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.
BlueBeastGirl
Poem Published
26th May 2020 11:36am
26th May 2020 11:36am
Never Say GoodBye
She doesn't say goodbye
It's something her family taught her
That Goodbyes are said only when
You're okay with never seeing them again
Her Grandma once said that goodbyes
Are like closing the doors to people
Ending an encounter with...
"see you" or "talk to you soon" or "later"
Are all like leaving the door open
It's cementing the fact you want
To see them again in future
Goodbyes are permanent...
Goodbyes feel so very final
When people say goodbye to her
She has to remind herself
That not everyone is raised like...
It's something her family taught her
That Goodbyes are said only when
You're okay with never seeing them again
Her Grandma once said that goodbyes
Are like closing the doors to people
Ending an encounter with...
"see you" or "talk to you soon" or "later"
Are all like leaving the door open
It's cementing the fact you want
To see them again in future
Goodbyes are permanent...
Goodbyes feel so very final
When people say goodbye to her
She has to remind herself
That not everyone is raised like...
#rejection
#spiritual
#PTSD
#curse
#tradition
49 reads
7 Comments
Grace
Idryad
Idryad
Poem Published
26th May 2020 1:19am
26th May 2020 1:19am
Dock of Souls
at dawn there's a flicker of gold
faint with the morning dirge
night have given up Souls
sings to it, a new day
they come in liquid presence
four mystical whales
old sisters to carry souls
to gather with other sparks
what answers beauty from within
what calls to the deep like trumpets
who is the essence of them
transporters of spirit to beyond
souls left behind
swirl with the mists
screaming with the winds
forever tormented in this world, yet not
should they speak to you ...
faint with the morning dirge
night have given up Souls
sings to it, a new day
they come in liquid presence
four mystical whales
old sisters to carry souls
to gather with other sparks
what answers beauty from within
what calls to the deep like trumpets
who is the essence of them
transporters of spirit to beyond
souls left behind
swirl with the mists
screaming with the winds
forever tormented in this world, yet not
should they speak to you ...
#utopia
#ghosts
#hell
#mythology
#tradition
29 reads
2 Comments
missjem56
Poem Published
23rd May 2020 10:59pm
23rd May 2020 10:59pm
The Forester King (The Legend of Robin Hood)
The Forester King (The Legend of Robin Hood)
Twas but merely a hundred years
Harold with splintered eye, wept blood, not tears
William The Conqueror of Normandy, had battles won
As old Saxon Danes were badly out-done
Their fight for survival, had just begun
Enslaved by Norman Earls, Barons and Knights
After the death of Hereward The Wake, in fights
The Saxons were treated simply as serfs
Diminished in strength, morale and nerves
Their courage was now on its final reserves
Like Romeo and Juliet, two lovers barely met at...
Twas but merely a hundred years
Harold with splintered eye, wept blood, not tears
William The Conqueror of Normandy, had battles won
As old Saxon Danes were badly out-done
Their fight for survival, had just begun
Enslaved by Norman Earls, Barons and Knights
After the death of Hereward The Wake, in fights
The Saxons were treated simply as serfs
Diminished in strength, morale and nerves
Their courage was now on its final reserves
Like Romeo and Juliet, two lovers barely met at...
#mythology
#historical
#Britain #tradition
#Britain #tradition
14 reads
0 Comments
Grace
Idryad
Idryad
Bumped 17th May 2020 6:41am
27th Mar 2020 2:53pm
27th Mar 2020 2:53pm
Rainbow Tale
when the world was young
and colours were clear
when nature sung
songs that one could hear
twas said
when the sun shines
while it rains
the wind blows cold
when its warm
when man stands on solid ground
there will be harmony
and the worlds will become one
the axle of the world
will stop and align
allowing folks of parallel worlds
to stand together briefly
to see with unclouded eyes
colours of rainbows reflect on man
beware that time
for it was said
when man and rainbow folks ...
and colours were clear
when nature sung
songs that one could hear
twas said
when the sun shines
while it rains
the wind blows cold
when its warm
when man stands on solid ground
there will be harmony
and the worlds will become one
the axle of the world
will stop and align
allowing folks of parallel worlds
to stand together briefly
to see with unclouded eyes
colours of rainbows reflect on man
beware that time
for it was said
when man and rainbow folks ...
