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.
oldmanG
Poem Published
30th Nov 2024 11:24pm
30th Nov 2024 11:24pm
Rising Sun
Feeling land of the rising sun
Mornings call me awake
Shake sleep out of me
Sun originates from here
Zu-pang to Nihon
Where the sun rises
Feel a zen when I’m feeling Nippon
Want to tattoo samurai
On my skin
Shogun in my veins
I’m swimming with koi fish
Want to lay on Tatami
Under moonlight
Meditate my pain away
When I think Japanese
I don’t need ancestry.com
To tell me I’m from Mt Fuji
One thing on my bucket list
Turn Japanese
From inside out
I...
Mornings call me awake
Shake sleep out of me
Sun originates from here
Zu-pang to Nihon
Where the sun rises
Feel a zen when I’m feeling Nippon
Want to tattoo samurai
On my skin
Shogun in my veins
I’m swimming with koi fish
Want to lay on Tatami
Under moonlight
Meditate my pain away
When I think Japanese
I don’t need ancestry.com
To tell me I’m from Mt Fuji
One thing on my bucket list
Turn Japanese
From inside out
I...
#culture
#happiness
#tradition #utopia
#tradition #utopia
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PAR
Poem Published
26th Nov 2024 10:33am
26th Nov 2024 10:33am
Baby Birds Bound
Beneath the black rainbow shadows hide
in the space where dreams and fears collide.
Balls and globes, spinning in the dark,
soap bubbles reflecting a fleeting spark.
A spectrum shrouded in an eerie hue.
Unseen colors in a night’s dew.
Not ready to fly, grounded wings,
bound by the weight of untold things.
In the silence echoes of tomorrow
wrapped in a cocoon of quiet sorrow.
The black rainbow, a solemn arc,
marking paths through the uncharted dark.
Fragile hopes like bubbles rise
yet fall back not...
in the space where dreams and fears collide.
Balls and globes, spinning in the dark,
soap bubbles reflecting a fleeting spark.
A spectrum shrouded in an eerie hue.
Unseen colors in a night’s dew.
Not ready to fly, grounded wings,
bound by the weight of untold things.
In the silence echoes of tomorrow
wrapped in a cocoon of quiet sorrow.
The black rainbow, a solemn arc,
marking paths through the uncharted dark.
Fragile hopes like bubbles rise
yet fall back not...
#birds
#mirror
#tradition
#wind
#winter
69 reads
4 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
25th Nov 2024 7:33pm
25th Nov 2024 7:33pm
Suburbian Life in America
A normal Monday morning in America, circa 1960's
Mom's in the kitchen
Dad goes to work
Kid goes to school
A normal Monday morning in America, circa 1990's
Mom juggling three jobs
Dad's in jail
Kid comes out of the closet
A normal Monday morning in America, circa 2020's
Mom suffers from PTSD and can't work
Dad is a full time college student and can't work
Kid is allergic to life and anything outside of the bedroom and can't go to school
Mom's in the kitchen
Dad goes to work
Kid goes to school
A normal Monday morning in America, circa 1990's
Mom juggling three jobs
Dad's in jail
Kid comes out of the closet
A normal Monday morning in America, circa 2020's
Mom suffers from PTSD and can't work
Dad is a full time college student and can't work
Kid is allergic to life and anything outside of the bedroom and can't go to school
#culture
#family
#nostalgia #tradition
#nostalgia #tradition
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10 Comments
MalcolmG
Poem Published
21st Nov 2024 12:33pm
21st Nov 2024 12:33pm
The Tortoise and the Hare
One day a hare and a tortoise had a fight
They discussed the things both wrong and right, neither could decide the way and so they raced the very next day !
The hare was smug, as hares will be,
“A race? With you? Don’t make me pee!
You’re slow as sludge, you’ve got no flair
I'll dust you off and beat you bare!”
The tortoise grinned, a wily chap,
And snapped his fingers with a clap.
“We’ll race tomorrow, sharp at eight.
And may the best one claim their fate!”
The day arrived, the sun was bright,
The animals turned out to...
They discussed the things both wrong and right, neither could decide the way and so they raced the very next day !
The hare was smug, as hares will be,
“A race? With you? Don’t make me pee!
You’re slow as sludge, you’ve got no flair
I'll dust you off and beat you bare!”
The tortoise grinned, a wily chap,
And snapped his fingers with a clap.
“We’ll race tomorrow, sharp at eight.
And may the best one claim their fate!”
The day arrived, the sun was bright,
The animals turned out to...
#funny
#tradition
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0 Comments
cabcool
Poem Published
14th Nov 2024 4:33am
14th Nov 2024 4:33am
2024 November Poems >> the dreams of lady marguerite
No. 04
the dreams of lady marguerite
Tribute to Marguerite Curtin
Jamaican Historian, Publisher, and Friend
“If you don’t know history, then you don’t know anything. You are a leaf
that doesn’t know it is part of a tree.”—Michael Crichton
the love of trees, sophisticated hills,
soft-rippling streams, and fragrant daffodils
(among the thrills she calls her favourite)
ignites the dreams of lady marguerite.
echoes of windy nights under the moon,
shadows that lose their length at blistering noon,
children whose...
the dreams of lady marguerite
Tribute to Marguerite Curtin
Jamaican Historian, Publisher, and Friend
“If you don’t know history, then you don’t know anything. You are a leaf
that doesn’t know it is part of a tree.”—Michael Crichton
the love of trees, sophisticated hills,
soft-rippling streams, and fragrant daffodils
(among the thrills she calls her favourite)
ignites the dreams of lady marguerite.
echoes of windy nights under the moon,
shadows that lose their length at blistering noon,
children whose...
#art
#culture
#historical
#nature
#tradition
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1 Comment
MalcolmG
Poem Published
13th Nov 2024 3:29pm
13th Nov 2024 3:29pm
The Lay Of Eir
Healer of the Battle-Stricken,
Eir, the Merciful, the Quiet Hand did quicken,
Those who lay there left in sorrow,
Eir they prayed took it away in morrow..
Hail to Eir, the gentle goddess, the third named among the Asynjur bright,
Mistress of mercy, silent in her might,
Warriors invoke the call to Eir in thick of night.
Handmaid of peace, unseen by day, whose whispers soothe where blood once lay,
In halls of gods, or shadowed fjord, she brings the healing grace by her accord.
O Eir, you walk where the wounded lie,
With...
Eir, the Merciful, the Quiet Hand did quicken,
Those who lay there left in sorrow,
Eir they prayed took it away in morrow..
Hail to Eir, the gentle goddess, the third named among the Asynjur bright,
Mistress of mercy, silent in her might,
Warriors invoke the call to Eir in thick of night.
Handmaid of peace, unseen by day, whose whispers soothe where blood once lay,
In halls of gods, or shadowed fjord, she brings the healing grace by her accord.
O Eir, you walk where the wounded lie,
With...
#inspirational
#mythology
#tradition
70 reads
2 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
12th Nov 2024 10:16pm
12th Nov 2024 10:16pm
National Lobotomy
Fucking fools got one party rule
to goose-step the necks of motley thought
wherever the people's genius is taught
but especially in public school
where they don't hang enough pictures of Christ
with the hipster hair and funeral gown
or the shoulder cross and the thorny crown
ghoulishly hoping for a soul to heist
and then to teach it in private lessons
about la-di-da in the great beyond
due to all the guns of which they are fond
such as your choice of Smith and Wessons
because no one scrolls like...
to goose-step the necks of motley thought
wherever the people's genius is taught
but especially in public school
where they don't hang enough pictures of Christ
with the hipster hair and funeral gown
or the shoulder cross and the thorny crown
ghoulishly hoping for a soul to heist
and then to teach it in private lessons
about la-di-da in the great beyond
due to all the guns of which they are fond
such as your choice of Smith and Wessons
because no one scrolls like...
#tradition
254 reads
15 Comments
BaldyBrown
Poem Published
4th Nov 2024 3:22am
4th Nov 2024 3:22am
KOYAANISQATSI
There is a digital religion turning quantum-size gears
that’s chewed up the chicken bones and all our fears
An ancient’s purview of our new narcisstic hero
So fear not for he can see you in all your totality
Clever devil, the smartest one in Cornell’s hall
He says sister sky was once inside a little ball
Then BANG! Sincerely, give or take a few billion years
Put him in the cross-hairs of his own perspicacity
See for yourself through his own clever protocol
God is in the machine, and no god but he
Those among us who...
that’s chewed up the chicken bones and all our fears
An ancient’s purview of our new narcisstic hero
So fear not for he can see you in all your totality
Clever devil, the smartest one in Cornell’s hall
He says sister sky was once inside a little ball
Then BANG! Sincerely, give or take a few billion years
Put him in the cross-hairs of his own perspicacity
See for yourself through his own clever protocol
God is in the machine, and no god but he
Those among us who...
