Love Native American Poems | Examples
These Love Native American poems are examples of Native American poems about Love. These are the best examples of Native American Love poems written by international poets.
Today’s blessing is from an Ojibwa prayer…
that goes out to all our human sisters and brothers….
Teach us love,
compassion
and honor
that we may heal the Earth…
and at the same time…heal each other.
Native American ancestors join hands
Chanting their mantra into the evening
Most in sky rises have no idea what is happening
Select three are empaths, they hear the chanting
When they look out their windows they see power
Giant native American ancestral shadows holding hands
Showing their strength, love for the land
Not caring to own it, but caring for it.
No one else knows
(May we hear and breathe the words of our indigenous ancestors
And may we all be so lucky as to have an indigenous future)
Life is a beautiful word.
Oh Great Spirit
As we walk across the Earth
Teach us
Help us find
Peace
Dignity
Respect
The courage and strength to be brave
Wisdom and truth
Kindness
Honesty
Humility
We look to you for love
Compassion
and honor
So we can make a better world
for everyone
and everything
...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 rotted away
the quickly built the next.
The one you see now was installed
back in nineteen-thirty,
and it’s still standing proudly since
they made it of concrete.
It may be trendy in our times
to mock the settlers brave,
to feel bad for the Indians,
and yes, mistakes were made.
Some might not even like this tale,
but we still tell it yet,
since even now I can’t recall
a more heroic death.
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Clouds of grey hues,
Swim across the air above.
A dove is flying high,
Racing to reach his nest below.
You can feel the rain,
Drizzling droplets from the sky.
Pouring as it comes,
Faster and faster raindrops fly.
The soil becomes saturated by water.
Flowers dancing mirthfully,
Through their pads where they rooted.
Blades of grass seem happy, too!
Poise, the clouds of grey hues.
Balance and harmony,
They do bring,
For all the living things!
You were dressed in a midnight blue
Hooded cloak, the full moon an apparition
Of your face.
I fell in love with the eternal abyss of your
Heart and pondered upon the fists you clenched
Fiercely only to see them abruptly disappear
Into the thickness of my body and surroundings
Leaving an indelible mark engraved upon my
Sullen carcass.
I remember trying to contain you as though you were
A wild fire burning bright in a bleak winters night.
Nothing could.
You showed hue's of manipulation, and it seared
My cranium.
Pain was a friend I didn't want or need,
But I took my lumps, believing I deserved it,
You thought so too.
The lies you spake against me broke me
As though I was a vase falling off the perch
Of a high shelf, shattering my skin that
Was of native American silhouette.
I took all this and then some more,
Carrying the excess baggage on my not
So happy travels, seeking refuge, finding none.
I laid down on golden beaches in the wake
Of your stormy seas, drowning in the love
I never wanted, but all my life, received.
Was it fashioned by Navajo?
I do not know, I said. But I love it.
Maybe it is Hopi, grandfather suggested.
Or Zuni.
It doesn’t matter to me, I told him.
I absolutely love it.
I would love it more if I knew, he said.
Why does he have to love it? It is mine.
Was it fashioned by Navajo?
I do not know, I said. But I love it.
Maybe it is Hopi, grandfather suggested.
Or Zuni.
It doesn’t matter to me, I told him.
I absolutely love it.
I would love it more if I knew, he said.
Why does he have to love it? It is mine.
Bound to a promise to his dying chief
This mighty Cheyenne warrior knew it was a promise he had to keep.
He must bring back the daughter of Running Wolf for him to to gaze upon
One last time before he goes to his eternal sleep.
This brave took her from the only life she had ever known,
And holds her captive as they traveled far from this home.
On their journey to the village she began to notice a gentleness in this young Man,
He too he began to have feelings for girl and also knew he could never take her Back to her home again.
He looked at her and felt a burning desire deep in his soul,
A feeling he like pne he had never known.
Gray Eagle then knew his quest was over,
He knew in his hert and soul he no longer had to roam.
He knew that he had found his true love his Heart Song,
She looked at him and also knew by his side she would stay
By his side she would forever belong.
Happy Thanksgiving
By Michelle Morris
23/11/2023
Happy Thanksgiving
Thanksgiving for everything
Happy Thanksgiving
Thanksgiving to everyone
Happy Thanksgiving
Thanksgiving and best wishes
Happy Thanksgiving
Family love and eternal blessings
© Michelle Morris, 2023
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red skin in the family now
feather in a cap
At Wounded Knee, we haunt the hill
Where many moons ago we were killed
As herds of buffalo wax and wane
And big sky and silence don't profane
But bless the land where once we fell.
The Men and our beloved Sitting Bull
Women and Young commune one and all;
We love, we laugh and we dance for rain
At Wounded Knee.
Be not fooled by the silence of the hill
For the air above our bones is not still
But stirring among the oaks and grain
Our fleeting spirits wait not in vain
To arise and breathe again and we shall
At Wounded Knee.
The brave seemed ferocious to many
He wore a scowl that fended them off
Unfriendly and unapproachable
Until the right woman discovered him
She tamed him into a new man
Protective sure, but there was a loving side now
The neighbors were not fearing his wigwam fire
Especially after he became a new daddy
He was a real person after that
Approachable and friendly
Thanks to the love of a good woman
And a handsome young son
Inspired by a moving storyline from a show. Rape takes more than a woman's body. It is a violation of her soul.
Piece of her soul
By Michelle Morris
12/08/2023
She sits in the dark
Can't leave her home
She doesn't believe in justice
She won't know their atonement
Two men took her body
They took her screams
They took a piece of her soul
They took her life's freedom
The terror and the nightmares
Whilst asleep and whilst awake
No one should have that power
Over another person's fate
Will she find the strength
To call back those pieces
Her shattered psyche
Her soul's darkened recesses
To use the power
The medicine inside
Support of her ancestors
Support of her tribe
Rape is more than four letters
It can lead to a life sentence
For the victim, not the perpetrators
One of those terrible life lessons
No woman deserves such cruelty
No man deserves such dominion
We are each accountable to the other
Our souls are linked in eternity
Let's start by turning on the Light
Within our souls and in our lives
Let's be gentle with each other
Make love and sex non weaponized
© Michelle Morris, 2023