Traditions Poems

Traditions poems that are original and profound. Explore a brilliant collection of traditions poetry that you can’t stop reading. These poems on traditions are published by poets from all over the world and are sure to keep you High On Poems!

Queen Of A Cage

Queen Of A Cage short poem

Too careless what’s going on all around, Although in a cage she is kept and bound, The couple is not free and cannot fly, When she sees other birds in open sky, She turns his nibs to the pretty spouse,

Grey

Grey long poem

I’m all about the extremes But not in this case Don’t give me no black or white I love me a little bit of Grey I don’t really wanna have an opinion I don’t really wanna chose a path I

Yuletide Pageant Merry Go Round

Yuletide Pageant Merry Go Round ode

Panoply of mystical elements o’ breath aired per millennia times two resonated veritable pantheon of superstitions fired imagination as catalyst viz homo sapiens fore head tugging simian beard whence bygone agents provocateurs fueled tens of previous generations bred Manichaeism credo,

Hanging The Piñata

Hanging The Piñata short poem

The kids wanted a piñata, so we got them one; but I must stress that it had no religious significance. It did not have seven points representing the seven deadly sins, and it was not an allegory of man’s temptation

Poems containing references to : Traditions

Unwanted

Unwanted long poem

She came into this world with a healthy loud cry. She was so very excited but, things looked awry. There were no happy smiles to greet her arrival., She had no clue, she had caused such upheaval. She was not

Good Days

Good Days short poem

If someone says good days will come I welcome But feel that mine is in-depth a shy welcome For that great concept all have to be in everything good Peruse individually elements of goodness we should Everyone must decide to

Faith Shaken

Faith Shaken short poem

I was dreaming in silence A wave of division woke me up The wave was concocted The wave was fabricated The wave changed everything From religion, politics, traditions and faith The wave said you were misled The wave said you

The Future Of Africa

The Future Of Africa short poem

My Africa A land of beauty and distinction A place where we have cultures and traditions A land of hope where the people are ingenious and Jocund Africa! The golden continent A place carved out of greatness A glimpse of

An Ode To River Indus

An Ode To River Indus ode

O, dear Indus, the witness of millenniums’ History, traditions and culture You feed us with your sweet water And in your lap you us nurture You might be a mighty channel Of flowing water for the world On your course

The Relinquished Trip With The Soil

The Relinquished Trip With The Soil prose poem

After four female checks, came a sparkling young man The beginning of Sunday, Sep 09 saw the principal touch of a brilliant kid Shouting, rolling and crying the black man With grins and appreciation mother adores for the kid Daddy

I Think So I Am

I Think So I Am short poem

Grant me freedom, the freedom of choice. Freedom to be born and the freedom of voice. Give me the freedom to do things on my own, Give me the gift of confidence, when I am little and when I am

Love Barrier

Love Barrier short poem

I have no will to walk on the lane where you don’t reside I don’t want to step into the house where you don’t live Life may look colourful and cheerful all round Happiness may appear to exist every where

She

She short poem

She was killed even before she was born, She was raped and they said her clothes aren’t so long, She ached for months as long as nine, There’s a scar on her face but she says it’s all fine, At

Courage

Courage short poem

courage is but the wisdom to know the path to survival come storm or blizzard if you want to get there fast beat all your friends to the nearest location but if you want to go far invite all your

Seasons In New England.

Seasons In New England. prose poem

From the lakes in New Hampshire to the sand dunes of Cape Cod. From the mountains of Vermont to the seaports of Rhode Island. From the rocky seacoast of Maine to the Gold Coast of Connecticut. Winters of snow and

Reparations

Reparations elegy

my father used to tell me that divorce was the process of losing one’s routine. 5:30 came and went without the sound of a familiar rattle from outside the door that came from my mothers keys. last night I got

Invisible Heartaches

Invisible Heartaches long poem

It goes without saying; soon the cow barn will be full & men quite drunk, Women busy preparing to feed stomachs and give one of their own away, To who, doesn’t it matter? Old, too old or extremely old, a

New Four Quartets (year 2015)

New Four Quartets  (year 2015) long poem

Are angelic neurons fleshing inside a trans-Inquisition tavern? Another kind of speaking, pontificating globe? Can we feel the burning and sexing of the four seasons with the four elements, recycling earth, water, air, fire, to produce the quintessence of your

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The Two Coins

The Two Coins ballad

When the two coins are placed on your eyes, That must be the end of your smiles, That shall be the last breath in your life, That is the time when a goat needs no knife. When the deep sleep

