Native Poems - Poems about Native

perpetual rains ~ pompous peepers parading warming spring waters (May Full Moon – Cree)...

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As a kid I wouldn’t of thought that this is how it was, For every feeling of giving up, For every kick of the drum; My heart would call my bluff. As as a kid all I wanted was a feeling I could grow up, Living how I want, I wonder if that’s really enough...

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Damp linens flung aside sodden cushions Flank by flank She was damp Nickel sack and bark rings Verdant gaze meet hazel orbs Ripe late April Northern Flatlands moisture Slaughterhouse savory mist perfume Slender dull rose covering on the pane Cooling unit recirculating Coral beams groom her visage Midday vernal noon the drizzle ceased the light slivered in Naked gourd blossoms adhesive juice Lurching brined The toddler flesh on her abdomen She...

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Healing through drinking. Enjoying life through smoking Tobacco and weed. Perhaps natives were always Onto that very something....

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fish swimming upstream spawning dreams of renewed life ~ cries of joyfulness (April Full Moon – coastal Tribes) ...

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The milatary cant place you? Whats wrong with it? Its Understaffed to the umteenth bed.' If youre from the country its even worse.' I beleive theres more chance if Ypu have four legs.? Your head on two necks praps thats Cause your easier fed.? Or if you are purple? Or think a Certain way like perpendicular periperal could wr...

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May the healing mother give your heart peace May the forgiving father watch over you as you sleep May your spirit animal, the deer, issue you much needed comfort May your totem, the turtle, show you the way to health May your sweat lodge sisters pray that your cancer dissipates May your family dream of better times and ways to...

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metamorphosis black-headed beetle larvae ~ willful wings unfurl (March Full Moon – Naudowessie (Dakota) ...

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I ran across a prayer to the Earth written many years ago by the Lakota Sioux and mixing my words in with theirs… I’d like to share this prayer with you: Oh Great Spirit..whose voice I hear in the wind and whose breath has given life and innocence to me… I am small and weak and I need your wisdom to...

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Dream Song of the Thunders Chippewa saying translation by Michael R. Burch Sometimes I bemoan my “plight” when all the while the wind bears me across the immense sky. What is life? The flash of a firefly. The breath of the winter buffalo. The shadow scooting across the grass that vanishes with sunset. —Blackfoot saying, translation by Michael R. Burch Cherokee Travelers' Blessing I translation by Michael...

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When you ask me who I am, I can not be sure what to say. Am I a savage woman? My answer might dismay. Do I know what family is? It is surely hard to say. You see, Not too long ago in this country of the strong and free, My people had their freedom taken  and it has long since wore it’s effect...

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bare bleached bones shining vapored vision of verglas ~ horned owl screeches surge (February Full Moon – Cherokee) ...

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I planted trees, but you set forests on fire. I healed the earth, but you poisoned the rivers. I told you, again and again, that the land is not yours to wound— but you carve its flesh with greed. How many roots must wither before you listen? How many storms must drown your cities, how many fields must crack and crumble before you...

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An old couple seated on a park bench…lamenting the trouble the world is in… wondered if there was ever a time when the hierarchy of human values was not based on the color of one’s skin. A time when from the mountains to the valleys…across the rivers and the plains… membership in a society was not based on one’s...

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At day break, Commanche maiden wanders to the river Solemn silence greets her, then a tiny flick in the water Brother catfish, she guesses, Movement to the west She turns and meets the eyes of a fawn The creature is here to give her a lesson She listens the best she can For fawn is her spirit animal She has much to learn...

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