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.
OyateInyanNajin
Poem Published
Yesterday 10:58pm
Yesterday 10:58pm
WHAT IS THE SOUND (10-27-2019, some expanded reflections on a classic, Japanese, Zen Buddhist koan; Palm Springs,CA)
what is the sound
of one hand clapping
perhaps the sound
of two hands not
what is the sound
of one hand washing
perhaps the sound
of water doing
all the work
what is the remedial
echoing sound
of your grievously frustrated
innermost longing
for all the things
you most want in your life
but presently
do not have
perhaps the more
deeply resonant
innermost whisperings
of simple heartfelt gratitude
for all those things
and...
of one hand clapping
perhaps the sound
of two hands not
what is the sound
of one hand washing
perhaps the sound
of water doing
all the work
what is the remedial
echoing sound
of your grievously frustrated
innermost longing
for all the things
you most want in your life
but presently
do not have
perhaps the more
deeply resonant
innermost whisperings
of simple heartfelt gratitude
for all those things
and...
#meditation
#philosophical
#SelfReflection
#spiritual
#tradition
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goodwolf1966
jimmy
jimmy
Poem Published
Yesterday 8:43am
Yesterday 8:43am
different places (same people)
someone
new arrived
in our
neighborhood
today, a
family that
looked
different
than
the rest
of the
residents,
their
language
was odd,
their dress
was odd,
but they
somehow
found
a way
to accept
our odd
language,
our odd
sense of
style.
new arrived
in our
neighborhood
today, a
family that
looked
different
than
the rest
of the
residents,
their
language
was odd,
their dress
was odd,
but they
somehow
found
a way
to accept
our odd
language,
our odd
sense of
style.
#culture
#freedom
#identity
#misunderstood
#tradition
37 reads
6 Comments
Pinkdreams
Poem Published
Yesterday 2:46am
Yesterday 2:46am
I Pledge Allegiance to the Disco Ball
I've asked for some things for my new classroom
and have gotten some of them.
I haven't gotten the extra bookshelf.
Or the Post It chart paper.
Or an American flag,
large or small.
Instead
when the vice principal
leads the Pledge over the PA system
my class and I face the blue disco ball
I got for $5 at Five Below.
We really like it.
I believe in sparkly objects
that catch and amplify light.
I believe in beauty.
It's a great icy blue color.
I believe in my country
minus the guns, ...
and have gotten some of them.
I haven't gotten the extra bookshelf.
Or the Post It chart paper.
Or an American flag,
large or small.
Instead
when the vice principal
leads the Pledge over the PA system
my class and I face the blue disco ball
I got for $5 at Five Below.
We really like it.
I believe in sparkly objects
that catch and amplify light.
I believe in beauty.
It's a great icy blue color.
I believe in my country
minus the guns, ...
#America
#school
#tradition
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2 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
1st Sep 2024 5:57pm
1st Sep 2024 5:57pm
Stepping With The Ancestors
Ohio State University what a beautiful campus, such great hospitality.
The Fraternities and Sororities made me so proud. This is a very nice college to invest your future in. This college offers Health and Mental Services for all students.
Thank you for the universal love
SKC
The Fraternities and Sororities made me so proud. This is a very nice college to invest your future in. This college offers Health and Mental Services for all students.
Thank you for the universal love
SKC
#culture
#LifeGoals
#tradition #travel
#tradition #travel
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AfterSexDilemma
Poem Published
30th Aug 2024 3:30pm
30th Aug 2024 3:30pm
My Confession
My confession is I'm the lesson.
I take the heat, and I burn.
I'm still stressin'.
I'm not pressin'.
Don't want anything in return.
I want you messin',
With my breasts and...
I want you sectioned.
Or upturned.
My confession.
Is the lesson.
It's the word, that is the bird.
I take the heat, and I burn.
I'm still stressin'.
I'm not pressin'.
Don't want anything in return.
I want you messin',
With my breasts and...
I want you sectioned.
Or upturned.
My confession.
Is the lesson.
It's the word, that is the bird.
#faith
#morality
#philosophical #tradition
#philosophical #tradition
102 reads
10 Comments
Carpe_Noctem
Poem Published
29th Jul 2024 5:51pm
29th Jul 2024 5:51pm
Not even second class
A fucking white male
So privileged
Far right misogynistic
Extreme family man
Nazi ad infinitum expelleleosism
The solution to this white stain?
Replacement
Or total annihilation?
So privileged
Far right misogynistic
Extreme family man
Nazi ad infinitum expelleleosism
The solution to this white stain?
Replacement
Or total annihilation?
#lies
#masculinity
#oppression
#responsibility
#tradition
99 reads
3 Comments
Bonanza1
Poem Published
3rd Jul 2024 00:30am
3rd Jul 2024 00:30am
Glory for Rations
There was an outpouring
Time used and not spent
down slots
Of old machines
Where the jackpot was kept
Within the cage
Rolling... it rolled
By vision not not
not fear
Did our fingers tremble
tremble tremble
From exhausted sinews
And the gaze over taped up spectacle
Was a vertical one
The vertical expanded
the horizontals' possibility
One of our own ...
Time used and not spent
down slots
Of old machines
Where the jackpot was kept
Within the cage
Rolling... it rolled
By vision not not
not fear
Did our fingers tremble
tremble tremble
From exhausted sinews
And the gaze over taped up spectacle
Was a vertical one
The vertical expanded
the horizontals' possibility
One of our own ...
