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.
HumbleBill21212
Poem Published
Yesterday 12:43pm
Yesterday 12:43pm
A History
Adam and Eve,
First of all kind.
A snake and an apple,
Took over their mind.
Cain and Abel.
With a rock he was slew.
Out of Nod.
An evil wind blew.
Two by two.
The animals came.
Forty days and nights.
Brought Noah to fame.
Slaves from Egypt.
Moses left the land.
Into the desert.
All rock and sand.
David and Goliath.
A stone in a sling.
Solomon's wisdom.
Made a great King.
Books are written.
Testaments of old.
Throughout the Bible.
A...
First of all kind.
A snake and an apple,
Took over their mind.
Cain and Abel.
With a rock he was slew.
Out of Nod.
An evil wind blew.
Two by two.
The animals came.
Forty days and nights.
Brought Noah to fame.
Slaves from Egypt.
Moses left the land.
Into the desert.
All rock and sand.
David and Goliath.
A stone in a sling.
Solomon's wisdom.
Made a great King.
Books are written.
Testaments of old.
Throughout the Bible.
A...
#religion
#spiritual
#TruthOfLife #tradition
#TruthOfLife #tradition
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AverageJoe
Poem Published
18th Sep 2021 6:47pm
18th Sep 2021 6:47pm
Past and Present Things
There are degrees you don't know
Like a whisper as yet unheard
A distant shimmering glow
Though the way is yet unlearned
***
I'm the son of a follower of the god of war
A prodIgal son
Descended of wayfaring souls
A strange pooling of names vaguely stirs
Corsham and Dauntsey in Wiltshire
Lane in Cornwall, and Berkshire
Gloucester in Gloucestershire
And somehow Haworth in West Yorkshire
All distilling down to those last fateful steps in...
Like a whisper as yet unheard
A distant shimmering glow
Though the way is yet unlearned
***
I'm the son of a follower of the god of war
A prodIgal son
Descended of wayfaring souls
A strange pooling of names vaguely stirs
Corsham and Dauntsey in Wiltshire
Lane in Cornwall, and Berkshire
Gloucester in Gloucestershire
And somehow Haworth in West Yorkshire
All distilling down to those last fateful steps in...
#love
#family
#travel
#SelfReflection
#tradition
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blaberidae
Poem Published
14th Sep 2021 9:13am
14th Sep 2021 9:13am
husband, wife
our worn feet will bind
to chilly staves at dawn
and the chicks will cluck
as you stroke my beard mindlessly and yawn
the grandfather clock
will tick-tock steadily
I’ll pledge to wear that
shirt you patterned with praxis readily
you will faintly hum
and butter hardened bread
the umber will burn
and no newspaper will be left unread
in time
the bed won’t have to bite
and the kettle will finally sing:
‘this is precisely how things
should be like!’
to chilly staves at dawn
and the chicks will cluck
as you stroke my beard mindlessly and yawn
the grandfather clock
will tick-tock steadily
I’ll pledge to wear that
shirt you patterned with praxis readily
you will faintly hum
and butter hardened bread
the umber will burn
and no newspaper will be left unread
in time
the bed won’t have to bite
and the kettle will finally sing:
‘this is precisely how things
should be like!’
#marriage
#emptiness
#tradition
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SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
10th Sep 2021 00:35am
10th Sep 2021 00:35am
Incantation Of Being In The Now V (Blue Candle)
To the soft winds, unified voices, echoing on the winds traveling North
Weary feet galloping to freedom as a stampeded in the night, stars
above guiding its course
To the raging storms in the cloak of South
Sweat, blood, tears, silence of hindrance, chained speech, Come By Here
My Lord, rang from mouths
To the Sun shining its compassion for sovereignty upon the shores of the East
Divinity we break bread, alliance we greet, we sit upon the ancestral
land to reverence in peace
To the fire embers tossed in...
Weary feet galloping to freedom as a stampeded in the night, stars
above guiding its course
To the raging storms in the cloak of South
Sweat, blood, tears, silence of hindrance, chained speech, Come By Here
My Lord, rang from mouths
To the Sun shining its compassion for sovereignty upon the shores of the East
Divinity we break bread, alliance we greet, we sit upon the ancestral
land to reverence in peace
To the fire embers tossed in...
