Nature Native American Poems | Examples
These Nature Native American poems are examples of Native American poems about Nature. These are the best examples of Native American Nature poems written by international poets.
brightest bulb in sky
colors trees with chill and hue ~
sparks of cold winter
(September Full Moon – Assiniboine)
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mauve mountain shadows
creep across verdant valley ~
purple moon rises
(August Full Moon – Tlingit people of the Pacific Northwest)
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Amidst thy grassy sea,
Stands a lone cottonwood tree.
A man of red–
His many feathers
Scatter like dust–
Away in the wind.
Amidst thy cottonwood tree,
Lies a man who once was free.
A man of blue–
My musket, aflush
A sacred scarlet–
Stricken with iron.
‘Thy brother’s blood crieth unto me.’
My blank canvas,
Suspends in time–
For I – I
Hath begotten flames–
Unto this rich plain
Of gold.
My brother in red–
He is dead–
And my sin hath killed him.
In shaking tears,
I run out into the sky–
Chasing his feathers.
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chocolate-cracked earth
sizzling Stygian summer ~
lizard on a stick
(July Full Moon – Native American)
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Juicy and sweet, these berries delight,
Unique flavor with a hint of almond's bite.
Native to North America's land,
Eaten fresh or dried, both are grand.
Baked into pies or made into jam,
Enjoyed in wines, a treat for the fam.
Rosy bronze leaves in spring's embrace,
Rich in nutrients, a healthful grace.
Indigenous peoples cherished them so,
Essential vitamins they bestow.
Saskatoon berries, nature's gift we know.
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mauve to indigo
sweetened by nature's largesse ~
mockingbird mayhem
(June Full Moon – Haida)
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a placid lake at sunrise
bending to fill a weaved basket
water's reflect a native squaw
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perpetual rains ~
pompous peepers parading
warming spring waters
(May Full Moon – Cree)
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fish swimming upstream
spawning dreams of renewed life ~
cries of joyfulness
(April Full Moon – coastal Tribes)
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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 stop calling destruction progress?
You have unmade the future with your hands.
You stand in halls of power,
shaking hands, signing papers,
while the earth burns outside your windows.
You speak of policies and targets,
but the trees hear only silence.
I have no more gentle words for you.
You are not kings; you are thieves.
You are not leaders; you are gravediggers.
I have seen your promises turn to dust,
and I refuse to bless your betrayal.
But still, the roots remember.
Still, the earth waits for justice.
The wind carries my voice in the rustling leaves,
pleading with those who have not yet forgotten
to rise, to fight, to heal.
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a solemn whiteness
blankets the arctic muskox ~
luxe qivuet duvet
(January Full Moon – Algonquin)
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warm winds whispering
sweet sounds silently soothing ~
lone leaf lands lightly
(October Full Moon – Cree)
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Do you hear the drumbeat of my heart?
The thunder of a Star’s descendent?
I’m bound to the sound there is no evil;
Nature is both the left and right hand;
Do you hear the pounding deep inside?
My spirit runs with the seven in the sky;
Coast to coast through the mountains,
I honor every mile of wide open land;
Do you hear the ancestral cry roll
whenever the Earth needs a warrior?
Cherokee and Blackfoot within me,
the blood in my veins a native groove;
Do you hear the drumbeat of my heart?
The thunder of a Star’s descendent?
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"Pacha MaMa"
(written by Michelle L LeBlanc 07/20/2024)
Pacha Mama, sweet Mother Earth
I find peace within your presence
From you, much life has given birth
I am thankful to you today
For peace within your wings
As I sit under your branches
As my heart learns to sing
Your beauty all around me
Such peace within your arms
As I ground in your presence
It shuts off the inner alarms
You nurture my heart
And bring healing to my soul
So many wounds from childhood
The Frog helping me to console
The wind blows the branches
As you wave through the trees
You sure know how to soothe a heart
And bring it a sure sense of peace
Too often we've been disconnected
From the power you withhold
I guess it's time to listen
To the ancient stories being told
The Natives had it right
We are connected to the Earth
More than we could ever imagine
I think it's time for a rebirth!
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sunset red fruitage
raspberries ripe on the vine ~
perfect pink parfait
(July Full Moon – Native American)
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