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.
prometheus5290
Poem Published
15th Sep 2019 8:58pm
15th Sep 2019 8:58pm
Sanitation
I wasn't always sane.
Watching tv
And listening to "adults" turned me this way.
How childish I used to be,
Playing with creativity.
But those ideas only belie
The futility of asking why
When conformity
Is the strongest way
To build my CV and resume.
Watching tv
And listening to "adults" turned me this way.
How childish I used to be,
Playing with creativity.
But those ideas only belie
The futility of asking why
When conformity
Is the strongest way
To build my CV and resume.
#culture
#tradition
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3 Comments
SexyInkMaster
Poem Published
12th Sep 2019 2:15am
12th Sep 2019 2:15am
The Good Ole Days
Ye olden days have gone astray
Much to our dismay
No more remoteless TV
Farewell to Channel 3
Limited selections viewed
Color screen subdued
Ne'er a recording by the hour
Or phone with wall power
'Tis memories of yester year
When there was nothing to fear
No locks needed on doors
No chimes needed for chores
The stove was well worn in
And everyone was thin
Neighbors knew you well
Many stories to tell
Tis' easy, simple time then
Yet all good things end
Much to our dismay
No more remoteless TV
Farewell to Channel 3
Limited selections viewed
Color screen subdued
Ne'er a recording by the hour
Or phone with wall power
'Tis memories of yester year
When there was nothing to fear
No locks needed on doors
No chimes needed for chores
The stove was well worn in
And everyone was thin
Neighbors knew you well
Many stories to tell
Tis' easy, simple time then
Yet all good things end
#technology
#culture
#morality #tradition
#morality #tradition
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PencilScribbles
Poem Published
8th Sep 2019 5:24pm
8th Sep 2019 5:24pm
Innocence
We are told to put away childish things.
But I will not.
I will not lose my sense of wonder.
I will not stop asking why.
I will not stop playing,
Or wanting to fly.
For what is wrong with thinking like a child?
What is wrong with speaking as a child?
What is wrong with understanding like a child?
Are children not the last to judge?
Are they not the first to make new friends and trust in the blink of an eye?
Are they not the one's who see a bird soar through the sky and openly exclaim their excitement for these little moments...
But I will not.
I will not lose my sense of wonder.
I will not stop asking why.
I will not stop playing,
Or wanting to fly.
For what is wrong with thinking like a child?
What is wrong with speaking as a child?
What is wrong with understanding like a child?
Are children not the last to judge?
Are they not the first to make new friends and trust in the blink of an eye?
Are they not the one's who see a bird soar through the sky and openly exclaim their excitement for these little moments...
#humankind
#freedom
#ignorance #tradition
#ignorance #tradition
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6 Comments
dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
28th Aug 2019 6:49pm
28th Aug 2019 6:49pm
Dada's Moralistic Throw'away. To Be Destroyed ASAP.
O, hope, let us pray for these dreary, menial minds
of ours,
as (our) humanity has taught us little more than selfishness,
hubris, idiot pride, material greed,
and a horrible propensity toward rushing that pandemic
of extinction
to all who live here, (beyond our superior species).
The only recompense left is to flood the veritable market
with delusions of being gods
made for little more than corrupt justice and
One-Day Prime swift gratification delivery.
All as it should be.
wwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww ...
of ours,
as (our) humanity has taught us little more than selfishness,
hubris, idiot pride, material greed,
and a horrible propensity toward rushing that pandemic
of extinction
to all who live here, (beyond our superior species).
The only recompense left is to flood the veritable market
with delusions of being gods
made for little more than corrupt justice and
One-Day Prime swift gratification delivery.
All as it should be.
wwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww ...
#tragedy
#greed
#culture
#morality
#tradition
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5 Comments
imbongi
Poem Published
16th Aug 2019 12:28pm
16th Aug 2019 12:28pm
KHOISAN
Khoisan lived nakedly with skins of predators ,
their land was every stranger's home like a-
house of the dead,everyone wanted to own,
until clever silky blond came with a coin,
bribing the solution.
Immediately the war became a televised channel
slowly, brains became mesmerized infant
''did what they were told ,
destroyed what they've known''
ooh what a shame!
as a result,
their grandchildren don't known anything
although their bones are drawn...
their land was every stranger's home like a-
house of the dead,everyone wanted to own,
until clever silky blond came with a coin,
bribing the solution.
Immediately the war became a televised channel
slowly, brains became mesmerized infant
''did what they were told ,
destroyed what they've known''
ooh what a shame!
as a result,
their grandchildren don't known anything
although their bones are drawn...
#philosophical
#tradition
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3 Comments
buddhakitty
Poem Published
11th Aug 2019 12:38pm
11th Aug 2019 12:38pm
America
Children playing
in a cemetery,
tormenting
ghost,
visiting their
futures,
learning to
read from
headstones,
"Misss...ter
P...P...Potts?"
Laughter from
inside screen
doors.
Sultry,
shirts cling
to backs
Cicadas throb.
Rolling on grass,
scent of cool
green.
