Tradition Poems - Poems about Tradition

Laughter of children and the dull clatter of small feet on aged wood. The congestion of men's voices with talk of crops, rain, and "remembering when". The faintly drowned out sound of a stray hand unafraid to tickle long unused ivory. There, the aroma of well-planned dishes lay in wait to ambush and overwhelm the...

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exotic continent of contradictions remote as remote can be where deserts and cities coexist where I can still go safari hunting with traditional tribes like the Maasai posted on April 28, 2025...

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A tradition that goes beyond all else a sweet little something, what else ? ...

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She, in her Easter bonnet Standing beneath the shade, Alongside gentlemen in top hats To view an Easter parade Church bells ring distantly Showy, white lilies sway, Waving to sweet daffodils On this springtime holiday Baskets with chocolate rabbits Jelly beans and colored eggs, Are carried by happy children Running by on pudgy legs A whirl of pastel colors Meant to delight the eye, Like...

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I see full moon appear. This means Easter is near. For students I will make chocolate Easter nests, no-bake. I do this every year. Making the nests is fun and easy for nearly everyone. Melt chocolate; add coconut in. The mixture is not thin. Form into nests; almost done! Into each nest put candy. Jelly bean eggs are handy. For coconut, green food dye is grass where eggs...

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How was your year, folks out there Feel thankful for what life bestows? At dinner time say a prayer For days of poetry and prose Yam, turkey, cranberry and salad Potatoes, cornbread, apple cake The banquet worthy of a ballad The smell of home, bread freshly baked Three generations at the table Enjoy great time and tasty meal Thanksgiving Day of roundtable Puts everything on even...

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Was it the kiss of the July morning sun, That lit your face with so much glow, Or the possibility of a meal in an unwary dove, That lifted the glaring muzzle of my silent gun, By the stream’s watchful, sleepless flow. Or the crack in the air of the barrelled whip, That took the fragility of the morning, by the...

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The Ink Stick . for public domain Rubbing ink calms the mind so hairs may glide, to bequeath long lasting lines....

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Our Christmas traditions ... They came across the sea, From the old, old towns In the heart of Germany Sugar and spice - filled Were the gingerbread men, Cut by hand ... carefully As was the tradition then A wooden nutcracker guards In a frosted windowpane, To keep away evil spirits ... Out wandering down your lane And, the advent calendar Which hung on the...

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...the village shivers a hive of restless souls skin pricklin' with anticipation as costumed runners fixin' to gather — hearts a-thrummin' like trapped hummin' birds the gun cracks — a thunderbolt shatterin' th' autumn...

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The toothaches do not last But, the memories, they do, Once Halloween had passed And my childhood, too ... But, the memories, they do Remain with me still ... And my childhood, too I am sure always will Remain with me still ... The magic and the fun, I am sure always will When all is said and done The magic and the fun Can so...

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Mom said, “No sex before marriage,” With rules she thought were quite sage. But in her wedding shot, I see a twist in the plot— Was her vow just a part of the age?...

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What are the things that we live for? Can we honestly say they’re the things that if push came to shove we would die for? The thought leaves me contemplating how totally different it would all be if for everyone these were the same, but they’re not and I fear someday we’ll come to see... we’ve only our own selves to blame. ...

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Men bearing nakedness and strips of thong running through and whipping the female throng Blood red and milk white, colors of delight. A tradition for years that remained strong. Young women wrote names with aim to belong. Man drawing their name is their hopeful song. Placed strip in an urn for a mate they yearn. The new couple together all year long. Celebration of...

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In the calabash of life, a profound journey unfolds as the space gracefully passes the baton in the art of apprenticeship. Success resonates like a fine chant, akin to the resonance of the four-lobed kola nut the water that flows, immersing its feet into gin and tradition. The apprentice, the Soldier's seed, navigates the delicate balance between the...

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