Best Native American Poems

“Indian Accent”

Hear the whispers inside

Chanting from long ago
Echoes come and go
Losing time in a soft eternal glow

A beautiful and delicate autumn mountain scene
Dry blue eyes...

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I see the wrinkles in your suntanned brow,
You carried burdens then; you see them now.
You’ve heard the cries your people who in pain,
Have shed their...

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Vanished

is the wild magic of this place;
this wilderness I now roam alone
as its lifeblood seeps 
into 
Afterlife

..my mournful howls
across time and distance
go unanswered -
Oh, how...

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--Virginia Slim--

Different eyes, the same world 
Ancient skin, dirty Indian Girl 
Smokey, eyes, exotic raven hair 
---Now listen to  the colors, of transformation, 
On...

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listen to the drum,

talking to the dance

listen to the elders, 

whispering their chants

listen to the hooves, pounding on the plain

listen to the birds, prophesying rain

listen...

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The ranch on which I hang my hat, though short on most the frills,
Is thirteen sections, give or take, of rugged trails an’ hills.
We call...

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Cherokee Tears

ceremonial drums' rhythmic heartbeat
impassioned tribal chants
echo in Smoky Mountain mist before dawn

tortured spirit of an ignoble president
Andrew Jackson seems imprisoned here
haunted by wailing ghosts...

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Charcoal black tip of arrowhead,
among these ancient, stones - stained red

Heartbeats share rhythms of ghostly drums..
Winds carry haunting, chanting hums

I feel your blood, flow here...

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Cherokee chamber,
where a pow wow stampeedes preconceptions of inheritence,
from Her beaded neck charms of chance & chains of change
glisten from opulent offerings of roots, corn...

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Susan Boulet was an artist 1941-1997
Her paintings are famous for their layered effects which she started later on in her artistic career. She loved fantasy...

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The year 1890
December 29th
Wounded Knee, South Dakota
My tribe lost their lives

The USS 7th
On their orders so
To round up the Sioux
Railroad herd them and go

Us Lakota...

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Oh Great Dream Weaver
may the strands of hair 
be placed just so

While the fog settles down 
out in the fields hovering
ever so low

With wise hands...

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steal their land
then dine with them....
no reservations needed













**for Chris Aechtner's Yet Another Senryu contest...

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As a child, broken and forlorn I climbed a high cliff seeking spiritual guidance,
it is the culture of my native people to look to the...

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Speechless clementine horizons infuse lilac hues, 
tinting twilight's tepid breeze, reflecting sensually,
kissing tranquil waters, forming momentary ripples.

Chocolate cosmos awake greeted by fresh frangipani,
blending luscious flavours...

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Since a child I have wandered and explored,
the forest and all the meadows and streams;
the spirit wind has been my great reward,
my hair taken along...

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     My Chief ...

Thoughts go back to it again, the day you found me on the plain,
   Bloody from...

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For several thousands of years
you upheld the sacredness of Nature
avoiding wanton destruction 
of plant and animal life
taking only what you needed
since their sacredness was 
just...

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"O-ka-hey!", the Sioux warrior's cry,
"Today is a good day to die!"

Tribal drums beat along banks of the river,
White mists drift upon the turquoise-blue,
They take their...

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Melding thoughts.. A guiding force;
Showed strength through sharing Ways, 
drew spirit, from the great One, following the wind,
finding a hollow,  gliding the currents stringing...

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The old indian chief had seen much
fought in many a battle or raid
he had fathered seven children 
with his four fine young wives

Now he took...

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Your sweet nectar
wraps around my senses
like jungle vines
steady drums beating
Your heart near mine

Your strong hands
hold me suspended
by my waist
Just enough pain and strength
against my supple...

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‘neath the halo of a full moon
Wind Talker gives music to the night
flute carved from a fallen tree
 
he plays to the dwindling forest
trees that...

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I am like
Cleopatra
embraced by serpents many
fear
always trying something new
and dramatic with my
hair
I am like
Eva Patrón
growing up with a painful family
getting lost in movies
thinking of my...

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