#identity
#tradition
128 reads
8 Comments
Morganpoet
Poem Published
12th May 2020 2:05pm
12th May 2020 2:05pm
REIGNITE
An unknown known,
a flickering light,
caught at the edge
of peripheral sight.
Crossing the path of
a wandering Bard,
she couldn't easily
discard a connection
to the ancient land,
with verse's easy to
understand, a fellow
traveller trying to
reignite what our
ancestors practised,
ones who write
rhyming lines
about important things,
so all can gain from the
knowledge one brings.
Morganpoet
a flickering light,
caught at the edge
of peripheral sight.
Crossing the path of
a wandering Bard,
she couldn't easily
discard a connection
to the ancient land,
with verse's easy to
understand, a fellow
traveller trying to
reignite what our
ancestors practised,
ones who write
rhyming lines
about important things,
so all can gain from the
knowledge one brings.
Morganpoet
#WritingPoetry
#culture
#tradition
31 reads
2 Comments
Joseph-Zenieh
Poem Published
7th May 2020 9:10pm
7th May 2020 9:10pm
THUS ARE OUR PEOPLE.
THUS ARE OUR PEOPLE.
One swift look, and l will touch the clouds,
and explore the sky to see cloud nine.
There, l build a room on its white stretch
and we go together, you and l.
We will be so far from your kin's eyes,
sitting for some time your hand in mine,
and our souls are free to roam around,
floating on the clouds which are as fine.
We return in time to shun the blame
as they do not know our love is pure.
Love for us is floating on cloud nine,
but our people hate our girls to love.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
ALL...
One swift look, and l will touch the clouds,
and explore the sky to see cloud nine.
There, l build a room on its white stretch
and we go together, you and l.
We will be so far from your kin's eyes,
sitting for some time your hand in mine,
and our souls are free to roam around,
floating on the clouds which are as fine.
We return in time to shun the blame
as they do not know our love is pure.
Love for us is floating on cloud nine,
but our people hate our girls to love.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
ALL...
#tradition
38 reads
10 Comments
MatthewConrad
Poem Published
3rd May 2020 2:11am
3rd May 2020 2:11am
Dante and Virgil and me and some Horace
i must be in one of those... "moods"...
i must be in such circumstances follow an almost
ritual: the beauty of life...
coupled with the "fairness" of it...
notably when sharing it with people:
of a more... "south of the border"...
a more sour invitation to it...
my "free will": my... what little is it...
when someone else might: rest assured...
express his or her... "alternative"...
this a choice...
the wine has ran! down into the gob that
sometimes forgets to thirst...
and...
i must be in such circumstances follow an almost
ritual: the beauty of life...
coupled with the "fairness" of it...
notably when sharing it with people:
of a more... "south of the border"...
a more sour invitation to it...
my "free will": my... what little is it...
when someone else might: rest assured...
express his or her... "alternative"...
this a choice...
the wine has ran! down into the gob that
sometimes forgets to thirst...
and...
#identity
#freedom
#culture
#StreamOfConsciousness
#tradition
30 reads
1 Comment
cabcool
Poem Published
27th Apr 2020 9:36pm
27th Apr 2020 9:36pm
carnival spree
carnival
comes naked down broad street
buttocks and breasts accrete
on jam packed mobile catwalk trucks
slack guts held in tight tucks
ordinal
gyrations draw loose tongues
of men unduly hung
by painted bodies scantly clad
costumed from trinidad
marginal
the human nous that has prevailed
odessa thus with dread assailed
© Copyright 2020 April 25
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
comes naked down broad street
buttocks and breasts accrete
on jam packed mobile catwalk trucks
slack guts held in tight tucks
ordinal
gyrations draw loose tongues
of men unduly hung
by painted bodies scantly clad
costumed from trinidad
marginal
the human nous that has prevailed
odessa thus with dread assailed
© Copyright 2020 April 25
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
#spring
#PopCulture
#culture #tradition
#culture #tradition
47 reads
2 Comments
MatthewConrad
Poem Published
26th Apr 2020 2:56am
26th Apr 2020 2:56am
í hiechyd ac tragwyddoldeb! (the blitzkriegouvertüre)
my neighbour is having a solitary moment
with a wee bonfire in the backyard...
