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.
RiAN
Poem Published
4th Mar 2021 7:51pm
4th Mar 2021 7:51pm
A swans lamentation
I enter
a dream
called
Persia
I ask you
how many memories
does the leaning cypress tree have
Can you tell me in your mosaic
a language as old as the first mud
of the lotus ?
Your
Ceramics wear rose leaf shapes
we walk the tiles and the three silken strings
are woven, when it sings from bowl shaped body
we pick berseem clover flowers
adorn locks of our hair
honor the weeds
within a synched garden
through...
a dream
called
Persia
I ask you
how many memories
does the leaning cypress tree have
Can you tell me in your mosaic
a language as old as the first mud
of the lotus ?
Your
Ceramics wear rose leaf shapes
we walk the tiles and the three silken strings
are woven, when it sings from bowl shaped body
we pick berseem clover flowers
adorn locks of our hair
honor the weeds
within a synched garden
through...
#music
#admiration
#culture #tradition
#culture #tradition
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4 Comments
ANATNOM_GNIREFFUS
Poem Published
2nd Mar 2021 5:35am
2nd Mar 2021 5:35am
In the countryside
The plains erupt with crying
In the river valley no eye is dry
When the freedom of the west
Finally gives up and dies
Where once there were fields
Now stand tall buildings
And where there were herds of cattle
There is only concrete
In the river valley no eye is dry
When the freedom of the west
Finally gives up and dies
Where once there were fields
Now stand tall buildings
And where there were herds of cattle
There is only concrete
#culture
#tradition
15 reads
4 Comments
LostViking
Lost Viking
Lost Viking
Poem Published
1st Mar 2021 2:56am
1st Mar 2021 2:56am
A Sacred Union
#sex
#identity
#passion #tradition
#passion #tradition
96 reads
4 Comments
anewpoet
William Fox
William Fox
Poem Published
27th Feb 2021 00:10am
27th Feb 2021 00:10am
Victims Of Psychopathy
The entire human race has been
the Victims of gross psychopathy
for many centuries...our true history
our true self our true being our
true future all of these have been
grossly misrepresented and stolen
from We the People and this gross
Psychopathy that has been used
to rob We the People of the truth
and to bring us as much pain and
unhappiness as possible is very
real and our worst enemy on Earth
the Victims of gross psychopathy
for many centuries...our true history
our true self our true being our
true future all of these have been
grossly misrepresented and stolen
from We the People and this gross
Psychopathy that has been used
to rob We the People of the truth
and to bring us as much pain and
unhappiness as possible is very
real and our worst enemy on Earth
#identity
#freedom
#culture
#morality
#tradition
23 reads
6 Comments
_feral
Poem Published
26th Feb 2021 3:09pm
26th Feb 2021 3:09pm
binsi
i still
see them
sitting
in mimicked
palaces
like corrupted
temples
boys
who never
dared
to draw a
tear
infront of
elders
girls
who never
tasted
air without
idle
chaperones
bound to
feet
wherever
they
walked
and
the ones
seeking out
a wind
that never
turns
up
see them
sitting
in mimicked
palaces
like corrupted
temples
boys
who never
dared
to draw a
tear
infront of
elders
girls
who never
tasted
air without
idle
chaperones
bound to
feet
wherever
they
walked
and
the ones
seeking out
a wind
that never
turns
up
#LifeStruggles
#culture
#tradition
35 reads
6 Comments
archie23
Poem Published
21st Feb 2021 11:39am
21st Feb 2021 11:39am
PISSED STAINED GRAFFITTI
PISS STAINED GRAFFITI
I didn't do it...,.
I shouldn't have done it....
Why do you think it was me?
Because I confessed?
Hell..........
Everyone knows I'm a liar-----------
---------Because I told them I was
That made up graffiti mark name
isn't even in my spray-painted piss -stained
watermarked handwriting
Anyone could have painted that----
''''' ---------
way up on the overpass for everyone to see
looking down on me way down here
-----no fear, my dear------
...
I didn't do it...,.
I shouldn't have done it....
Why do you think it was me?
Because I confessed?
Hell..........
