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.
OmenisNemo
Poem Published
Yesterday 4:20pm
Yesterday 4:20pm
Cooking
Tomato,
The blood of revenge;
I shall mourn until tomorrow.
Carrot,
Thy roots of evil;
I shall mourn until tomorrow.
Zucchini,
The hardened - softens;
I shall mourn until tomorrow.
Basil,
My will upon yours;
I shall mourn until tomorrow.
Potato,
That which rots will yield again;
I shall mourn until tomorrow.
Last joint,
Bring it to boil;
I shall mourn until tomorrow.
The blood of revenge;
I shall mourn until tomorrow.
Carrot,
Thy roots of evil;
I shall mourn until tomorrow.
Zucchini,
The hardened - softens;
I shall mourn until tomorrow.
Basil,
My will upon yours;
I shall mourn until tomorrow.
Potato,
That which rots will yield again;
I shall mourn until tomorrow.
Last joint,
Bring it to boil;
I shall mourn until tomorrow.
#moon
#shadows
#rebirth
#magic
#tradition
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Ely
E.A.Rothwell
E.A.Rothwell
Poem Published
7th Jun 2019 3:36am
7th Jun 2019 3:36am
Morality
I don't know of a single man throughout history
...who…
having discarded conventional ...morality…
in order to achieve a position of ...power…
has used that power
...benevolently…
for the good of their fellow man.
...who…
having discarded conventional ...morality…
in order to achieve a position of ...power…
has used that power
...benevolently…
for the good of their fellow man.
#corruption
#morality
#tradition
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11 Comments
slipalong
Poem Published
17th May 2019 6:12pm
17th May 2019 6:12pm
Storm in a teacup
The soothsayer has his runes
Cast them at the darkest moon
The fortune teller has the orb, its secrets cloud
Coins of silver for fortunes coming good and bad
The stars that will fortell our lives
Astrology its truth our birthday dates and times
But all that granny had was tea
In porcelain and earthenware repositeries
Cups and scaucers chipped and worn
The brew would steep till it was poured
A steaming brew with strenght to stain the teeth
When drunk, just left a reminance of leaves
To devine and see what lies
The...
Cast them at the darkest moon
The fortune teller has the orb, its secrets cloud
Coins of silver for fortunes coming good and bad
The stars that will fortell our lives
Astrology its truth our birthday dates and times
But all that granny had was tea
In porcelain and earthenware repositeries
Cups and scaucers chipped and worn
The brew would steep till it was poured
A steaming brew with strenght to stain the teeth
When drunk, just left a reminance of leaves
To devine and see what lies
The...
#astrology
#culture
#tradition
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2 Comments
Ahavati
Poem Published
13th May 2019 11:36pm
13th May 2019 11:36pm
A Quintuple of Poets: Part III
Anne Sexton, during 18th Century Beyrouth, Liban
was bleak throughout childhood—
adolescence stuck between teeth;
such awkward moments
mirroring an arranged marriage;
sowed what could not be spoken:
reticent, crippled words
beneath unearthed rows
resembling knotted yarn
unraveling posthumously;
immolates truth inside clay urns—
donned the unexplained expectantly:
daughters dressed as puppets
lips stained with pomegranate
posture perfect, traditional dress
feigned...
was bleak throughout childhood—
adolescence stuck between teeth;
such awkward moments
mirroring an arranged marriage;
sowed what could not be spoken:
reticent, crippled words
beneath unearthed rows
resembling knotted yarn
unraveling posthumously;
immolates truth inside clay urns—
donned the unexplained expectantly:
daughters dressed as puppets
lips stained with pomegranate
posture perfect, traditional dress
feigned...
#women
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#culture
#tradition
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13 Comments
inechoingsilence
Bumped 13th May 2019 3:36pm
18th Apr 2019 4:46pm
18th Apr 2019 4:46pm
Final Hour
If Heaven demands conversation
Who am I to demur in hesitation?
I go to the home of eternal sleep
Light a candle, say a prayer
Elevate a soul, blessing to keep
Take my place among the stone
Life before my eyes, sins to atone
The rain in the house of rest
Chills my skin, does not relent
Letters of prayer bleed to the ground
I perceive laments that have no sound.
Living water flows downward
I face the sky to listen
To receive what was always mine
This day I am mortal yet celestial...
Who am I to demur in hesitation?
I go to the home of eternal sleep
Light a candle, say a prayer
Elevate a soul, blessing to keep
Take my place among the stone
Life before my eyes, sins to atone
The rain in the house of rest
Chills my skin, does not relent
Letters of prayer bleed to the ground
I perceive laments that have no sound.
Living water flows downward
I face the sky to listen
To receive what was always mine
This day I am mortal yet celestial...
#religion
#faith
#spiritual
#redemption
#tradition
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Ahavati
Poem Published
12th May 2019 8:15pm
12th May 2019 8:15pm
A Quintuple of Poets: Part II
Mary Oliver in Edo Period Japan
lived as a subordinate
tending family land;
circumvented convention
when blood-letting
into slump-soiled cherry roots;
each blossom's scarlet-stained
heart worn on its pink sleeve;
groomed blue horses without fences
dazzling over squash-colored fields—
counted five species of mimicking loons
drowning tadpole voices
down woodland throats;
remained alone after best-
friend Ai was purchased
by an...
lived as a subordinate
tending family land;
circumvented convention
when blood-letting
into slump-soiled cherry roots;
each blossom's scarlet-stained
heart worn on its pink sleeve;
groomed blue horses without fences
dazzling over squash-colored fields—
counted five species of mimicking loons
drowning tadpole voices
down woodland throats;
remained alone after best-
friend Ai was purchased
by an...