#spiritual
#TruthOfLife
#honesty
#culture
#tradition
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SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
9th Sep 2021 1:46am
9th Sep 2021 1:46am
Incantation Of The Beautiful Element Of Time IV (Pink Candle)
Asunder souls in suspension earthly they control
Reincarnated to face the unity for a mortal as I celestial patrol
Temptess, poetess, seductress, my sultriness I softly console
Tender layers of me peeled away, chants to the moon I pray
Standing in my nakedness, celestial origin I bow unto your humble grace
Light years away not adulated of this human race
Kisses unto you from my sensuous awareness ordained by the Fifth Dimension
My pleasures you claim between reality and...
Reincarnated to face the unity for a mortal as I celestial patrol
Temptess, poetess, seductress, my sultriness I softly console
Tender layers of me peeled away, chants to the moon I pray
Standing in my nakedness, celestial origin I bow unto your humble grace
Light years away not adulated of this human race
Kisses unto you from my sensuous awareness ordained by the Fifth Dimension
My pleasures you claim between reality and...
#moon
#spiritual
#mythology
#culture
#tradition
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The_Silly_Sibyl
Jack Thomas
Jack Thomas
Poem Published
9th Sep 2021 1:43am
9th Sep 2021 1:43am
Mister Dewer
adapted liberally from English myth
Across the Moor each night
he rides, his pack of hounds -
with glittered teeth
and slavering mounds
of jaw, ugly muscle pumping -
in cold obedience.
Like a coated toff meaning
to satisfy an uncouth need,
he whips his mare and bleeds
a brittle instrument of sound.
A pitted shinbone from
a satchel sewn
with stolen infant flesh.
The moon, by clouds of witness held
like a spoiled toff’s lady
wrapped in taffeta, looks on with haughty
eye. The priests will call...
Across the Moor each night
he rides, his pack of hounds -
with glittered teeth
and slavering mounds
of jaw, ugly muscle pumping -
in cold obedience.
Like a coated toff meaning
to satisfy an uncouth need,
he whips his mare and bleeds
a brittle instrument of sound.
A pitted shinbone from
a satchel sewn
with stolen infant flesh.
The moon, by clouds of witness held
like a spoiled toff’s lady
wrapped in taffeta, looks on with haughty
eye. The priests will call...
#evil
#scary
#mythology #tradition
#mythology #tradition
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BigVirge
Big Virge
Big Virge
Poem Published
9th Sep 2021 00:16am
9th Sep 2021 00:16am
"Ya Know It Really Is ! (Ingland’s Still A Bitch)" ... A Poem written by Big Virge 21/7/2019
Ya Know It REALLY IS ... !!!
England’s STILL A BITCH ... !!!
Linton’s Words of Scripture ...
Were Those of Honest Pictures ... !!!
That Showed What It Is ...
To ... Try To Live ...
Inna’ English Lands ...
When You Are BLACK ... !!!
Well Unlike Him ...
I Was Born And Raised ...
In A Place That CLAIMS ...
To Be The ... “ GREAT UK “ ...
Well Britain Or England ...
But Now The Ships Sinking ...
Because Heads DIDN'T Listen ... !?!
To ... Linton’s CLEAR Vision ...
Cos’...
England’s STILL A BITCH ... !!!
Linton’s Words of Scripture ...
Were Those of Honest Pictures ... !!!
That Showed What It Is ...
To ... Try To Live ...
Inna’ English Lands ...
When You Are BLACK ... !!!
Well Unlike Him ...
I Was Born And Raised ...
In A Place That CLAIMS ...
To Be The ... “ GREAT UK “ ...
Well Britain Or England ...
But Now The Ships Sinking ...
Because Heads DIDN'T Listen ... !?!
To ... Linton’s CLEAR Vision ...
Cos’...
#rejection
#money
#honesty
#hypocrisy
#tradition
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goldenmyst
Poem Published
8th Sep 2021 6:21am
8th Sep 2021 6:21am
Powwow Legend
Powwow Legend
Golden eye of sun ribbons swirl
On ladies spun out of cirrus
Whose shawls eclipse
The plaza where memories dip their quills
To write their fairy tales on western hearts
Of unicorn lullabies from fireside rivers
That deepen like the green of springtime forests
When the earth was young
And green as a maiden in love
Whose bonnet moans of feathery legend
Golden eye of sun ribbons swirl
On ladies spun out of cirrus
Whose shawls eclipse
The plaza where memories dip their quills
To write their fairy tales on western hearts
Of unicorn lullabies from fireside rivers
That deepen like the green of springtime forests
When the earth was young
And green as a maiden in love
Whose bonnet moans of feathery legend
#nature
#spiritual
#mythology
#dance
#tradition
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11 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
8th Sep 2021 1:01am
8th Sep 2021 1:01am
Incantation Of The Pale Horse III (Purple Candle)
If being of light of your scepter your irises have not seen through the
coming of glory through my primeval eyes
Denigrating from the oppressor’s hand of the beautiful pale horse
riding of mired knowledge not found in my garden of sweeten fruit from its
grapevines
Pillars of strength in the pedigree from the willowing strands of my hair
Unchangeable from West Africa my spirit roams to the tree of life in Proverbs
sanctified whispers in the wind, embedded of greatness in the soils of...
