Best Knee Poems

if you wanted to dance with me
i mean really wanted to dance with me
then i would
i would dance with you

if you needed me to walk on water
i would stand there until the lake froze
then i would
i would walk on water for you

if you suggested i...

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An outpouring of happiness,
love surges up from the heart
and splashes against the soul;
an emotion exclusive to humans.

More than a ubiquitous word,
love is an overwhelming desire,
that burns in your heart
and merges with your soul;
defying logic and reason.

The heart entertains a multitude
of inexplicable feelings,
beyond all hopes and...

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tempest stomps her feet
as she shakes her liquid skirt
knee deep in N'awlins...

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On December the twenty eight in the year eighteen ninety
Major Samuel Whitside was on patrol, with the seventh cavalry
When they sighted a party of Indians from the Lakota nation
And told them they'd be escorted to Pine Ridge Reservation.

The next day they arrived at the creek,...

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Poet:  Ken Jordan 
Poem:  One Knee 
Edited by:  Sparkle Jordan 
written:  September 2017


One Knee

Yes, I kneel down on one knee 
damn right I do -
I will not honor an Anthem 
of a country that don’t honor me -

One Knee 
I was...

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They Call It Wounded Knee 

I came, I saw, I cried;
To the field where they died.
They call it Wounded Knee;
My peoples' history.

Bodies lying, frozen to the ground;
No mourners to be found.
Children still clinging to their mothers;
Laying dead beside their brothers.

The smell of death in the...

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Take a Knee
Let’s call it a day
We’ve been over this 
‘Til there’s naught else to say

Take a knee 
Don’t make a sound 
My will is Power 
Now get on the ground 

Take a knee 
One day you’ll see
When I’ve got the gun
Justice is Me

May 29,...

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Creator of heaven and earth
whose Son was born of virgin birth
one God, a trinity of three,
on bended knee, I worship thee.

Lord of kindness, mercy, and love
hailed on Earth and Heaven above
whose eternal spirit runs free,
on bended knee, I worship thee.

You gave life to clay with...

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I once had a Doc take some stitches
Apparently not without glitches
Because now when I sneeze
I jerk at the knees
And kick people in the britches...

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Historically accurate, narrative poem

29 December, 1890 - At Wounded Knee Creek

A baby cries for its mother slain
and a way of life dies on that frozen plain.
Old Chief Big Foot and his small band,
for Custer’s last stand are made to pay-
on that cold December day.
Women, children,...

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On bended knee
I hope you know
Of how much I feel
my heart bestow

For now I offer
my hand my love
a golden band 
and pure white doves

Perhaps you'll arrive
in princess carriage
what ever you want 
the perfect marriage

Through happiness
and sickness too
I've one true love
and that is you

So if you'll...

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Executing my pace to destiny with an added pair of legs
makes it a perfect symphony
the long queue of my aspirations and visions
will translate into reality
by passing through the doors of your views.

Your focus, ideology and belief, nothing more I expect
corresponding to mine, like a lock...

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Chorus:

Wounded Knee, hear their plea,
Hear their cries, hear their sighs,
Hear their dreams,
The Ghost Dance
Was their chance to be free.

Narration:

When the gold rush in the 1870's,
Brought the white man in,
Crazy Horse and Sitting Bull,
Began to raid again.

Who knows if it was just or not,
In wild and...

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I am pondering the necessity of speech,
the redundancy of spoken words, each by each,
the answers given as so many times before,
the repetitiveness becomes hard to endure.

"I'm fine, how're you?" Robotic, knee-jerk answers,
meaningless words that eat our language like cancer,
"Of course I love you" and "No...

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The Black Hills wept for Thee

East of the Black Hills of South Dakota, 
On the Pine Ridge Reservation,
Live a proud tribe of Oglala Lakota, 
Part of the Great Sioux Nation.

On saddled chargers rode half the Regiment,
of the Seventh Cavalry.
A tune they played on behalf of...

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