Poems About Tradition Seeking Friendly Advice
#tradition
Poems about tradition seeking friendly advice. Friendly advice and comments have been requested for these poems.
WillowsWhimsies
Poem Published
6th Apr 2025 11:43am
6th Apr 2025 11:43am
one to the next...
6 of 30
as so often happens
she just proved that old adage
{maybe it's just a joke...I don't know}
but it's so frequent I think it should be
...more than just accepted as a maxim
I opened my mouth
& my mother came out
it used to drive her crazy
not so much anymore
as she's seeing firsthand
the wisdom in what she's saying
was once heard emitting from my lips...previously
& sometimes we speak...
...in stereo
{I giggle}
while she rolls her eyes & purses her lips ...
as so often happens
she just proved that old adage
{maybe it's just a joke...I don't know}
but it's so frequent I think it should be
...more than just accepted as a maxim
I opened my mouth
& my mother came out
it used to drive her crazy
not so much anymore
as she's seeing firsthand
the wisdom in what she's saying
was once heard emitting from my lips...previously
& sometimes we speak...
...in stereo
{I giggle}
while she rolls her eyes & purses her lips ...
#daughter
#mother
#tradition #wisdom
#tradition #wisdom
87 reads
4 Comments
Zaynab_kamoonpury
Poem Published
2nd Feb 2025 7:22pm
2nd Feb 2025 7:22pm
Be choosy about change
Old is gold
Let this be told
for the 'good old days'
had some good old ways
So I'd rather not exchange
old lamps for new
lest I suffer like in Aladdin's tale
and loose everything of value
For if I lose my old lamps
I've no genie to restore my loss
So beware of modernist shams
Don't let change be your boss
The medieval days of extended families
when elders were respected
both for stories and homilies,
Passed on oral tradition
cultural preservation
You should know best...
Let this be told
for the 'good old days'
had some good old ways
So I'd rather not exchange
old lamps for new
lest I suffer like in Aladdin's tale
and loose everything of value
For if I lose my old lamps
I've no genie to restore my loss
So beware of modernist shams
Don't let change be your boss
The medieval days of extended families
when elders were respected
both for stories and homilies,
Passed on oral tradition
cultural preservation
You should know best...
#culture
#tradition
115 reads
13 Comments
GN101
Poem Published
15th Jan 2025 10:44am
15th Jan 2025 10:44am
Random Splattering
Sometimes you just can’t find the urge to go
So you have to turn to random splattering all around
Random splattering to urge the sound, random splattering of the mind, total drivel cannot comply
Here we are, oh why, oh why?
When darkness comes and takes a grip, I’ve seen melodies in the air, I’ve seen inside her underwear
But what do you care?
Oh dear, falling into yearning again, sweet liquid yearning, cannot the tallest of men hold their heads high to the wind?
Dive, dive into the sea but won’t you go on missing me, I gave my...
So you have to turn to random splattering all around
Random splattering to urge the sound, random splattering of the mind, total drivel cannot comply
Here we are, oh why, oh why?
When darkness comes and takes a grip, I’ve seen melodies in the air, I’ve seen inside her underwear
But what do you care?
Oh dear, falling into yearning again, sweet liquid yearning, cannot the tallest of men hold their heads high to the wind?
Dive, dive into the sea but won’t you go on missing me, I gave my...
#tradition
71 reads
0 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
19th Dec 2024 9:14pm
19th Dec 2024 9:14pm
Shh.. Just Listen To The Sandstorm Of My Lineage’s Peace
I define my soft caress unto the gentle wind
Close my eyes, traveling to a land long before the creation of sin
I hear the hooves of chariots as man stand in Allah’s image
Oh, greatness of thou Pyramids, Pharaohs calling within another dimension
The Nile, I bathed the heritage of my melanin in the bosom of its depth
The Ankh, my amulet adorned proudly around my ancestor’s neck
I breathed the air, so laden of roses,...
Close my eyes, traveling to a land long before the creation of sin
I hear the hooves of chariots as man stand in Allah’s image
Oh, greatness of thou Pyramids, Pharaohs calling within another dimension
The Nile, I bathed the heritage of my melanin in the bosom of its depth
The Ankh, my amulet adorned proudly around my ancestor’s neck
I breathed the air, so laden of roses,...
#culture
#moon
#sun
#tradition
#water
274 reads
2 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
17th Dec 2024 00:19am
17th Dec 2024 00:19am
Pueblo Wedding
Pueblo Wedding
Cruising the asphalt road to Cibola
Ancient Mission beckons
From the desert shore of a primordial sea
Now sear hills in a brown terrain of mountains
We follow the river of highway
Onto the parking lot
Of the church made from the mud of ages
Shaped by earthen hands of ancestors
Whose chants haunt the whispering wind
Upon parting the gates of the sanctuary
Low and behold a Wedding unfolding
We enter the sacred space
Where ancient art
of pueblo women gathering corn
is frescoed on...
Cruising the asphalt road to Cibola
Ancient Mission beckons
From the desert shore of a primordial sea
Now sear hills in a brown terrain of mountains
We follow the river of highway
Onto the parking lot
Of the church made from the mud of ages
Shaped by earthen hands of ancestors
Whose chants haunt the whispering wind
Upon parting the gates of the sanctuary
Low and behold a Wedding unfolding
We enter the sacred space
Where ancient art
of pueblo women gathering corn
is frescoed on...
#happiness
#love
#marriage
#tradition
#travel
93 reads
2 Comments
buckaduck
Poem Published
13th Dec 2024 7:45pm
13th Dec 2024 7:45pm
Palimpsest
Echoes of old stone-
Blood, quills, the stars all entwine.
A child's voice ascends.
Blood, quills, the stars all entwine.
A child's voice ascends.
#culture
#haiku
#hope
#humankind
#tradition
91 reads
1 Comment
Rew
Poem Published
12th Dec 2024 1:40pm
12th Dec 2024 1:40pm
C'Mon, Give It Up...
I've sure given up on giving stuff up
like all my goodies I'm supposed to quit
so New Years Resolutions can just get stuffed,
And I'll grow old and fat, stewed in my cups,
because giving up things can be the pits
I've sure given up on giving stuff up...
Like scoffing chocs, dribbling beer as I sup,
or hoarding tat as if I've sticky mits
so New Years Resolutions can just get stuffed,
Or ranting at the neighbour's cheeky pups, ...
like all my goodies I'm supposed to quit
so New Years Resolutions can just get stuffed,
And I'll grow old and fat, stewed in my cups,
because giving up things can be the pits
I've sure given up on giving stuff up...
Like scoffing chocs, dribbling beer as I sup,
or hoarding tat as if I've sticky mits
so New Years Resolutions can just get stuffed,
Or ranting at the neighbour's cheeky pups, ...
#villanelle
#LifeGoals
#NewYear #tradition
#NewYear #tradition
118 reads
2 Comments
Heart_of_Stone
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
141 reads
2 Comments
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
126 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
162 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
176 reads
0 Comments
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
204 reads
3 Comments
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