Least Read Poems About Tradition
#tradition
Least read poems about tradition. Find an undiscovered masterpiece in the DU Poetry least read poems.
Cyndi_Moone
Poem Published
20th Dec 2022 7:04pm
20th Dec 2022 7:04pm
TRAIN A CHILD
Train a child in the way he should go
Is not only a question of the mind
But that of the soul.
Train a child with God's Word and bind
The Word to his hands and let it flow
Through the child's desert storm.
Lately, wondering if cute little fables
Legends and fairy tales do more wrong than good.
When all is laid flat on round tables
Do they create more damage than understood?
"They're just children!" Someone may say
Yet there's a long road ahead of affliction and pain
Why should they be damagd by winds blowing them away
Like...
Is not only a question of the mind
But that of the soul.
Train a child with God's Word and bind
The Word to his hands and let it flow
Through the child's desert storm.
Lately, wondering if cute little fables
Legends and fairy tales do more wrong than good.
When all is laid flat on round tables
Do they create more damage than understood?
"They're just children!" Someone may say
Yet there's a long road ahead of affliction and pain
Why should they be damagd by winds blowing them away
Like...
#faith
#TruthOfLife
#tradition
5 reads
0 Comments
Cyndi_Moone
Poem Published
17th Dec 2022 7:35pm
17th Dec 2022 7:35pm
MISCONCEPTION
Misconception is worst than a lie and worst than deception.
A lie stays within the bosom of the one who utters a lie
And deception is discovered and discerned sooner or later.
Misconception, however, spreads like wildfire
It's adopted, creating chaos and a world of confusion.
Misconception can become man-made traditional tales,
Adopted as truth, damaging the mind of those who do not believe
In corection once misconception is discerned.
It is by miconception that Jesus Christ
Told the Pharisees, "You teach the doctrines of Mankind ...
A lie stays within the bosom of the one who utters a lie
And deception is discovered and discerned sooner or later.
Misconception, however, spreads like wildfire
It's adopted, creating chaos and a world of confusion.
Misconception can become man-made traditional tales,
Adopted as truth, damaging the mind of those who do not believe
In corection once misconception is discerned.
It is by miconception that Jesus Christ
Told the Pharisees, "You teach the doctrines of Mankind ...
#religion
#Christian
#TruthOfLife #tradition
#TruthOfLife #tradition
9 reads
1 Comment
tomyaccusers
Poem Published
Yesterday 3:09pm
Yesterday 3:09pm
BEH
Beh..
Do you think I do not have the capacity to write something false about your private life?
Do you think I cant speculate you suck your husbands cock?
He spreads your bott*m cr*ack as you bend over the kitchen sink for him?
Or you smear your English clotted cream into his wibbly bits and sooks it all back off??
Every one can gossip Beh..
Every one can spout bullshit Beh..
And every one has the ability to speculate Beh..
Every one can make disgusting allegations..Beh..
It seems that even though you are adamant I am in the...
Do you think I do not have the capacity to write something false about your private life?
Do you think I cant speculate you suck your husbands cock?
He spreads your bott*m cr*ack as you bend over the kitchen sink for him?
Or you smear your English clotted cream into his wibbly bits and sooks it all back off??
Every one can gossip Beh..
Every one can spout bullshit Beh..
And every one has the ability to speculate Beh..
Every one can make disgusting allegations..Beh..
It seems that even though you are adamant I am in the...
#tradition
9 reads
OxyMoronicMe
G.L.
G.L.
Poem Published
3rd May 2019 3:44pm
3rd May 2019 3:44pm
HARANA
(Serenade)
Oh so sweet!
Courtship at its best
When heart's desire
Is expressed in musical
Singing your love out
As I, listened
Anticipating
Expecting
That it means more
Than meets the eye
Hoping...
That you and me
Will soon become us.
Tone-deaf or not!
Oh so sweet!
Courtship at its best
When heart's desire
Is expressed in musical
Singing your love out
As I, listened
Anticipating
Expecting
That it means more
Than meets the eye
Hoping...
That you and me
Will soon become us.
Tone-deaf or not!
