Best Indians Poems

Red Indians

We'd fall like Red Indians dying
in that tall fragrant summer grass
Small bellies weaving in and out
with exertion of bloody battle past

Or a ladybird might catch your eye 
while conflict fades in a midday sun
the world might grow perfectly still
scented in a child's dreams and...

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Thanksgiving magic
Traditions honored
Family respected
Pumpkin pie with whipped cream
Hot rolls oozing with warm butter
Stuffing no one ever makes as wonderfully tasty as my mother
Do we remember to give thanks to the Indians?
They had too much passion to let the white faces starve.
Bringing them food, and teaching...

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Half-Eleven Form Contest/Nina Parmenter

THE ETOWAH INDIANS

The Etowah indians, tribe of redskins,
trading their buckskins.

Mississippian mounds base of temple grounds —
history astounds.

Spaniards kick dust, sitting high on each horse,
with winds changing course.

Silver helmets and harquebuses - tribe stared —
the thunderclap scared!

The Etowah Indians tribe of redskins
leave Georgia...

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You perfected your lies to an art.
You succeeded in breaking my heart.
I shed not one tear,
for the hour is near,
when arsenic will keep us apart....

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Oh how I wish
I could set free
the native American Indian
with pride and dignity
taking them back
across the great open plains
to their sacred home
in the lush green vallies
where buffalo are plentiful
and roam
so the Indians can live in peace
one with nature once more
where the eagles soar
setting them free...

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He pulls his hat down low against the chill of the storm,
The numb fingers that hold the reins forgot what it was like to be warm;

     On a grassy knoll silhouetted against the rising sun, 
     Astride...

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Of Pilgrims and Indians

By Elton Camp

In school we are taught a history filled with lies
In order that American history be well sanitized
The Pilgrims were a stern but gracious bunch
Who invited the Indians in to share their lunch

The Pilgrims were grateful to God to still be...

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we have lost the meteoric 
icy-blue, sky-fire 
above the heated planetary core 
of a thousand covered suns 
in the center of oblivion 

where confluence 
carries hope 
in warm symbiont souls 
and lambs 
wear ragged fleece - 
iconoclastic mediocrity 

reflective fables 
of future past history 
unlocked...

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When my brothers and I were young,
A very, very long time ago,
We had to entertain ourselves
And to make up our own show.

My brothers were riding bareback,
When they thought it might be fun
Instead of cowboys to be Indians.
With the thought the deed was done.

They stripped themselves...

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He pulls his hat down low against the chill of the storm,
The numb fingers that hold the reins forgot what it was like to be warm;

    On a grassy knoll silhouetted against the rising sun,
    Astride his pinto pony...

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When I look on the white mans past     
And the tribes that never did last             
We have Reagan to thank
Indigenous profits, bank
Casinos, through the doors you'll pass






"Indian giver. When...

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high-priests are never family guy
indians are never family guy

when working,one-man army
during holidays,solo wanderer
high-priests are never family guy
indians are never family guy

when peace,no-rain like ban
during war,nuke like destruction
high-priests are never family guy
indians are never family guy

when commited,magic like colonising
during rest,magic like relinquishing world
high-priests are never family...

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When Shawn was 6 
I heard about Indians that throw sticks 
Me and my family were all up in the mountains 
There was a big lake 
I started walking around the lake 
I heard my Father state 
"Son you watch out for those stick Indians...

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Indians in six
Without any tricks
The tribe will be taking charge
For the Cubs just a mirage...

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There goes Pochahontas bent.
Sent with flaming arrows.
All that anger's meant to vent.
Just for faming harrows.

Lost to others who were sent.
Darrring Blaming sparrows.
Cost of all who met their fate
sought for claiming parrows.

All that land was meant to be.
Tribes of mainly darrows.
Lost to others much more fit.
flagrant...

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