Mosquito
itch
burning.
Cloudless
thunder.
Fire
painting
the sky.
Sulfur
hanging.
Amazement!
Fourth of
July in a
small...
in a cemetery,
tormenting
ghost,
visiting their
futures,
learning to
read from
headstones,
"Misss...ter
P...P...Potts?"
Laughter from
inside screen
doors.
Sultry,
shirts cling
to backs
Cicadas throb.
Rolling on grass,
scent of cool
green.
Mosquito
itch
burning.
Cloudless
thunder.
Fire
painting
the sky.
Sulfur
hanging.
Amazement!
Fourth of
July in a
small...
#tradition
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5 Comments
Angeliki
Poem Published
10th Aug 2019 5:28am
10th Aug 2019 5:28am
Countenant Dracula Saul Slash Hudson
#spiritual
#pagan
#redemption #tradition
#redemption #tradition
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2 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
9th Aug 2019 5:20pm
9th Aug 2019 5:20pm
CHO! (STFU)
Growing up,
I was never one to argue with grandma,
Then again I wasn't much of a smart ass,
But of the few times I ever gave her lip,
I quickly found out she didn’t take any sass.
The command that came from the little lady,
Was an unexpected and thunderous “CHO!”
It wasn’t Spanish or English, not even Chinese,
More like a coded shut the fuck up now and go!
My sisters and all my cousins also knew it,
At one time or another we felt the harsh blow,
It was like lightning fast reprimand not to argue,
When grandma got pissed off and yelled...
I was never one to argue with grandma,
Then again I wasn't much of a smart ass,
But of the few times I ever gave her lip,
I quickly found out she didn’t take any sass.
The command that came from the little lady,
Was an unexpected and thunderous “CHO!”
It wasn’t Spanish or English, not even Chinese,
More like a coded shut the fuck up now and go!
My sisters and all my cousins also knew it,
At one time or another we felt the harsh blow,
It was like lightning fast reprimand not to argue,
When grandma got pissed off and yelled...
#family
#memories
#tradition
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6 Comments
BobbyEdwards
Skeets
Skeets
Poem Published
12th Jul 2019 8:52pm
12th Jul 2019 8:52pm
An Amish Sweet 16.
an Amish teen
finds candy, cars,
cannabis, colors,
corduroy and copulation-
but she does not
know what they are
for.
“b.e.”©2019
finds candy, cars,
cannabis, colors,
corduroy and copulation-
but she does not
know what they are
for.
“b.e.”©2019
#religion
#misunderstood
#culture #tradition
#culture #tradition
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2 Comments
LivDiane
Poem Published
12th Jul 2019 6:43pm
12th Jul 2019 6:43pm
A Stickball Game
The ceremony drums are beating
In a steady thumping stream
You hear their sticks clashing
From each side of the teams
There are screaming children
And there are screaming mothers
The native skin all sheen with sweat
Over the cries of all our brothers
The stickball fans are all tense
As the drums rip through our chest
They’re head to head, toe to toe
And these warriors are the best
The fittest and feral felines
Tanned skin of the southeast
You can find our tribe down here
In the deep...
In a steady thumping stream
You hear their sticks clashing
From each side of the teams
There are screaming children
And there are screaming mothers
The native skin all sheen with sweat
Over the cries of all our brothers
The stickball fans are all tense
As the drums rip through our chest
They’re head to head, toe to toe
And these warriors are the best
The fittest and feral felines
Tanned skin of the southeast
You can find our tribe down here
In the deep...
#identity
#myself
#culture #tradition
#culture #tradition
86 reads
15 Comments
angel13moon
Poem Published
7th Jul 2019 3:49pm
7th Jul 2019 3:49pm
Legends are myths or myths are legends
Ever get told a story and they say its a legend or a myth, i know i do.
I think about these stories and go; well, how do we know if these legends are myths or the myths are actually legends.
Nobody would actually know because to us, they are just stories that have been past down from each member of the family but theres a problem with that through; wouldn't we all heard everybody story if we are all meant to be connected somehow.
This does confuse a fair few people because nobody knows the answer but do you?
The legends atemyths or the myths ate legends?
I think about these stories and go; well, how do we know if these legends are myths or the myths are actually legends.
Nobody would actually know because to us, they are just stories that have been past down from each member of the family but theres a problem with that through; wouldn't we all heard everybody story if we are all meant to be connected somehow.
This does confuse a fair few people because nobody knows the answer but do you?
The legends atemyths or the myths ate legends?
#tradition
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2 Comments
Ely
E.A.Rothwell
E.A.Rothwell
Poem Published
30th Jun 2019 5:48pm
30th Jun 2019 5:48pm
Octet... But, don't take it to court...
I
believe,
is a weak
disputation
yet belief wants no
proving, it won't work... the
ob-vi-ous fu-ti-li-ty
yields naught but wasted energy.
believe,
is a weak
disputation
yet belief wants no
proving, it won't work... the
ob-vi-ous fu-ti-li-ty
yields naught but wasted energy.
#technology
#faith
#tradition
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