#tradition
16 reads
3 Comments
BatPowers
Bat Powers
Bat Powers
Poem Published
17th Apr 2024 3:53am
17th Apr 2024 3:53am
Town of Dust and Bones
The street light buzzes day into night
yesterdays stench lingers in the summer air
wrinkles on my face from many days gone by
I say goodnight to Kelly Jo as she flips her sign to closed
Gailan holding onto the hope tomorrow may bring
no good answer for what comes next
still got fight left in us so we battle on
Theron gives me a wave and a smile
walk into Benny's he pours me a malbec
Rob at the end of the bar calls me a snob
raises his glass rings out an old Irish toast
the pet store closed so did the grain elevator
got a grant for...
yesterdays stench lingers in the summer air
wrinkles on my face from many days gone by
I say goodnight to Kelly Jo as she flips her sign to closed
Gailan holding onto the hope tomorrow may bring
no good answer for what comes next
still got fight left in us so we battle on
Theron gives me a wave and a smile
walk into Benny's he pours me a malbec
Rob at the end of the bar calls me a snob
raises his glass rings out an old Irish toast
the pet store closed so did the grain elevator
got a grant for...
#identity
#America
#tradition
29 reads
8 Comments
PencilScribbles
Scribbles
Scribbles
Poem Published
13th Sep 2021 11:52pm
13th Sep 2021 11:52pm
Touché
Cog in the machine,
Chasing after a carrot on a string,
Exhaustingly building up a castle.
Then, having the riches dispersed,
like a socialist capital.
No finishing line,
Only a mirage, in the distance,
a tight-rope to break through.
Oh how fun: a hamster...
trying to outrun the spinning wheel.
Around and around we go.
Faster, faster!
Don't trip, and don't slow!
You have to move faster,
to keep up with the surface below!
(Forgetting it is you,...
Chasing after a carrot on a string,
Exhaustingly building up a castle.
Then, having the riches dispersed,
like a socialist capital.
No finishing line,
Only a mirage, in the distance,
a tight-rope to break through.
Oh how fun: a hamster...
trying to outrun the spinning wheel.
Around and around we go.
Faster, faster!
Don't trip, and don't slow!
You have to move faster,
to keep up with the surface below!
(Forgetting it is you,...
#frustration
#boredom
#responsibility
#tradition
#vulnerability
31 reads
0 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
39 reads
0 Comments
Alois_inwriting02
Poem Published
1st Apr 2024 6:01pm
1st Apr 2024 6:01pm
House of Charades, Easter Sunday
Two by two,
all but three file in
Led
round the necks in the
footprints of their forefathers
and the convictions of
those men,
to an old tennessee brick church,
tullahoma.
inside–
a time capsule.
An uncanny, anachronistic testament to the
power,
control...
and from the back he appears:
the beginnings of a bowl cut
improperly sized suit vest,
with a garish
pink
shirt and
tie to
match the flowers
laid out
by the altar.
Features of a formerly
handsome ...
all but three file in
Led
round the necks in the
footprints of their forefathers
and the convictions of
those men,
to an old tennessee brick church,
tullahoma.
inside–
a time capsule.
An uncanny, anachronistic testament to the
power,
control...
and from the back he appears:
the beginnings of a bowl cut
improperly sized suit vest,
with a garish
pink
shirt and
tie to
match the flowers
laid out
by the altar.
Features of a formerly
handsome ...
#Easter
#tradition
#manipulation #deception
#manipulation #deception
40 reads
0 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
23rd Dec 2023 11:12am
23rd Dec 2023 11:12am
The Road to Hel
I stand before the road to Hel
where Wotan sits on his high throne.
He stares at me with a piercing eye
and weighs my deeds and all my lies.
Knows my heart and all my thoughts,
sees my flaws and all my faults.
He judges me with stern decree
and tells me what my fate will be...
He says I have not lived with honor,
I have not served the gods with valor,
I have not kept my oaths and vows,
I have not earned his grace or brows.
He says I must enter the road to Hel
and suffer out there the worst of hells.
He says I...
where Wotan sits on his high throne.
He stares at me with a piercing eye
and weighs my deeds and all my lies.
Knows my heart and all my thoughts,
sees my flaws and all my faults.
He judges me with stern decree
and tells me what my fate will be...
He says I have not lived with honor,
I have not served the gods with valor,
I have not kept my oaths and vows,
I have not earned his grace or brows.
He says I must enter the road to Hel
and suffer out there the worst of hells.
He says I...
#religion
#hell
#mythology #tradition
#mythology #tradition
49 reads
0 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
50 reads
6 Comments
DU Poetry : Least Read Poems About Tradition
Page:
