Native Poems - Poems about Native

I must travel Eastward hands among the village people rise at a sunlit moon along the Soceye river flourishing fish gather deep Winter snow melt still brings a rise to the river's dream alone.... along the banks a whispering...Read More

along the Kalapuya river I lie in my sacred nest where the great spirit comforts me and and song of the ancient ones confess a simple love of beauty an ominous rythmn complex rising from the pounding drums as this ceramony...Read More

massively the amazon passes under giant water lilies like a slow road off this vein of the jungle a Sateré-Mawé boy plunges his hand into a glove made of bullet ants to become a warrior. he will be paralyzed and...Read More

She drums a beat no one else has heard. It comes from her soul, unique like her. A song maker, she shines in all ways. Happily drumming her own rhythm....Read More

Thunderbird princess lives in her own truth Aware of her many assets, shining her light, Showing confidence and capability in all she does Her words wise, her counsel sought by others Revered and respected, a sky daughter of Apache...Read More

im gonna be a player lil bug im gonna show them all how you survive as a white indian with authority and daddy issues i’m gonna be a rapper lil bug they want you to be a sacred thing, chaste...Read More

they say humans are a little bioluminous my light shines from my heart. it makes shadows on the people i stand with entranced by the chanter whose voice sends waves through our blood everything has its tides ancestral fires were carried...Read More

what has capital given us? rubber Cahokians stood up behind glass like scarecrows when you walk through the museum it looks back at you two people traumatized into being neocorporate wunderkinds shell shocked into playing...Read More

I send warm thoughts to the Sky Father. Hoping to glean His favor during the hunt. Sending my braves into the wild, under His protection He will respond in His own way in His own time. I realize sometimes...Read More

in america there are many mysteries not often mentioned by the public there are beasts in the woods who aren’t animals otherworldly beings called skinwalkers but if you don’t listen to native folklore you’d never know my...Read More

alas, used to not be alaska but russia, yet the people remained borders moving across them like the northern lights something you don't feel the roar of the ocean is nothing once at shore the numb of...Read More

Through Her Eyes It’s through her eyes, that hide her cries, one sees into her soul which feigns the fears and teems with tears that time cannot console. She’s heard the rhymes of ancient times as elders tell their...Read More

Flying free in rooftop ecstasy Raptor's wings direct with feathered pins strong, erect swelling mountain chests then wings brought safely down protecting Earth's most sacred wounds. Standing Yang with wings wide spread Left then Right rebalancing Bent over filling in Yin's flow extending gratitude for out bold...Read More

Grandmother spider’s weaving is intricate, delicate, beyond compare Like Belgium lace or the intricate weave of a bamboo chair She spins her truth by night, it gets water beads on it by day. We observe in silence as...Read More

Natives, Adivasi, however we identify them, They were there before we came, and took over their land from them, We used them, displaced them, put a dagger of pain in their hearts, They only shed tear of...Read More