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.
MJ-SWIM
Poem Published
30th Nov 2020 6:01pm
30th Nov 2020 6:01pm
The First Winter
Who will survive the first winter
After we give up, and it all ends
Who will emerge from snowy banks
With a deer-sled in tow, treading through the snow
And who will be frozen solid and twisted up
Lying somewhere in the frozen drifts
To be found by the coyotes sometime spring
And flies, beetles, or carrion things
Where will be in negative fifty
Without central heat with A/C?
When our cities are scorched out husks
Standing like monoliths in the frosty wastes
We will be the emaciated masses
Struggling with the withdrawals ...
After we give up, and it all ends
Who will emerge from snowy banks
With a deer-sled in tow, treading through the snow
And who will be frozen solid and twisted up
Lying somewhere in the frozen drifts
To be found by the coyotes sometime spring
And flies, beetles, or carrion things
Where will be in negative fifty
Without central heat with A/C?
When our cities are scorched out husks
Standing like monoliths in the frosty wastes
We will be the emaciated masses
Struggling with the withdrawals ...
#apocalypse
#consumerism
#tradition
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faithmairee
Poem Published
16th Nov 2020 2:13am
16th Nov 2020 2:13am
The Underlying Importance Of Everyday Things
I learned a long time ago
That there is no greatness
In having things
And yet, some things
Are entirely necessary
For ones survival
It's the underlying importance
Of everyday things
It's a truth of life
That seldom do people
Get everything they want
I have become content
In knowing life
Is better off that way
And that what's meant for me
Is sure to come my way
I now know
That writing and helping others
Are both necessary to
Fulfill the longings
Of my soul ...
That there is no greatness
In having things
And yet, some things
Are entirely necessary
For ones survival
It's the underlying importance
Of everyday things
It's a truth of life
That seldom do people
Get everything they want
I have become content
In knowing life
Is better off that way
And that what's meant for me
Is sure to come my way
I now know
That writing and helping others
Are both necessary to
Fulfill the longings
Of my soul ...
#TruthOfLife
#philosophical
#SelfDiscovery #tradition
#SelfDiscovery #tradition
45 reads
4 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
12th Nov 2020 1:20am
12th Nov 2020 1:20am
referencing high noon
seventy odd days to go, but he says he ain't going:
where's a lawman when you
need one, and yeah, I mean soon
where's a lawman when you
need one, and yeah, I mean soon
#tradition
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Blackwolf
Poem Published
8th Nov 2020 10:51pm
8th Nov 2020 10:51pm
Poe Entre
The Raven Is Silent Between Worlds
#spiritual
#TruthOfLife
#magic
#philosophical
#tradition
61 reads
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TheOralizer
Poem Published
3rd Nov 2020 12:46pm
3rd Nov 2020 12:46pm
IMPOTENCY OF LIES
TRUTH
I've never forgotten
the lessons I learned from
the Dharma taught by
Tibetan Buddist priests
in my quest for enlightenment
and reality.
I've recently been resurrecting
and meditating on a principle
related to Yin-Yang, the power
and role of opposites:
There is light and darkness,
Day and night,
Good and evil.
Truth and lies.
Etched in my cranium
are the words from a
teacher:
"A lie has never liberated
anyone, it may make it seem
to be so for a moment, but
in the end, will be...
I've never forgotten
the lessons I learned from
the Dharma taught by
Tibetan Buddist priests
in my quest for enlightenment
and reality.
I've recently been resurrecting
and meditating on a principle
related to Yin-Yang, the power
and role of opposites:
There is light and darkness,
Day and night,
Good and evil.
Truth and lies.
Etched in my cranium
are the words from a
teacher:
"A lie has never liberated
anyone, it may make it seem
to be so for a moment, but
in the end, will be...
#rebirth
#spiritual
#philosophical
#sacrifice
#tradition
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7 Comments
Randon
Poem Published
3rd Nov 2020 3:45am
3rd Nov 2020 3:45am
Grave of a Thousand Nuclei - Part 1
The streets were cold and unforgiving on the night in question.
They were slick, fake, and solid cold like the future in a car commercial.
I met Hazel around the corner at an atomic vomitorium.
I think the place was called Sal’s or Ace’s or something like that.
Anyway, when she walked in, her skin was rich with all sorts of protrusions and lacerations, and decadent bruising.
I was shocked. I couldn’t believe the Operative partnered with her would do something like this. And she was way too good to be caught behind enemy lines.
So, what gives?
The...
They were slick, fake, and solid cold like the future in a car commercial.
I met Hazel around the corner at an atomic vomitorium.
I think the place was called Sal’s or Ace’s or something like that.
Anyway, when she walked in, her skin was rich with all sorts of protrusions and lacerations, and decadent bruising.
I was shocked. I couldn’t believe the Operative partnered with her would do something like this. And she was way too good to be caught behind enemy lines.
So, what gives?
The...
#MentalHealth
#tradition
#obsession
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3 Comments
robert43041
Viking
Viking
Poem Published
2nd Nov 2020 10:04pm
2nd Nov 2020 10:04pm
Meandering thoughts (1)
So Allah stems from Dark Caverns
Such as in Yemen.