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#culture
#MaryOliver
#tradition
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7 Comments
Jade-Pandora
jade tiger
jade tiger
Poem Published
12th May 2019 5:54pm
12th May 2019 5:54pm
White Sage
The lady of protection in the smoke
That drifts from sacred sticks’ alight of gold.
The air around, a scent that purifies,
By leaves of whitish-green in layered rolls.
The spirit of white sage embraces those
Who pilgrimage the deserts where it lives.
The southwest windswept clime of altitude,
To offer prayers to bless & clear their own.
The sacred cleansing by the Mother Sage
Is done within a ritual of fire.
To speak your thanks for sage’s energy,
To thus receive prosperity and health.
A mantra of release to...
That drifts from sacred sticks’ alight of gold.
The air around, a scent that purifies,
By leaves of whitish-green in layered rolls.
The spirit of white sage embraces those
Who pilgrimage the deserts where it lives.
The southwest windswept clime of altitude,
To offer prayers to bless & clear their own.
The sacred cleansing by the Mother Sage
Is done within a ritual of fire.
To speak your thanks for sage’s energy,
To thus receive prosperity and health.
A mantra of release to...
#nature
#spiritual
#culture
#healing
#tradition
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11 Comments
Tenderloin
Poem Published
11th May 2019 7:02pm
11th May 2019 7:02pm
Constructing The Pleasure
Tonight requires
special handling,
the goal
that you will start demanding
my lair awaits
in our dark traditions
hours we've spent
in all kinds of positions
I recommend you arrive
dressed for occasion
we've established the rules
of a bold penetration
Lips must be painted
and silk must be worn
trust in my methods
you'll find calm from the storm
Contraptions will keep you
at the hands of my mercy,
I will check you quite often
and devour what is juicy
I'll gauge your...
special handling,
the goal
that you will start demanding
my lair awaits
in our dark traditions
hours we've spent
in all kinds of positions
I recommend you arrive
dressed for occasion
we've established the rules
of a bold penetration
Lips must be painted
and silk must be worn
trust in my methods
you'll find calm from the storm
Contraptions will keep you
at the hands of my mercy,
I will check you quite often
and devour what is juicy
I'll gauge your...
#sex
#BDSM
#tradition
110 reads
9 Comments
DevlinDLC
Poem Published
10th May 2019 8:11pm
10th May 2019 8:11pm
you should see her in a Crown
👑
#tradition
204 reads
cabcool
Poem Published
6th May 2019 9:43pm
6th May 2019 9:43pm
love's golden cord (an octet)
an octet
my
foregone
conclusion:
for my soul drank
but a sip of you
yesterday, when music
and the spoken word were not
yet invented as conveyance,
while the soul stood in abeyance,
And love’s golden cord was naught.
but the ones who chose it
were the chosen few,
of a high rank
tradition,
thus drawn
nigh.
© Copyright 2019 May 06
my
foregone
conclusion:
for my soul drank
but a sip of you
yesterday, when music
and the spoken word were not
yet invented as conveyance,
while the soul stood in abeyance,
And love’s golden cord was naught.
but the ones who chose it
were the chosen few,
of a high rank
tradition,
thus drawn
nigh.
© Copyright 2019 May 06
#relationships
#FirstLove
#tradition
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ImperfectedStone
The Gardener
The Gardener
Poem Published
5th May 2019 5:51pm
5th May 2019 5:51pm
Rockhollow Series: Clyne
Weather: Blue skies, cool air, mostly dry
Plant of the day: Azaleas
Creature of the day: Squirrel
In the garden of Rhodedendron I remember you,
you in your gentle lilac hue,
you in your under planting of garlic.
Under the shelter of the aged boughs
I remember the feeling of air,
the feeling of Godliness in all we've created there,
as they created here
and shared it
with creatures and plants
in a most authentic way.
The donation of a life's work,
that is the garden.
Plant of the day: Azaleas
Creature of the day: Squirrel
In the garden of Rhodedendron I remember you,
you in your gentle lilac hue,
you in your under planting of garlic.
Under the shelter of the aged boughs
I remember the feeling of air,
the feeling of Godliness in all we've created there,
as they created here
and shared it
with creatures and plants
in a most authentic way.
The donation of a life's work,
that is the garden.
#nature
#passion
#tradition
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4 Comments
inechoingsilence
Poem Published
30th Apr 2019 2:04am
30th Apr 2019 2:04am
Wedding Canopy
Rainbows, purest blue sky, June sun
All those we loved witnessed, as one
Watched as I reached for your hand
You just bestowed my wedding band
And the glass was broken at your feet
Veil removed, smiling, our eyes meet
Faces flushed with pride, summer heat
We were so young, so painfully shy
This was the first touch for you and me
You had to be sure this was to be
Permissible for so many people to see
Your indecision stopped the ceremony
Even after our elders said it was fine
It was me who took your hand in mine ...
All those we loved witnessed, as one
Watched as I reached for your hand
You just bestowed my wedding band
And the glass was broken at your feet
Veil removed, smiling, our eyes meet
Faces flushed with pride, summer heat
We were so young, so painfully shy
This was the first touch for you and me
You had to be sure this was to be
Permissible for so many people to see
Your indecision stopped the ceremony
Even after our elders said it was fine
It was me who took your hand in mine ...
#love
#marriage
#religion #tradition
#religion #tradition
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7 Comments
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