coming of glory through my primeval eyes
Denigrating from the oppressor’s hand of the beautiful pale horse
riding of mired knowledge not found in my garden of sweeten fruit from its
grapevines
Pillars of strength in the pedigree from the willowing strands of my hair
Unchangeable from West Africa my spirit roams to the tree of life in Proverbs
sanctified whispers in the wind, embedded of greatness in the soils of...
#spiritual
#TruthOfLife
#philosophical
#culture
#tradition
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SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
5th Sep 2021 6:00pm
5th Sep 2021 6:00pm
Incantation of Spiritual Order II (Red Candle)
Whispered strangulation winds tells me
As my Dragon Blood Incense bellows in the wind to allow the direction of my mind free
The seven Chakras may it guide my conscious of awareness to the powers that be
Voices from my ancestries’ belief is stronger than the calamity of a concealed demon or earthly jinn’s
I give credence to Mother Earth as my intellect begins
I bow unto acknowledgment for those who are without sins
Spiritual manifestation of the serpent’s tongue
When hearts and chaotic minds continue to cast...
As my Dragon Blood Incense bellows in the wind to allow the direction of my mind free
The seven Chakras may it guide my conscious of awareness to the powers that be
Voices from my ancestries’ belief is stronger than the calamity of a concealed demon or earthly jinn’s
I give credence to Mother Earth as my intellect begins
I bow unto acknowledgment for those who are without sins
Spiritual manifestation of the serpent’s tongue
When hearts and chaotic minds continue to cast...
#spiritual
#TruthOfLife
#philosophical
#culture
#tradition
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Scarlett_Midwinter
Poem Published
5th Sep 2021 00:25am
5th Sep 2021 00:25am
In the Land of the Navajo
Turquoise, silver, bear claw, bone
Shapes of tortoise and buffalo
Wolves and eagles, bears and crows
In the land of the Navajo
Spread upon a lonely table
For hungry eyes to be regaled
These jewels and metals creature-shaped
Set against sun-kissed desertscape
Falling into a rabbit hole
Of swirling orange, sands of gold
Waves of heat, a sea of stone
For human fish to float unknown
With the burning dusty flow
In the land of the Navajo
Forests...
Shapes of tortoise and buffalo
Wolves and eagles, bears and crows
In the land of the Navajo
Spread upon a lonely table
For hungry eyes to be regaled
These jewels and metals creature-shaped
Set against sun-kissed desertscape
Falling into a rabbit hole
Of swirling orange, sands of gold
Waves of heat, a sea of stone
For human fish to float unknown
With the burning dusty flow
In the land of the Navajo
Forests...
#beauty
#summer
#travel
#desert
#tradition
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SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
4th Sep 2021 8:46pm
4th Sep 2021 8:46pm
Incantation Mystique
To the segon beat to ears like the will speak of thy heart pulsate
The intrinsic la lune and its beguiling enigma
Elevating the psyche to possess grandeur of its force
I the presence and gifted by the Loa of my ancestral rite
Garda from the strands of hair to the soles of feet
Under free will of cynical energy in the divine cosmorama
Touched the boarders of combustion you dare not
Maldjok you see, feel
In the sacred eyes of deities
Lack in sleepers for the believers of...
The intrinsic la lune and its beguiling enigma
Elevating the psyche to possess grandeur of its force
I the presence and gifted by the Loa of my ancestral rite
Garda from the strands of hair to the soles of feet
Under free will of cynical energy in the divine cosmorama
Touched the boarders of combustion you dare not
Maldjok you see, feel
In the sacred eyes of deities
Lack in sleepers for the believers of...
#love
#spiritual
#culture #tradition
#culture #tradition
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