His creed spread like wildfire
Being so paternalistic.
God , seems to me, stems more from
Progressive thought
(Say from such as Calvin and Luther, eventually)
Though also with a paternalistic vision.
While Islam has its mind set in stone
And has some very drastic and negative bends
Such as decapitations, immutable shariah law
Intertwined and distinguishing not
Between Religion and State
The Christian God is more flexible
And sometimes its adherents
Just walk away...
Such as in Yemen.
His creed spread like wildfire
Being so paternalistic.
God , seems to me, stems more from
Progressive thought
(Say from such as Calvin and Luther, eventually)
Though also with a paternalistic vision.
While Islam has its mind set in stone
And has some very drastic and negative bends
Such as decapitations, immutable shariah law
Intertwined and distinguishing not
Between Religion and State
The Christian God is more flexible
And sometimes its adherents
Just walk away...
#religion
#spiritual
#tradition
38 reads
3 Comments
Blackwolf
Poem Published
14th Oct 2020 6:21am
14th Oct 2020 6:21am
Lineage From First Age
It Will Be :
Children's
Children's
Children's
Children's
Children's
Children's
Children's
Children's
Children's
Children's
Children
= 1008
.....................................
Original = 377
Earth = 291
People = 340
= 1008
Children's
Children's
Children's
Children's
Children's
Children's
Children's
Children's
Children's
Children's
Children
= 1008
.....................................
Original = 377
Earth = 291
People = 340
= 1008
#spiritual
#TruthOfLife
#tradition
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Blackwolf
Poem Published
13th Oct 2020 11:28pm
13th Oct 2020 11:28pm
Woven Into The Wampum Belt
I Shall Stand On One Foot , Cover One Eye ,
In Initiation , And Tell You A Story Of The Sacred
Hoop Of Creation And Seven Point Star Inside ;
I Shall Speak Of Two Columns , Number Symbols
One Equaling Spider And One Spiderweb , Eight
In Each Column , Like Legs Of Spider , Which
When Arced Into A Circle , Become Our Sacred
Dream Catcher , Which Cleanses And Purifies ,
Yet I Shall Speak , As If I Hold The Talking Stick ,
Speak Holding Talking Stick , Truth And Power ;
In...
In Initiation , And Tell You A Story Of The Sacred
Hoop Of Creation And Seven Point Star Inside ;
I Shall Speak Of Two Columns , Number Symbols
One Equaling Spider And One Spiderweb , Eight
In Each Column , Like Legs Of Spider , Which
When Arced Into A Circle , Become Our Sacred
Dream Catcher , Which Cleanses And Purifies ,
Yet I Shall Speak , As If I Hold The Talking Stick ,
Speak Holding Talking Stick , Truth And Power ;
In...
#spiritual
#TruthOfLife
#humankind
#LifeCycle
#tradition
83 reads
2 Comments
fieryangelsouljia
M6rr6g6n
M6rr6g6n
Poem Published
13th Oct 2020 5:25pm
13th Oct 2020 5:25pm
Of Wretched Things Pt. 2 the Well
Looking glass, scry
with eyes you plucked
from the weeping sky
so blessed is the seed
that harbors your hate
so blessed is your fruit
that tastes of hell
Sharpen your roots
and stab the earth
cover your jewels
with that wicked dirt
and hollow your bones-
fill them with disease
from the bottom
of the Well
I felt a child cry
somewhere your young
are left to die
somewhere blood shrivels
forgotten, in rivers
pulled from the earth-
the bottom of the Well
I kept time...
with eyes you plucked
from the weeping sky
so blessed is the seed
that harbors your hate
so blessed is your fruit
that tastes of hell
Sharpen your roots
and stab the earth
cover your jewels
with that wicked dirt
and hollow your bones-
fill them with disease
from the bottom
of the Well
I felt a child cry
somewhere your young
are left to die
somewhere blood shrivels
forgotten, in rivers
pulled from the earth-
the bottom of the Well
I kept time...
#dark
#evil
#ignorance
#despair
#tradition
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2 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
5th Oct 2020 11:38pm
5th Oct 2020 11:38pm
the cratchits it ain't
you're worried who we can
invite for christmas dinner this year is all about getting a
goose a little thinner, my dear ..
invite for christmas dinner this year is all about getting a
goose a little thinner, my dear ..
#tradition
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1 Comment
Insiderew
Rew
Rew
Poem Published
4th Oct 2020 8:41am
4th Oct 2020 8:41am
cleft for me
mound of ages, cleft of me
let me hide, myself in thee,
let thy supple lip now part
let me reach, that tender heart.
mound of ages cleft for me,
as those partings of great seas,
bring me comfort, let me nest,
untill my fearful, final rest.
mound of ages, mothered all,
from that first, awful fall,
let me hide, hide in thee,
mound of ages, mother me.
let me hide, myself in thee,
let thy supple lip now part
let me reach, that tender heart.
mound of ages cleft for me,
as those partings of great seas,
bring me comfort, let me nest,
untill my fearful, final rest.
mound of ages, mothered all,
from that first, awful fall,
let me hide, hide in thee,
mound of ages, mother me.
#tradition
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