Poems About Tradition Seeking Friendly Advice
#tradition
Poems about tradition seeking friendly advice. Friendly advice and comments have been requested for these poems.
Heart_of_Stone
Rachela
Rachela
Poem Published
17th Sep 2024 11:18pm
17th Sep 2024 11:18pm
Sacred Beauty Broken
people
are my religion
the ones
broken by society
the ones
that tried and failed
one more scar to claim
only to pick themselves up
over
and over again
these
people are sacred
the ones
honoring life
to find meaning
in the fight
living
in a state of grace
to stand within the storm
using their scars
as a roadmap to the stars
are my religion
the ones
broken by society
the ones
that tried and failed
one more scar to claim
only to pick themselves up
over
and over again
these
people are sacred
the ones
honoring life
to find meaning
in the fight
living
in a state of grace
to stand within the storm
using their scars
as a roadmap to the stars
#faith
#fate
#redemption
#spiritual
#tradition
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Pinkdreams
Poem Published
16th Sep 2024 2:46am
16th Sep 2024 2:46am
I Pledge Allegiance to the Disco Ball
I've asked for some things for my new classroom
and have gotten some of them.
I haven't gotten the extra bookshelf.
Or the Post It chart paper.
Or an American flag,
large or small.
Instead
when the vice principal
leads the Pledge over the PA system
my class and I face the blue disco ball
I got for $5 at Five Below.
We really like it.
I believe in sparkly objects
that catch and amplify light.
I believe in beauty.
It's a great icy blue color.
I believe in my country
minus the guns, ...
and have gotten some of them.
I haven't gotten the extra bookshelf.
Or the Post It chart paper.
Or an American flag,
large or small.
Instead
when the vice principal
leads the Pledge over the PA system
my class and I face the blue disco ball
I got for $5 at Five Below.
We really like it.
I believe in sparkly objects
that catch and amplify light.
I believe in beauty.
It's a great icy blue color.
I believe in my country
minus the guns, ...
#America
#school
#tradition
66 reads
2 Comments
wolfatthedoor1966
Poem Published
8th Apr 2024 2:03am
8th Apr 2024 2:03am
jazz fan
within range,
that music
loud,
bragging,
infectious,
sometimes
laughing
with
high pitched
communication,
infatuating
my senses
drifting high,
low,
smiling
while
coming off
the stage.
that music
loud,
bragging,
infectious,
sometimes
laughing
with
high pitched
communication,
infatuating
my senses
drifting high,
low,
smiling
while
coming off
the stage.
#identity
#music
#freedom
#culture
#tradition
105 reads
6 Comments
down2dirt
Poem Published
4th Apr 2024 4:56pm
4th Apr 2024 4:56pm
wonder land
the jingle bells are all quiet
colored lights no longer flashing
clinging to rusted nails
watching winter and spring clashing
street walkers, neighbors
try not to point, heads shake
yet the urge to leave anonymous notes
culls the committed from half baked
still no matter the season
or what etiquette deems
joy bubbles like a fountain
in this cul-de-sac of dreams
Frosty a lone sentinel
half hidden by uncut St Augustine
the savior of forget-me-nots
defies manicured schemes
the once fresh cut pine wreath
lies...
colored lights no longer flashing
clinging to rusted nails
watching winter and spring clashing
street walkers, neighbors
try not to point, heads shake
yet the urge to leave anonymous notes
culls the committed from half baked
still no matter the season
or what etiquette deems
joy bubbles like a fountain
in this cul-de-sac of dreams
Frosty a lone sentinel
half hidden by uncut St Augustine
the savior of forget-me-nots
defies manicured schemes
the once fresh cut pine wreath
lies...
#tradition
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Pishashee
Poem Published
29th Mar 2024 11:03pm
29th Mar 2024 11:03pm
Ambrosia Emotion
Early in the morning,
Early in the morning,
I had the thought
of sweet ambrosia.
Like a daily psalm
found in the Café Poem.
Tacked to a wall
where there was much
discussion on my mother.
An Easter morning long forgotten
and all that was poured in it.
The thought disappears into my sinew,
my sinew opens with the sweet aroma.
The aroma keeps burrow deep in my bones.
Early in the morning,
I had the thought
of sweet ambrosia.
Like a daily psalm
found in the Café Poem.
Tacked to a wall
where there was much
discussion on my mother.
An Easter morning long forgotten
and all that was poured in it.
The thought disappears into my sinew,
my sinew opens with the sweet aroma.
The aroma keeps burrow deep in my bones.
#mother
#Easter
#tradition
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3 Comments
sheepskinxtearaway
Poem Published
27th Dec 2023 00:01am
27th Dec 2023 00:01am
December is Coming
December is coming,
it'll arrive late at night.
While the snow falls sparkling from the sky, while I share a heartfelt conversation with an old friend,
and for some short while, I can play pretend.
December is here, but i'll stay at home instead.
Reading a book just for fun from the comfort of my bed.
With my wee ginger pal purring contentedly on my knee,
my thoughts dare only wander as far as my next cup of tea.
December is in full swing now, I felt it just before midnight.
After a day of joy and bravery comes that familiar...
it'll arrive late at night.
While the snow falls sparkling from the sky, while I share a heartfelt conversation with an old friend,
and for some short while, I can play pretend.
December is here, but i'll stay at home instead.
Reading a book just for fun from the comfort of my bed.
With my wee ginger pal purring contentedly on my knee,
my thoughts dare only wander as far as my next cup of tea.
December is in full swing now, I felt it just before midnight.
After a day of joy and bravery comes that familiar...
#depression
#grief
#death
#apathy
#tradition
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3 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
23rd Dec 2023 10:24pm
23rd Dec 2023 10:24pm
Honoring Your Inner Divine Sanctuary
Ladies, please make sure you check your breasts for the last month of 2023
Where has the time went, I truly hope as you cross the throne into a New Year
May you continue to monitor your health with regular yearly physicals, bloodwork, implement a healthy diet, and that also consists of exercise
If you are incapable get a stress ball and utilize it to keep the body healthy, and positive thoughts to keep the mind functioning in its purest form
Whatever your theology is, pray, chant, or as me, meditate to keep passage to you Creator clear
Where those...
Where has the time went, I truly hope as you cross the throne into a New Year
May you continue to monitor your health with regular yearly physicals, bloodwork, implement a healthy diet, and that also consists of exercise
If you are incapable get a stress ball and utilize it to keep the body healthy, and positive thoughts to keep the mind functioning in its purest form
Whatever your theology is, pray, chant, or as me, meditate to keep passage to you Creator clear
Where those...
#sun
#water
#spiritual
#culture
#tradition
327 reads
6 Comments
APissPoorShaman
Ryszard
Ryszard
Poem Published
12th Dec 2023 1:52am
12th Dec 2023 1:52am
The Last Christmas
Don't cry little one and open your presents this christmas year,
I know you want to wait for daddy, you know I do too
-He won't be coming home for christmas, they took him away
No honey your dad is not a bad man, he did what he thought was right
but they had surveillance footage and said he needed indoctrination
- Please darling open your presents and let me see your smiling face,
let me burn this image in my mind so a can never forget this day,
they'll be coming soon to take me away and give you a new home
- Let me kiss your tears away, I will always...
I know you want to wait for daddy, you know I do too
-He won't be coming home for christmas, they took him away
No honey your dad is not a bad man, he did what he thought was right
but they had surveillance footage and said he needed indoctrination
- Please darling open your presents and let me see your smiling face,
let me burn this image in my mind so a can never forget this day,
they'll be coming soon to take me away and give you a new home
- Let me kiss your tears away, I will always...
#spiritual
#mythology
#morality #tradition
#morality #tradition
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wolfatthedoor1966
Poem Published
31st Oct 2023 4:07am
31st Oct 2023 4:07am
santorini
those towering
stone cliffs
hold you,
sentinel like
monuments
at santorini,
they are
unmovable
cliffs
since conceived,
their first
breaths,
unapologetic,
that same
stable gaze,
from
countless eyes,
the waters
around you,
safe,
satisfied
below you,
each wave
rising, falling,
resting on
your shore,
washing
your feet.
stone cliffs
hold you,
sentinel like
monuments
at santorini,
they are
unmovable
cliffs
since conceived,
their first
breaths,
unapologetic,
that same
stable gaze,
from
countless eyes,
the waters
around you,
safe,
satisfied
below you,
each wave
rising, falling,
resting on
your shore,
washing
your feet.
#identity
#city
#beach
#culture
#tradition
140 reads
8 Comments
WillowsWhimsies
Poem Published
27th Oct 2023 12:42pm
27th Oct 2023 12:42pm
House rules...house rules...& mayhem
there were House rules
{before, during & after church}
none of them unreasonable & never once tested
we showered, brushed our teeth & sat down to eat
before donning the appropriate garment
heaven forbid we wrinkle or get it dirty
hair must be brushed until it shone
barrettes for the girls...boys hair must be smooth
only then were we deemed presentable
one by one we'd get in the car
none of our weekday shenanigans
we could joke & be silly
just be mindful of what we were wearing
upon arrival there were further...
{before, during & after church}
none of them unreasonable & never once tested
we showered, brushed our teeth & sat down to eat
before donning the appropriate garment
heaven forbid we wrinkle or get it dirty
hair must be brushed until it shone
barrettes for the girls...boys hair must be smooth
only then were we deemed presentable
one by one we'd get in the car
none of our weekday shenanigans
we could joke & be silly
just be mindful of what we were wearing
upon arrival there were further...
#love
#childhood
#memories #tradition
#memories #tradition
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robert43041
Viking
Viking
Poem Published
17th Oct 2023 2:44pm
17th Oct 2023 2:44pm
Ode to Belzébuth
On the altar as a sacrifice
To Belzébuth
Lays the young victim
Drugged to sleep
A vein opened
The blood flow controlled
By the High Priest,
The blood served in chalices
In a perfect mix of
Half blood, half wine of the highest quality
And served on silver plates
Along with honeyed waffles.
To Belzébuth
Lays the young victim
Drugged to sleep
A vein opened
The blood flow controlled
By the High Priest,
The blood served in chalices
In a perfect mix of
Half blood, half wine of the highest quality
And served on silver plates
Along with honeyed waffles.
#mythology
#sacrifice
#tradition
108 reads
2 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
29th Sep 2023 7:28am
29th Sep 2023 7:28am
a new society
A new society
The binary or the non binary, has awaken the devil in us
we can be what we feel like in the moment
Every instinct, the hidden fright of our minds we have through our culture denied pass, to our consciousness
are now invited to come up into the open in the name self -expression, and in the name of dignity welcomed
the last vestige of ignominy, has made us sub-human
There is no longer a cohesion, we are lone stars on the planet, free of obligation to fellow man, free to consider
we are indebted to no one but ourselves.
The binary or the non binary, has awaken the devil in us
we can be what we feel like in the moment
Every instinct, the hidden fright of our minds we have through our culture denied pass, to our consciousness
are now invited to come up into the open in the name self -expression, and in the name of dignity welcomed
the last vestige of ignominy, has made us sub-human
There is no longer a cohesion, we are lone stars on the planet, free of obligation to fellow man, free to consider
we are indebted to no one but ourselves.
#music
#consumerism
#tradition #risk
#tradition #risk
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