Cultural Heritage Poems

Cultural Heritage poems bring the best collection of short and long cultural heritage poetry. Poems for him and her and every poetry lover. These great cultural heritage rhymes are so amazing they will touch your heart and keep you craving for more. Hope you find your own deep meanings in these cultural heritage poems. They are decent, rhyming, free spirited and true. Thoughts on cultural heritage are here for you.

The African Heritage

The African Heritage long poem

Years ago our forefathers had a vision That one day, their descendants will bear the title of their own To represent their ancient glory And value it at heart. Praising the mediums like our fathers did And ululating in procedure.

A cultural cup of tea

A cultural cup of tea short poem

Coffee isn’t my bean but give me tea leaves A cup of cha do la not cocoa ta no ta Brew me up chuck no Italian espresso like muck Caffeine in the shape of a tea bag in a mug

Heritage

Heritage short poem

The mask of retributions pounds archives of deceit illuminating your mind towards repercussions surmised, pickle with veils of silence distributed by heirs of distrust. You wonder how this all came about but realize it was your own reciprocal doings while

Heritage

Heritage prose poem

What a frustration; after all that warmness which overflowed me by falls of light, I find myself just a crippled shadow of war. I am the heir of green laughs. Here is my heart, look at it. Do you see

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Ode To The Holy Ganges

Ode To The  Holy Ganges long poem

Hail to you O holy Ganges ! A river merely you never have been Darling daughter of mighty Himalaya Mother to millions of doting devotees . How you descend from the heavenly heights Like a lively , sportive girl child

Poems containing references to : Cultural Heritage

It Is A Question Of Answers

It Is A Question Of Answers long poem

When my God sheds a tear… …a dew drop smiles on a hibiscus petal When my God cries… …a drizzle sprinkles on a canopy of green When my God weeps…. …a cloud bursts into a heart throb and pours as

The Child… The Teacher… The Guide

The Child... The Teacher... The Guide long poem

Happy faces Tender and calm, Seeking knowledge Without an alarm. A guiding light In the teacher they see, Journeying with them Is a human being! I want to give, what I could not get, Breaking the barriers that have been

Natural Born Winner

Natural Born Winner short poem

When you feel the rain as it hits your flesh, or feeling a sharp pain within your chest. Words can cut, words can destroy, thats how words are felt when you are a boy. When I became an adult my

Kashmir Weeps

Kashmir Weeps short poem

Kashmir weeps, All her admirers abandoned, She had all to attract, The beautiful valleys, Proud and elegant mountains, Greenary,lakes and what not? A heaven on earth, Kashmir weeps, Curses its destiny, Literary turned into a military camp, Rich culture heritage

The Socialite

The Socialite short poem

She gets out of bed gazes into vacant space. It’s time to wake up and put the mask on her face. Time to mingle with her so called friends. Who are as fake and cold as her. Pursuing their own

African Child

African Child short poem

I am an African child I sing and dance every day I believe in harmony and joy I respect our cultural values and norms I bless our ancestors every day For I believe they foresee the future I grew up

We And The Good Earth

We And The Good  Earth prose poem

A date set apart in the world calendar In honor and reverence of the great good Earth Is aptly in keeping with the need of the hour And a well thought of welcome gesture ! It’s time we owe allegiance

The N.d

The N.d prose poem

My home!!! my village!! My zone!!! My heritage!!! slowly transforming into a town as I pray and dream of it turning into a city, what a pity feeding the nation and suffering from kwashiorkor I see the tears of the

My Silence: A Short Epic

My Silence: A Short Epic long poem

1 She is the tree green and wide abundantly dressed overflowing spreading her sleeves blesses all in her cool shade solitude teems with breezy songs I feel nearer God 2 That autumn tree from this window looks like a young

You Are My Eyes!

You Are My Eyes! long poem

I touch your lips, feel your smile I smell your fragrance, sense your phantom I hear your footsteps coming by, I forget myself for a while Though statued, unfazed and still With the constant novice gestures A smile dies at

We want peace

We want peace short poem

It is our duty to struggle for the return of our land It is our duty to cooperate and be one hand It is our duty to spread peace in our nation And stop the violence and avoid the separation

Cigarette – Messenger Of Death

Cigarette   Messenger Of Death long poem

Introduction: It comes in a small cylinder of white rolled cover, a-four-inch-processed-tobacco- leaves, which becomes very active from slow and low combustion sustained by heat. Call it cigarette- maybe cigar-spit tobacco, perhaps, hookahs, menthol, bidis, clove or kreteks, probably, shisha

Gates Of Aleppo

Gates Of Aleppo prose poem

(1) At ‘Bab Al-nairab gate’,(1)on a pile of wet smoke, I meet a sackcloth, a muddy bear fur and two women; one holds by her amputated palm the tail of ‘Sayf Aldawla’s(2) robe, the other sings a rocky song. The

The Buddha Was Going To Weep

The Buddha Was Going To Weep short poem

For the fusion of minds let the long vigil of night begin for a cultural shock. Prayer wheels were whirring furtively. The Buddha was going to weep. Imperial march of hundred thousand boots in fever wakens the darkness under the

Hail To Thee , My Beloved Mother !

Hail To Thee , My Beloved Mother  ! prose poem

She is a Mother Yes , She is . By all definitions . For she has given us birth Nurtured and brought up And enabled us to live this beautiful life ! Though invisible , sans flesh and blood She

You Bloody Beauty

You Bloody Beauty long poem

Tan riding pants, old big strong leather boots, Wears the man who sits staring at ashes and coals, A look of confusion, of loss and of grief, Written on his face for generations to come. Barren ground, in a drought

To Live Life As We All See Fit.

To Live Life As We All See Fit. prose poem

Freedom an all important right in this country coming from faith and mercy hundreds of years ago Control is now becoming a standard way of life, being told what to say or how to live is not the way one

Because Of A Name

Because Of A Name short poem

His middle names Hussein First names barack, by the way The president of the united states And here he lives, born and raised But people like to complain About his “undeserving fame” All because of that Muslim name? What a

The Silent Colours

The Silent Colours short poem

A mad resurgence of fake locks paralyzes the arched doors of the hidden walls, where the roses squirm under the false kisses of a red moon; they came again to police the blinds. The mother digs up the charred body

The Quarry

The Quarry short poem

The trees have grown for years and years, but now they cut it down All I have is memories of a glorious view, what I admired is now dirt ground. The beautiful hill that rose high with courage is now

I Love An Alien

I Love An Alien long poem

Well and in the season of the Crow’s Moon In the year of the rat and Lyra twice as bright I was in for the surprise of my life…somehow I managed to transmit my soul’s desire and Passion up into

Dying Beautifully

Dying Beautifully short poem

I stay connected out of the body, with fireworks, to widen the relativity, to read the language of fear. Death of a tree was mourned by leaves in shadow. The dew lies awake crying. The town was disappearing without a

The Retreat

The Retreat short poem

The heritage. Storm of violence in our chromosomes: perverts the senses. Spooky fear of burnt houses, broken limbs, utterly committing as witness of silent unbuilding, as the future defies the stunt of withdrawl. Not for tomorrow, the mother weeps for

The Watchnight Songs

The Watchnight Songs poetry books

The book is a compendium or a collection of over eighty poems, which address our physical make-up, socio-cultural attitudes about life, African political landscape and its historical past poetically. The first section of the book begins with a simple reflection

Superman

Superman short poem

In comics and legends, the hero always has a power, a secret kept from them, that emerges, separates them from the mundane. consider an elderly man he can read everyone’s mind was told this by his mother and also told

The Actor And The Savages

The Actor And The Savages prose poem

I saw the scene full of flowers and I saw the Actor choking, drowned in petals, leaves, which entered his mouth, nostrils, ears, covering him until nothing was left of him. Poor Actor. What a death! Smothered by the flowers

Feminine As Divine

Feminine As Divine short poem

When you visit a temple, could see scintillating sculpture Attention of your eyes, easily it may capture Sculptural forms of women, that shall grace, Standing of the ancient arts, apparent to trace They were cultural motif of celestial women Delightfully

The Lost Art Of Being A Dandy

The Lost Art Of Being A Dandy short poem

What happened to the dandies Those gentlemen of the grandest Culture Destroyers of dreaded boundaries Mockers of meaningless morality Inquisitors of a profound lack of imagination Guardians of good taste Messengers of modernity What happened to those 19th century hipsters

Beauty

Beauty short poem

There is a beauty. A beauty like a connection with the past and future. The beauty is shining. The world revolves around it. It seems everything is drawn towards it. The beauty is magnificent and unrealistic in size, Like a

Black Eyed Peace

Black Eyed Peace poetry books

Black Eyed Peace is about our search for peace. Whether it’s peace within ourselves, peace in our relationships, or peace on a national or international scale. Sometimes it might be hard to find and in our searching we will collect

Daughter

Daughter short poem

Born today on unknown earth I wrapped you up as my own I take you on my lap as precious You’re ignorant child for me You’re God’s gift for me How to make you a woman I think How to

Some Prelude

Some Prelude short poem

There were, peels of ripples. Between. The tangled arguments. Then you start reading in the bumps; a cold blooded murder. Of poems? Serrated, when I lifted them from your bloody hands. No miracle. The animal survives, without water, air. You

A Divine Chime Of Prime Sublime Times

A Divine Chime Of Prime Sublime Times long poem

A look past the glass I can see my past Now freed from the disbelieve One can start to relive Though what can I gain? Still I am in pain Maybe with just a wish I’d change my accomplished dish

The Gypsy

The Gypsy short poem

Her voice is an awkward drawl among the manifold chatter, the pitch a bit too high to even assimilate in the uniform blather. Her skin is one too many shades darker than the general throng- a constant and incessant reminder

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Bitter Tropics

Bitter Tropics short poem

It wasn’t me who invented love by ignorance the same way the painter doesn’t have the heart to mix pure colors it was there in the times when I used to swot the differences between useful, beautiful and pleasing first

Ghost Town

Ghost Town long poem

Standing among the ruins of what Used to be a thriving little gold fever town I swore I heard music and laughter coming From the half-moon saloon, I walked around But nobody could be found still I could of Sworn

My Valentine

My Valentine short poem

This heart aches In loneliness today… For my valentine Isn’t with me to say… The words to make me Feel a little good… To make me feel The way I should… Its just me Hanging on dearly… Just want someone

Alone

Alone short poem

When I find myself alone and restless.. My feelings come out to play like children taunting me. Loneliness , worry, sadness, anxiety .. I try to ignore them, i accept the emotions, try to work through them. I talk myself

Beans To The Rescue

Beans To The Rescue long poem

5am, the vending machine rattles, groans, collapses Violently, I kick it, yell at it, shake it The green tea can is grinning at me, mocking me. A passerby opens his fresh can of beer he sees me desperate for a