#astrology
#mythology
#pagan
#sky
#tradition
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NANCY_RDZ_STORIES
Poem Published
30th Oct 2024 3:11am
30th Oct 2024 3:11am
MEXICO'S ROSES AND SKULLS
A beautiful tradition
That makes a day so colorful
Candy skulls and flowers
A great day to celebrate it's huge reason.
Many dressed as the dead
To honor their loved ones
A parade with a gigantic deathbed
Wow so original as all creativity comes
Many children join to help and adorn
The way love shows
Bringing all together to spread and transform
The wisdom of the Day of the Dead grows
Roses and beauty everywhere to see
Mexico is so Preciosa
Showing the real meaning of family...
That makes a day so colorful
Candy skulls and flowers
A great day to celebrate it's huge reason.
Many dressed as the dead
To honor their loved ones
A parade with a gigantic deathbed
Wow so original as all creativity comes
Many children join to help and adorn
The way love shows
Bringing all together to spread and transform
The wisdom of the Day of the Dead grows
Roses and beauty everywhere to see
Mexico is so Preciosa
Showing the real meaning of family...
#faith
#fate
#spiritual
#tradition
#TruthOfLife
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1 Comment
PAR
Poem Published
28th Oct 2024 12:51pm
28th Oct 2024 12:51pm
Incomplete Myth of a Goddess that Does Not Exist.
Shapska, a name bruited in the dark corners
of forgotten realms where murk
cotillion with the remnants of lost souls.
In the heart of this desolate place Shapska reigns,
a deity of crooked love and morbid allure.
Her touch, both a blessing and a curse,
weaves through the fabric of actuality,
binding the living and the dead in an eternal grasp.
In the silence of the night,
Shapska's presence is felt,
a cold surge stroke that sends
jitters down the spine.
Her eyes, like double voids,
pierce through the mask of...
of forgotten realms where murk
cotillion with the remnants of lost souls.
In the heart of this desolate place Shapska reigns,
a deity of crooked love and morbid allure.
Her touch, both a blessing and a curse,
weaves through the fabric of actuality,
binding the living and the dead in an eternal grasp.
In the silence of the night,
Shapska's presence is felt,
a cold surge stroke that sends
jitters down the spine.
Her eyes, like double voids,
pierce through the mask of...
#dark
#mythology
#religion
#spiritual
#tradition
93 reads
6 Comments
xthan
Poem Published
27th Oct 2024 9:13am
27th Oct 2024 9:13am
My kind, your kind
For Samhain
I hear words falling in a world
pronouncing them dead,
I watch as proud little letters
slowly burn on this modern soil
as those stay at home humans
setting up tables, their lips firmly
closed, and staying small, keep
on haunting steel and stone as
they passed down all that
once lived through them.
If you wish to believe this skin
was made to roam inside
those limited of spirits
i'm afraid you are mistaken
because my kind is not your kind,
i'm a wide...
I hear words falling in a world
pronouncing them dead,
I watch as proud little letters
slowly burn on this modern soil
as those stay at home humans
setting up tables, their lips firmly
closed, and staying small, keep
on haunting steel and stone as
they passed down all that
once lived through them.
If you wish to believe this skin
was made to roam inside
those limited of spirits
i'm afraid you are mistaken
because my kind is not your kind,
i'm a wide...
#confessional
#culture
#freedom
#LifeStruggles
#tradition
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ThePalestRider
Poem Published
13th Oct 2024 4:26am
13th Oct 2024 4:26am
Attributes of Mars Incarnate
Valor
The first of virtues, bright as flame
A spirit born to carve a name
Through battles fierce and trials dire
Valor stands, a golden fire
It knows no fear, it bends no knee
For in its heart, the soul is free
A crown of light upon the brow
The warrior’s pledge, the sacred vow
Fury
A tempest wild, the god’s own breath
The storm that shakes the walls of death
Fury rages, swift and true
Its fire is blood, its lightnings flew
Yet in its heart, the truth concealed
That through destruction, strength is healed
A...
The first of virtues, bright as flame
A spirit born to carve a name
Through battles fierce and trials dire
Valor stands, a golden fire
It knows no fear, it bends no knee
For in its heart, the soul is free
A crown of light upon the brow
The warrior’s pledge, the sacred vow
Fury
A tempest wild, the god’s own breath
The storm that shakes the walls of death
Fury rages, swift and true
Its fire is blood, its lightnings flew
Yet in its heart, the truth concealed
That through destruction, strength is healed
A...
#emotions
#military
#rhyming
#tradition
#war
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