The Dead

The Dead long poem

We knew each other for decades We seldom liked each other We pretended to be nice to each other We knew we couldn’t stand each other His egoistic and selfish attitude disturbed me often I went for a short nap,

Vacation

Vacation prose poem

Sun glistening off the tropical bay. White cotton balls float by reflecting Suns rays. Surf down below melodically soothing the way. Vistas of ocean from the left to the right, spotted with green jewels enhancing the sight Sea birds floating

Our Last Walk

Our Last Walk long poem

I dreamt last night that you were with me and we walked along that path leading to the river and the ferry across. (do you remember the ferry?) It was summer, or so it seemed, and the air was heavy

Imposed Formalities

Imposed Formalities prose poem

An irritable child of six, the targeted television set, screaming mindlessly for their selfish wants. Sickly subdued female hands, male regulated, sans rest, roll dough in the damp kitchen. Cool expanse of fresh air where mind swims free at its

A Certain Age

A Certain Age short poem

If I forget spring, bruise my face with grass to meld with soil in prescience of later ritual. If I forget summer, drip on my tongue the blood of fresh berries, and the insolent taste of mint. If I forget

Gi Melin

Gi Melin short poem

Into darkness we go Where the light cannot reach O’er hills and trees the shadow go Until we reach the edge of night Where the starry skies Go forever on into the night Beneath the stars, our lives we make

Wandering Thoughts Of A Poet

Wandering Thoughts Of A Poet short poem

Always you are mine like a hallowed shrine love season is so fine as you are my sunshine My longing is to fly with you very high in the steamy blue sky what an astounding try Your eyes are blue

My Love For My Sister Sandra

My Love For My Sister Sandra short poem

You should be very proud of a phenomenal job raising three kids so well The oldest, Andreas, is so thoughtful with a heart of gold and a voice that is swell It was only a few days ago I saw

Bye My Friend

Bye My Friend elegy

A solitary word…. A single solitary word That defines the space liveth from birth to death It traverses from alpha to the end And it states the state of being good,bad or worthless and it all ends with maybe The

Pretty Miss Hearbreak

Pretty Miss Hearbreak ode

Little miss heartbreak, you’d give her your time, ’cause if you’d want to get with her, got to get in line. Pretty miss heartbreak, she’ll leave you all the clues, But don’t you look so eager now, you’re only going

Stand By Me

Stand By Me short poem

Now I bend my knees, from my heart I plead to your honour please, for you to stand by me. At times I stumble and fall, like a crumbling wall but I stay humble and call, for you to stand

The Bonding

The Bonding short poem

What is it that binds me to you? Is it the pain? Is it the scars? Or is it the soul of an old friend? Whom I met years after. Is it the sound of your voice? That I hear,

Magazine

Magazine short poem

In the topic of magazines. I sat on the cover, close to the reflection of her eyes. Relaxed in the greeting of open arms. She paused, sitting upright. The gap between us now closer. Allowing the invitation of smiles. Our upright becoming

Change Directions

Change Directions prose poem

We think that it’s a weeping pity and a crying shame for things to be this or that way. We blame teachers, parents, preachers, politicians, and presidents for things going astray. We claim we knew it could happen, but not

To Women

To Women short poem

Women are not inferior or superior to men, They are only different from them. They speak out and put up a fight, For what they know to be just and right. Women can cook, clean, earn and invent, Run a

My Day One

My Day One short poem

My mom wished me good luck with tears, I entered into a new world with fears. A 2*2 cubicle at the end, A gem like Team Lead at stand, A plethora of work sheets, Which seemed all Greeks. I have

The Shivering At Nights

The Shivering At Nights short poem

I am shivering, tossing and awake Each lonely night is like a thousand nights Is this punishment for not being with you? I cannot endure the hours Of being without my partner I dread the night, the whole night As

Realize

Realize ode

Like seasons, friendship too changes, As it varies from different ranges. All of a sudden it is bleak, As if it has lost its magic streak. With the passage of time, And this drift at its prime; Has indeed led

Tears Of Man

Tears Of Man short poem

Tears of Man You have the right to remain silent. Do you make the choice or remain violent? Do you evolve and become more civilized? Or do you choose to stay belligerent? You choose to be healthy, like you are

Against Deportation

Against Deportation short poem

Ahead of pain, we did not cry; intimating of dreams, crowded; stranded on issues, reaching nowhere. Black, a weird hairdo, unfurls a moon in half-sleep. You can open the door without sound. The snake writhes under your feet. A traveler

Not A Rhyme In Sight

Not A Rhyme In Sight short poem

I am a special gift when the lumens of my soul shine I am a friend indeed when my name is called with love I am a mother lion ready to pounce at the merest sense for mine…and for yours