Everyone knows I'm a liar-----------
---------Because I told them I was
That made up graffiti mark name
isn't even in my spray-painted piss -stained
watermarked handwriting
Anyone could have painted that----
''''' ---------
way up on the overpass for everyone to see
looking down on me way down here
-----no fear, my dear------
...
#rebirth
#misunderstood
#tradition #karma
#tradition #karma
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_feral
Poem Published
12th Feb 2021 9:59pm
12th Feb 2021 9:59pm
an ode to the unseen
their voices
scratched out
in a world
still dominated
by large fists and
old ways,
their eyes
never seeing
past silver gates,
growing up
believing they're
ugly,
their feet
escaping dated
ideologies
and pressures,
sealed away
inside traditions
passed
down to
us;
because
god forbid
being a part
of anything
outside
of it.
you're worth
so much more—
when
you wave
your colours,
ideas...
scratched out
in a world
still dominated
by large fists and
old ways,
their eyes
never seeing
past silver gates,
growing up
believing they're
ugly,
their feet
escaping dated
ideologies
and pressures,
sealed away
inside traditions
passed
down to
us;
because
god forbid
being a part
of anything
outside
of it.
you're worth
so much more—
when
you wave
your colours,
ideas...
#culture
#tradition
34 reads
2 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
12th Feb 2021 6:07pm
12th Feb 2021 6:07pm
haiku for February 2021
Haiku
Invisible flowers
Hidden among razed houses
Jordan valley
Haiku
Army vehicles
Inside sat soldiers of doom.
Broken olive trees
Haiku
The heartless triumph
They lose their humanity
Apathy is their price
Invisible flowers
Hidden among razed houses
Jordan valley
Haiku
Army vehicles
Inside sat soldiers of doom.
Broken olive trees
Haiku
The heartless triumph
They lose their humanity
Apathy is their price
#politics
#morality
#responsibility #tradition
#responsibility #tradition
23 reads
1 Comment
_feral
Poem Published
31st Jan 2021 1:18am
31st Jan 2021 1:18am
tradition
echoes
a space
worn
out.
a space
worn
out.
#minimalist
#culture
#tradition
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Ashley_M_Hardy
Poem Published
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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Write-On
Poem Published
4th Jan 2021 5:56pm
4th Jan 2021 5:56pm
Statement by Georgian Gorgons
Carl Harris explains how many of his patients describe octopus or jellyfish behavior. It is a reflection of Harris' work that stoned him, not a medicine designed to solve problems quickly. They met at the Young Institute and were married in Madison where Estino the Aurel Gorgon and his three sisters - Medusa, Stano and Oriel (that's Horus, God, and Horcas to you) are children of Anima. Although the Gorgons interpreted the Greek texts differently than we do now, she was said to be his first wife. Traditionally, we always see Medusa's head yet we usually lose sight of the truth of her reality. ...
#mythology
#culture
#tradition
37 reads
AaronBraveHeart
Poem Published
2nd Jan 2021 4:51am
2nd Jan 2021 4:51am
A Bulgarian Girl's Letter to Black Women
I once have been braided
with colourful threads so Wild.
Strong, assertive, independant, unjaded,
I want to share a Tale of Fright.
When you refer to white people
as the true nightmare that overstepped;
I want to tell you about UnderTransilvania's steep hills
with mountains so pure and swamps, forests ahead...
There was a Great Empire
where the Bogomils were Pure in Faith
and Medieval Kings of Fire
put a banner in a new Land where they Stayed.
Khan Asparuh was of noble origin;
and his Sons spread the Teachings...
with colourful threads so Wild.
Strong, assertive, independant, unjaded,
I want to share a Tale of Fright.
When you refer to white people
as the true nightmare that overstepped;
I want to tell you about UnderTransilvania's steep hills
with mountains so pure and swamps, forests ahead...
There was a Great Empire
where the Bogomils were Pure in Faith
and Medieval Kings of Fire
put a banner in a new Land where they Stayed.
Khan Asparuh was of noble origin;
and his Sons spread the Teachings...
#grief
#spiritual
#historical
#culture
#tradition
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7 Comments
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