Ancestors Poems - Poems about Ancestors

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A journey To the land of the dead A journey never to be forgotten Memories always popping in So many lives lost along the way An adventure into the forbidden land. It was a horror movie Watching my colleagues Being slaughtered by beasts A bloody journey It was a blood bath Started by many Survived only by few. We went seeking for...

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Today I’m grateful to have so may ancestors those I know and those I’ve never had the privilege to see.… Blessed to know they are somewhere watching over me. ...

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If you want to know why our ancestors are important… here’s a little rule of thumb… It’s difficult to know where we’re going… If we don’t know who we came from. ...

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We’re all born with a conscience and wherever we go in life our conscience comes along. It’s that voice inside our head that lets us know If what we’re doing is right…or if it’s wrong. As we grow…if we listen closely to the voice we hear it’s not always the same voice that whispers in our ear. Sometime it’s our parents,...

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Rolf was born in Wallertheim, in an optimistic year Progress seemed to be everywhere, and not much to fear. Then the reds took Russia, shook the world to the core Millions killed when in power, a crime you can’t ignore Drafted in World War One, every moment was a scare French came at him in bright red uniforms, too visible,...

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Every year for me begins with an earnest goal, One only, which I genuinely aim to achieve, This year I attempt to accomplish my life-long Poignant dream, an honest tale, a memoir to weave! This true story my passion for a few years, Fuse my unfeigned thoughts as sincerely as I can, Memories turn into reverie, stem from soul, my Humble quill...

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Native American ancestors join hands Chanting their mantra into the evening Most in sky rises have no idea what is happening Select three are empaths, they hear the chanting When they look out their windows they see power Giant native American ancestral shadows holding hands Showing their strength, love for the land Not caring to own it, but caring for it. No one...

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#Ancestors__clay_pot Vibrations under my foot, the magnetics takes course in my upper body, my mind shrivels thoughts, my third eye activated, before me a Sotho voice electrocutes my attention From my mothers side a palm appears, another from my father's side, I lay my sacred eye on the fore , a clay pot they present; take this...

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In the arteries of my ancestors flows a river of untamed hope, older than the first spoken syllable, Deeper than the caves where forebears painted bison and dreams with blood and burning charcoal, While the instinct of survival dances through our cells like a shaman drunk on life. We are the children of a magnificent illusion weaving its...

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Long, long ago in the dense warm rainforest where our ancestors swung from treetops in the canopy, someone fell - a slipped grip, a jammed finger or caught tail - down, down down they must have caught hold of a branch or a vine, or the hand of another of their species, a friend in a time of need because two hundred thousand years later and all seven billion of us have had that dream - falling, falling only...

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In my dreams I can hear as they whisper silent echoes reach out from the past Everywhere that I go they are with me memories in my soul they have cast Many hundreds of years separate us but through ages their forces endured And although I may not see them clearly generations can’t keep them obscured All my ancestors live...

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Embrace the Journey Every breath, a whisper from the stars, Reminding me I am more than this moment, More than this skin, this doubt, this fear. I am the light that breaks through clouds, The storm that rises, not to destroy, but to cleanse. Each step I take, I take in love A dance with the divine, the rhythm of the universe, A...

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Hey there little one Toddling ‘round your parents’ feet Not yet knowing who you are A whole wide world to meet You have Nobility - Heroes’ blood pumps in your heart Martyrs, warriors and pioneers Are part of who you are Both your grandfathers Served honorably in the military Tom was in the Marine Corps I was a UN Peacekeeper in the Army Fred Halliday served, Himself...

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#Ancestors_new_daw My bones reverberates, my spirit can't be contained anymore, I need a 2nd reload, a spiritual beast, I hear fowls and beasts in the mountains and under waters shouting my name, claim us! Claim us! They say. My leopard leather getting cold on my spiritual throne, waiting impatiently, my feet itches, my hands itches, those...

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