Romance Native American Poems

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...

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I always said that when I die,
I would love to return as a butterfly.
One with yellow, velvet dominions,
Fragile and lofty pinions.

I confused freedom of flight,
With...

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Blue Sky

Rocks.
Deep in the ground. 
Pulled from the darkness
by the sweat of brave men, 
ever challenging the black. 

Holes in the ground that hold the...

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Your Shoes

Are the wrong size. 
I never liked how they looked, but I was silent.
You made me that way, for a long time.
Not forever.

All grown...

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Bright

A tiny seed and plain dirt. 
Water, sunshine, and faith.
Then… not quickly, not slowly…
but… at the right moment.
A delight to the eyes, 
and a magnificent...

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Lurking Darkness

Sleep now my love, 
you have earned a great rest. 
It has been hard on you.
It has been hard on us. 
There is still...

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If I was a tree....
Would you sit by my side,
Write poetry,
Seek shelter in the rain?

If I was a river....
Would you bathe your spirit,
Drift aimlessly,
Dive to...

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We Are The Ghost Dance Poets
  by David Lee Herring (The Powwow Poet)

  
We come together from near and far
Like wise men following...

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Mockingbird

I will be your shelter;
Amidst the storms in life.
I will be a light;
Within the darkest nights.

I will be a rock;
For you to make your stand.
I...

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If there be a day,
When I do not call your name.
Know that I care,
My feelings are the same.
If there be a time,
That I do not...

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The Dream Visit 

It is in the shadows of the night;
When the moon is awake.
That you come into sight;
And offer me your hand to take.

In...

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The story of the warrior and blue flower                 ...

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Kenya was glowing but Nubia didn't know 
why.  "You know what?  You been trying to 
get me to dread my hair for the...

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The Petty Posh-Wahzee - Liberation & Ostentation


The Not-So Distant Past:

The fallen fighters for freedom, are unable to turn in their graves,
their battered, fragmented bones, mixed...

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Greetings, good and kind fellow Soup-ers!

'Tis wonderful, I say,
to be a Soup-er, so if I may,

I humbly request you to lay down your pen dipped...

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