Best Native American Poems

INDIAN INK

Indian Accent, form 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...

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your labored breathing
called out to me
and in my soul I knew
what needed to be done

I reached for the drum
to summon the spirits
called out to ancestors
and...

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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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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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--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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We Are One


Dear Ancient Sister
I hear your distant calls finding me on a gentle breeze
You have lived in my dreams for many seasons

My voice 
Your...

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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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Medicine Hat Appaloosa
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Remember free will too has been gifted,
with freedom allied to fate's fickle choice.
Tendered words uttered still..now uplifted, 
God provides each one a life...

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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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A feather lost glides, drifting, it soars, 
In the mighty wind, it twirls and swirls, as if dancing;
Once, the People owned all the wilderness,
They...

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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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     My Chief ...

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

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Angel Bones

Two Hundred fifteen angels  (Narration by an elder)
each buried in a shallow grave
The monsters said the Angels were savages
that they were there to...

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[Just a little note to help maintain the peace on Soup.          
To cause no animosity among...

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













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

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Come with me to the Talking Tree
a place where spirit and nature can be.
Where science of the forest couples
with ancient traditions of the land.
Where indigenous...

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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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I’ve sat atop my boulders of woe, peering across a sun bit desert landscape, where clouds hung from its sky like cotton balls. Reflecting upon...

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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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