Arrowhead Poems - Poems about Arrowhead

...Just about a mile outside pyrite town there's black powder mountain, forever looking down. It has a grizzly disposition and a couple veins of mean lightning licks the summit at every opportunity. ......Read the rest...

... They once lived here on Hudson River shores; Lenape Indians of long ago. Beneath our home, an underworld with scores of spirits, that perhaps, still here abide. An arrowhead was found and broug......Read the rest...

...Thus They flee Absconding In guiltless flight On fattened feathers A pointed arrowhead Guided by some hidden force Returning to their beginnings Arcing slowly over icy peaks Circling......Read the rest...

...Those soft tendrils of skin grazing my being Taking in my form whole Accepting me as I was Using me as I was When did love turn to deceit and lies When did my body turn into a medium of use I......Read the rest...

...Plump, personable, and priggish, she has a propensity for cats. We call her witch woman for she is followed by vampire bats. They call out her name, I think it is Personification Per Phats. I stay......Read the rest...

...His the archer’s bow, straight his arrowhead on foot and trail swift as the running deer, and long his hair the eagle feathers spread in the buckskin war bonnet he does wear. My boy the d......Read the rest...

...Great is the battle, small the victory when much that we had is lost to mankind - in this war of worlds its great casualty is the fallen consciousness in our mind. From arrowhead to smart......Read the rest...

...Spring is sprung. Clouds of maple. Skies of pine. Red in green. Serviceberry understory. Spring is sprung. Skunk cabbage spathe. Black birch sap. Poplar flowers. Opossum tires. Spring......Read the rest...

...A Father Clock chimes from a wall in the dining room, refreshing the idle couple that waited. It was not as if they were reminded of some pressing appointment or some devoted chores that was delegat......Read the rest...

...clouds tumble over peaks damp air chews chill skin fingers grip their bones no retreat or trace of steps snaking tongues of mist race upwards leaden cloud overhang two worlds press hammer hands ......Read the rest...

...As a kid, I loved to find any unusual shells and rocks; I do to this day. I used to walk the piney woods of Georgia, with my favorite uncle. He made up the neatest stories to tell me about each ......Read the rest...

...Emblazoned with your monogram Call me your little coin Design of us more sacred than Meteor's noon anoint Howling ho......Read the rest...

...Time is winding down And the Big Game is ready to put a smile on a wintry frown A Chief represents the A F see While the 49ers are the National wannabees Television has all the cameras set ......Read the rest...

...Delicately crafted Indian arrowheads, razor-sharp flint projectile points, primitive stone bullets, hidden artifacts from long ago. Eventually, they call out to our curiosity on hot and steamy......Read the rest...

... They once lived here on Hudson River shores; Lenape Indians of long ago. Beneath our home, an underworld with scores of spirits, that perhaps, still here abide. An arrowhead was found......Read the rest...