Native American Poems | Examples of Native American Poetry

...Since that day there has been a cross perched high atop the bluff, and when the town grew up they thought they should show him their love. That’s how we became Sintertown, their way to show respect, when the first cross...Read the rest...

...A warrior shrieked, pitched sideways, bled when he hit the ground, the Apache spurred their horses, looking to flank around. But John expected such a thig, he looked right and saw one, the Indian jerked violently, bullet through his eardrum. Just them a...Read the rest...

You see that there? That’s Sinter’s Cross, on the bluff by the stream, a cross has stood there with his name since eighteen eighty-three. That was the year John Sinter fell, but I’ll not skip ahead, I’ll do it right and...Read the rest...

Standing in this shadow of a life cloaked in my ancestors grief A potential seized by panic, and insecurity I'm questioning Were all of our footsteps frozen There was a time we fought but that spark was...Read the rest...

sunset red fruitage raspberries ripe on the vine ~ perfect pink parfait (July Full Moon – Native American) ...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...

Today we took a beautiful hike…a journey we wanted to make through some woods, across a meadow ending up at Two Medicine Lake. This lake is sacred to the Blackfeet Nation because, as they explain, it’s one of...Read the rest...

Sacred Mother My people walk upon the Earth gently, respectful of those who walked before whose atoms mingle in the stardust sprinkled from shore to shining shore. My people hold Her sacred, and cling to a long chanted prayer that all...Read the rest...

Pilgrims aboard the Mayflower As sails made the most of the breeze Longed to make home in a brave new land Enduring the most vicious seas Finally, anchored they ‘trod’ Plymouth rock And not one was in a bikini Conflict with...Read the rest...

tantalizing treat mustard burgeoning crimson ~ mockingbird lipstick (June Full Moon – Algonquian, Ojibwe, Dakota, and Lakota)...Read the rest...

IV. Interconnected Web Teach your children the ethos of the rampart- of the earth under their feet. Is it more than just soil? It's heaven — The Chosen Hallowed Retreat Where...Read the rest...

II. Nature's Cyclical Dance End is not death. Changing into something new is good. A leaf falls, then goes back into the dark soil. Next year's flowers sleep under winter's quiet. We fear the end, but nature shows us...Read the rest...

"Awakening to the Red Road: An Ecopoetic Odyssey" I. Anthropocentric Dissonance - Daniel Henry Rodgers Do you hear that rumbling? That's the ancient woodlands wailing and crying out! I can hear their echoes mourning as we silence those whispering...Read the rest...

Willow Feather sent up the signal expecting the Great Father to send the right help Other native Americans saw, but many did not know his language I wish my dad was still alive, he thought He would get the...Read the rest...

For My Children - Daniel Henry Rodgers As dawn's first blush ignites the eastern sky—a cool Caress of dew upon the breeze—and the birds' serenade Pierces the silence, their notes ascending high. The mist, like a spectral ballet, pirouettes, twirling In the...Read the rest...