#consumerism
#freedom
#tradition
89 reads
11 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
26th Jun 2024 10:50am
26th Jun 2024 10:50am
Inside Their Home
Well isn't it disgusting
What we do everyday
We don't even think about it
Until you have something to say
Pull the weeds
Pluck your face
Pretty on the outside
Mentally a head case
Maybe you should talk to your kids
Explain not to be so crass
Encourage them to wait to have sex
Except when daddy fucks them up the ass
It really doesn't matter
I'll go to church & prey
Wash away all my sins
My wife knows nothing, that I stray
Well isn't it disgusting
So many families are gross ...
What we do everyday
We don't even think about it
Until you have something to say
Pull the weeds
Pluck your face
Pretty on the outside
Mentally a head case
Maybe you should talk to your kids
Explain not to be so crass
Encourage them to wait to have sex
Except when daddy fucks them up the ass
It really doesn't matter
I'll go to church & prey
Wash away all my sins
My wife knows nothing, that I stray
Well isn't it disgusting
So many families are gross ...
#family
#morality
#rhyming
#secrets
#tradition
103 reads
8 Comments
thembinkosi98
Poem Published
15th Jun 2024 10:11pm
15th Jun 2024 10:11pm
Mvelinqangi (GOD our creator)
Mvelinqangi, creator of all
From the stars to the mountains, you stand tall
Your power and wisdom, beyond our comprehension
You brought forth life, with your divine intention
With a mere thought, you spoke into existence
The universe unfolded, in all its essence
From the rivers to the forests, your beauty shines
A masterpiece of wonder, all divine
Mvelinqangi, we honor your name
With gratitude and respect, we acknowledge your fame
You are the source, of all that we are
A symbol of hope, a shining star
From the stars to the mountains, you stand tall
Your power and wisdom, beyond our comprehension
You brought forth life, with your divine intention
With a mere thought, you spoke into existence
The universe unfolded, in all its essence
From the rivers to the forests, your beauty shines
A masterpiece of wonder, all divine
Mvelinqangi, we honor your name
With gratitude and respect, we acknowledge your fame
You are the source, of all that we are
A symbol of hope, a shining star
#faith
#religion
#spiritual
#tradition
#TruthOfLife
95 reads
1 Comment
buddhakitty
Poem Published
31st May 2024 1:59am
31st May 2024 1:59am
things ain't what they used to be
after work I stopped into
the oldest spaghetti house
in town for dinner
on the wall was a black
and white picture of Dean
Martin dumping a huge
kettle of pasta onto a
counter top
(Dean Martin was born
in this town)
the place, as usual, was
packed and filled with the
aroma of tomatoes, garlic
and bread
there's nothing fancy to
this place, just several
generations making
the best pasta in town
I'm shown a table
look at the menu ...
the oldest spaghetti house
in town for dinner
on the wall was a black
and white picture of Dean
Martin dumping a huge
kettle of pasta onto a
counter top
(Dean Martin was born
in this town)
the place, as usual, was
packed and filled with the
aroma of tomatoes, garlic
and bread
there's nothing fancy to
this place, just several
generations making
the best pasta in town
I'm shown a table
look at the menu ...
#culture
#tradition
91 reads
10 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
16th May 2024 4:53pm
16th May 2024 4:53pm
The third astral being
In the garden of the sky, where twin stars gently lie,
Gemini whispers secrets in the quiet night's sigh.
Two faces for the same coin, a celestial dance,
mirroring light in the sunflower's dual glance.
One side basks in the dawn's early light.
Eager for the sun's embrace, so warm and bright.
The other awaits the dusk, in patient stance,
craving the moon's cool touch, a nightly romance.
Together they stand, a sunflower bold,
petals like rays of sun out of yellow and gold.
Yet beneath the bloom, in the shadow's fold,
lies the...
Gemini whispers secrets in the quiet night's sigh.
Two faces for the same coin, a celestial dance,
mirroring light in the sunflower's dual glance.
One side basks in the dawn's early light.
Eager for the sun's embrace, so warm and bright.
The other awaits the dusk, in patient stance,
craving the moon's cool touch, a nightly romance.
Together they stand, a sunflower bold,
petals like rays of sun out of yellow and gold.
Yet beneath the bloom, in the shadow's fold,
lies the...
#astrology
#flowers
#mythology
#stars
#tradition
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2 Comments
poeticdelight
Hamid
Hamid
Poem Published
11th May 2024 8:22pm
11th May 2024 8:22pm
This man, ? No, Man
The road to humanity is strewn with thorns, spikes, with shards of bloody resistance,on
our chest we must creep to get to its heart, to which the roads are even paved with stark rejection,
merciless actions, irresponsible objections, and denial of the clear facts,,mindset fallacy and foremost false pretense..
And to the soul, the road is much more hard to follow, it passes over mountains
of patience, and across oceans of spontaneity, sail counter the flow of the actual
current,.......turn the hours back to original initiation..the soul is the...
our chest we must creep to get to its heart, to which the roads are even paved with stark rejection,
merciless actions, irresponsible objections, and denial of the clear facts,,mindset fallacy and foremost false pretense..
And to the soul, the road is much more hard to follow, it passes over mountains
of patience, and across oceans of spontaneity, sail counter the flow of the actual
current,.......turn the hours back to original initiation..the soul is the...
#culture
#identity
#morality #tradition
#morality #tradition
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