don't ask me... i watched his father trim the grass
a few hours ago...
maybe he's burning that...
or... whatever the reason... it's in the corner
of my eye... and the flame is big...
and small enough... that.. if warranted...
would make a great... theatre of soliloquy...
i'm yet to see a shadow enlarged
and gesticulating that it's talking...
with a raised arm... the other arm playing
the gratified ballerina when the applause comes...
hand entombing...
with a wee bonfire in the backyard...
don't ask me... i watched his father trim the grass
a few hours ago...
maybe he's burning that...
or... whatever the reason... it's in the corner
of my eye... and the flame is big...
and small enough... that.. if warranted...
would make a great... theatre of soliloquy...
i'm yet to see a shadow enlarged
and gesticulating that it's talking...
with a raised arm... the other arm playing
the gratified ballerina when the applause comes...
hand entombing...
#StreamOfConsciousness
#tradition
35 reads
4 Comments
Angeliki
Poem Published
25th Apr 2020 8:35am
25th Apr 2020 8:35am
Growing High
Arrested I was born
The narrator burnt alive
You are too intelligent
Kill rape murder and lies
Run away into the sea
Ocean waves come crashing slowly at me
Suffocating you are in my dream
Slowly occupy the vacancy
a flightless moth gives into you to see
Below the fire never stops burning
Growing higher and higher always yearning
Do you want to be love today
I'll play the role when your done
Both together will be buried alive
Culture will save us
The bluebird flies
End of rope
Who built the noose
Did he...
The narrator burnt alive
You are too intelligent
Kill rape murder and lies
Run away into the sea
Ocean waves come crashing slowly at me
Suffocating you are in my dream
Slowly occupy the vacancy
a flightless moth gives into you to see
Below the fire never stops burning
Growing higher and higher always yearning
Do you want to be love today
I'll play the role when your done
Both together will be buried alive
Culture will save us
The bluebird flies
End of rope
Who built the noose
Did he...
#love
#murder
#identity
#tragedy
#tradition
64 reads
0 Comments
emilybronte
Poem Published
25th Apr 2020 1:44am
25th Apr 2020 1:44am
un-sanctified worship ©
Sometimes -
she looks cold, and bitter
Wearing-
the leftover robe of Winter
Like spit on the ground
Her messed up land
Makes cows frown
In December
She never smiles
Mile after mile -
Sandstone cries to Moon
To ease her pain come afternoon
Sun hears her prayers, and proclaims-
Sandstone will burn in vain
Sage and Cactus create abstract Maze
Coyotes shadow dance - at end of day
Stone romanced through the haze
On canyon walls time scrawls pictures
Unframed-
...
she looks cold, and bitter
Wearing-
the leftover robe of Winter
Like spit on the ground
Her messed up land
Makes cows frown
In December
She never smiles
Mile after mile -
Sandstone cries to Moon
To ease her pain come afternoon
Sun hears her prayers, and proclaims-
Sandstone will burn in vain
Sage and Cactus create abstract Maze
Coyotes shadow dance - at end of day
Stone romanced through the haze
On canyon walls time scrawls pictures
Unframed-
...
#strength
#nature
#ghosts
#respect
#tradition
54 reads
6 Comments
LokiOfLiterati
Poem Published
24th Apr 2020 10:40am
24th Apr 2020 10:40am
NaPoWrimo 23/30 Tip of flow
What counts is what you put your time in. That graceful rising pace / Rhizomes in space / Probability maps infinite hundreds of tiers / Thunderclaps in the stratosphere / When those stacks collapse / What could’ve happened / Is the echo we hear / Mirror mythology nearer / To social ontology / Here and now under scrutiny / Luck is preparation meeting opportunity / Fuck, are we all really waiting on Herd Immunity? / Captain Mutiny warns the ‘Touched’ don’t control the skies / Yet we all roll that die / Your soul or mine? / Unfold and we dine / When these hot times turn cold / And what’s old...
#spiritual
#TruthOfLife
#sacrifice #tradition
#sacrifice #tradition
28 reads
0 Comments
DU Poetry : Poems about Traditions and Customs
