Indian Poems - Poems about Indian

All through December the days were warm creeping into the high sixties Grass was green and roses blooming Nights gave warning with cold below freezing soon after the sun sets But the days made for walks and lawn chair visiting with...Read the rest...

White Supercilium, black face mask, White collar, Dark buff head with Black central stripe, Dark gray stout bill, Gray eye-ring with white awake – eyeliner, Buff crowned, Glossy blue, dark green, Turquoise-Blue, Shocking white wing-coverts, Thin black trace, garish scarlet...Read the rest...

Crimson saris, silk Woven with threads of gold, A dancer's graceful sway, Reflecting ancient lore, A turban's vibrant hues, Sun-baked earth, spice-scented air, Desert whispers tales, Of caravans afar, Carvings deep and bold, In temples, ancient stone, Echoing centuries old, Stories yet untold, From the Himalayas' snow, To...Read the rest...

Modernity damns judgment its prophets seen as hostile As the soulless watch and covet like a eunuch envies man What’s needed is more judgment and critique to moral order The essence of humanity what the soulless try to ban Irrational impulses driving them to lives of dark infliction Forcing them to claim the world in...Read the rest...

Hybronnet Poem, 14 lines, 10 syllables per line. ------------------------------------------------------- Brown, white, grey, black crown, across breast black band Colors saturated with calm grassland Too Heavy for a bird, too tall a bird Too less vision, too shy to fly...Read the rest...

A Tribute to Slim Whitman He led his horse towards a pool, Near a lovely large cotton tree. Far away, he heard the hooves Of a thousand bison as they crossed The dusty prairie in search of food. Near at...Read the rest...

Really do you believe The wheel of time turned and turned Lives into cross and man into Christ; That is this day of amazing sculpture When the sun of a anew era is rising On the horizon… He is getting us...Read the rest...

August rain: the best of the summer gone, and the new fall not yet born. The odd uneven time—Sylvia Plath End Of August The end...Read the rest...

In the dense forest, Rama continued his walk Seetha and Lakshmana following him, their steps slow and weak Tiredness had spread across both their faces pale While Rama, energetic, his spirit unbreakable Seeing this, both asked Rama, with concern...Read the rest...

I am an Indian I am a Hungarian, but I am an Indian, just loving of wood, getting a try of good I am white, but can’t be my kind, loving good, can’t you be on me...Read the rest...

Sacred Earths Tiny Dancer Arise, My Beloved! I say, Arise, My Love! For you are a Sacred Dancer In the Great Spirit's grand and glorious ceremony— A hallowed space where Ancient mountains spirited stories in stone. Valleys cradle the songs of...Read the rest...

Incredible warmth at October’s end kisses GoddesS Nature, and the only thing I can think about is yoU Do you recall the time we first met so like a dreaM? I saw you, and a poem inside me...Read the rest...

a pack of ducks swim startled by boats loud motors by-passing tossed bread...Read the rest...

In my kitchen's grasp, where spices hop free, Whispers of our memories, in each recipe. Khichdi's humble grace, a bow to our roots, In grains and lentils, tradition assent. Herbal notes linger, a fragrant ballet, a scenic design. As...Read the rest...

During the Civil War, money came late, Indians starved, left to their fate. Two braves came across a white farmer's food. They were hungry and stressed and in a bad mood. Little Bear picked up an egg, Grey Elk...Read the rest...