip- Hip-Hooray!
Santa's on his way. Seated beside him,is Mrs. Claus.
On his sleigh are all the presents he'll deliver around the world-
And also in his hand is his Guinness Stout,- he can't do without.
Mrs. Claus tells Santa that he's breaking the Law.
You can't drink and drive she says.
Its a Sleigh Santa Claus says,it doesn't count.
Of course it counts- you're driving the Sleigh 2 all the houses on the ground.
So,come what may,you can't drink your Stout whilst handling the Sleigh reigns.
OK.Ok- I won't drink while I'm driving the Sleigh...
Santa's on his way. Seated beside him,is Mrs. Claus.
On his sleigh are all the presents he'll deliver around the world-
And also in his hand is his Guinness Stout,- he can't do without.
Mrs. Claus tells Santa that he's breaking the Law.
You can't drink and drive she says.
Its a Sleigh Santa Claus says,it doesn't count.
Of course it counts- you're driving the Sleigh 2 all the houses on the ground.
So,come what may,you can't drink your Stout whilst handling the Sleigh reigns.
OK.Ok- I won't drink while I'm driving the Sleigh...
#tradition
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0 Comments
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