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

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

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,

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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Depression Sucks

Depression Sucks long poem

My Childhood Was Depressing, I am talking about dolphins with no water depressing, fishes with no fins depressing, candy with no flavor depressing, I mean so depressing that I grew up wondering if happiness ever existed in this place we

Lofty Peaks

Lofty Peaks short poem

The ashes will come back in mauve, in furrowed face of hunger. I will wait for the clouds to welcome the blue flames. I was the one to walk on time and squeeze the truth for finding the essence of

Search For The Ultimate Truth

Search For The Ultimate Truth short poem

Then, from the dark eyes of Nemesis The scroll of truth slowly unwrapped… With surging affection,Fate acclaimed ‘Thou art brave and extreme wise For thou hast chosen the righteous path While the less-wise waste their trunks and words and brain

Epochs

Epochs prose poem

Epochs// (1) Sometimes, time does interchange. But my grandma, who’d moved from her poor house to live inside my skull, is still throwing seven stones at the cellular phone, wakes me up each time a light emerges from the end

Gypsy

Gypsy short poem

My gypsy soul, my gypsy soul, oh we are on the move once more. To hidden valleys and secret places, to hear the ocean’s almighty roar. I long gave up in denying the yearning of opening my wings to soar.

Dependence

Dependence short poem

Do not depend on anyone The world is not yours The tears in your eyes is just A regret because of other’s cause Hold your breath and try to feel the restlessness It’s just same as your soul feels Entrapped

Bundle Of Mystery

Bundle Of Mystery short poem

A few years back, When I was in my shack; I had a sudden rendezvous with this man- The man who is the most Unbelievable bundle of mystery. Sans expectations, sans apt expression, But still longs for hidden passion. Searching

Mirage

Mirage short poem

Evanescent be the vision I see, ephemeral be that which I seek.. But I search for I ought, for without it, I am but nought. Not for an answering soul, but for the manifestation of that which I conceive; a

Grant Me Humanity

Grant Me Humanity short poem

when all the success comes my way when all the fruits come in my tray when everything happens according to me in the day oh god! I would just pray grant me the humanity, don’t let it slay give me

Solitary Love

Solitary Love prose poem

I’ll love you completely. Not only with words. Or as my second or third. But a priceless jewel. You’ll be my only girl. I’ll keep my promise, ‘n I’ll show the world. You were all I wanted. My perfect woman.

The Only Question

The Only Question short poem

It wasn’t that she was weak-willed She was just jaded of being stout-hearted Blue of breathing on aspirations Blue of breathing on unreal affirmations Emptiness inside her Makes her feel so forlorn The only question is – If pain demands

Praise To Jesus

Praise To Jesus short poem

I stand in awe of my God My God whom I offer my praise To honor His beautiful name To glorify His majesty here on earth Joy in Jesus, Joy in the sound of His name Joy to dance around

The Space Between

The Space Between long poem

the end of a thought is never for its death, but for a new beginning; there is always a meaningful silence, a metamorphosis, I do ever find, between a stop and its succeeding word like that of death into birth

Ninth Symphony

Ninth Symphony short poem

A scented moon caves in on a tree top and solitude withers up in a seminal cloud, It is good to be friendless sometimes. Me and homecoming become synonymous. We are ruined by familiar paths. The mist deepens. Not reaching

Nebulous Dreams

Nebulous Dreams short poem

“Dreams, against a wakening mind, like fleeting clouds, Weaken, vanish, and silently evanesce at daybreak … Nebulous dreams of a land unknown, Wishful hopes of a life unchained, Wistful fantasies of ambitions unbridled. Uncanny fears of a destiny uncertain Persistent

All Is Well, Says My Heart

All Is Well, Says My Heart short poem

Occasion was college annual function When you sang a sweet love song That touched the bottom of my heart My eyes wished to quench its thirst By plunging into depth of your heart But no favor from destiny My heart

Storm Within

Storm Within short poem

As the rain pours down from the skies, So have a million tears fallen from my eyes. As the thunder clashes, and the clouds begin to roll, So does the pounding of my heart that you stole! As the lighting

Shoes

Shoes short poem

A sparkling path was chosen by one, providing mature wines for the cultured, elegant polished restaurants, operas of critical acclaim, endless parties for the ordained elite, cars which navigated and spoke, manicured sprawling homes, and… Shoes… closets and closets of

Children-the Future Of The Nation

Children the Future Of The Nation short poem

Oh my little angels, you are the apple of our eyes we feel the touch of God in you and we dream of experiencing in future a heaven like atmosphere on this very nation from your holy and sincere hands

A Secluded Soul

A Secluded Soul short poem

A deep burn inside , Ignites the fire within, A step closer , It aggregates more and more , I a secluded soul . It’s not a mere fall , but a reminiscent one no medicine could heal, The sweet

Drops

Drops short poem

Drops splashed over, here and there Few settled quickly and others were queer Little clear spheres at times radiant with colors Looked like rainbows drawn so near.. Must have been bundles of joy to the child’s eyes, For it just

Don’t

Dont short poem

Maybe we romanticized hurt and pain because we were always taught that the moon and the sun were meant to be together despite being so far apart and we too desire to be so magnificent that all the broken people