Short Cherokee Poems

Short Cherokee Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Cherokee by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Cherokee by length and keyword.


Premium Member bony moon

bare bleached bones shining
	vapored vision of verglas ~
		horned owl screeches surge

(February Full Moon – Cherokee)
Form: Haiku


The Cherokee River

pink head salmon
leap from the
bright river currents of
the Cherokee River and
flop into the hollow mouth
of the black grizzly bear

Cherokee Speaks

At the rising sun they came,

driving us from our homeland.

Miles and miles our people limped.

The weakened ones fell.



For the "Miles" contest
Form: Dodoitsu

Premium Member three see his tender side

Wolf Heart has a noble soul
his tribe reveres him
Apache, Cherokee and Wyandotte fear him
only three see his tender side
his power animals and his wife Eagle feather

Premium Member Cherokee Trail

A journey they seek Now forcibly evicted ~~ Generations past ¬ Everlasting memories Follow the Cherokee Trail ~~ http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/indigenous-americans-2.php
Form: Tanka


Premium Member CHEROKEE PROVERB ON LIFE

There is a Cherokee proverb…a blessing
to which I now give voice:

When you were born, you cried
and the world rejoiced.
Live your life so that when you die
the world will cry
and you'll rejoice.
© Jim Yerman  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

B I A

A sinner in search of salvation
Discovered the Cherokee Nation
So many look white
The fit was just right
What white man needs a reservation? 

* BIA= Bureau of Indian Affairs
aka "Bossing Indians Around"
Form: Limerick

Premium Member Spirit of America

Spiritual beings
Caretakers of land
Legends and stories
Lovers of children
Saviors of settlers

United States
Cherokee nation
The Paute Tribe
Crow and Lakota

Apache
Wyandotte
Mohaw tribe

Native
People

Home

Premium Member Ado

I must bid you adieu
In just three languages will do
Donadagohvi--Cherokee
Adios--Spanish you see
Goodbye--English the language of you and me.


(Ado means busy, noisy bustle etc.  Hear I mean I am saying goodbye but I am busy.)
Form:

Premium Member Native American

Let them see,
Indigenous blood.
Overlook all madness
Let them see the partial son
Rise with pride, not sadness
If you gave,
My face their eyes,
A trait by shape,
And fashion,
Let them see my Cherokee,
Amid my given blackness.
Form: Lyric

Premium Member Sharing the Peace Pipe

Hi Yo, Silver...says, the Lone Ranger 
When Tonto, gets deep into danger 
From his tongue of Cherokee 
He yells out "kemosabe" 
Then they smoke peace pipes in the manger 


Limerick 3 Poetry Contest 
Sponsor Joseph May 
1-28-2019 

(99779 syllable count)
Form: Limerick

Premium Member Cherokee Rose

There's a Cherokee
Rose that's growing in
Georgia,  that's planted 
In the richest moist soil
Blooms are showy white

In spring time, thanks
For all your toil
Waxy green leaves
All the summer

Deep red hips
With seed for 
The birds, please

Bloom now
Autumn

Rose

Premium Member Goodbye To You

Russian--Dosvidaniya
Spanish--Adios
Arabic--Elalleqa
Persian--Khodaahaafez
Cherokee--Donadagohvi
Navajo--Hagoonea'
Japanese--Jane
German--Auf Wiedersehen
Italian--Arrivederci
French--Au Revor
Swedish--Hejda'
Hawaaiian--Aloha
Hebrew--Shalom

Goodbye in so many languages. It is time to go.  So long.
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Author Lucinda Cindy Cayton Note of Day By Day

LONESOME ROAD is a paved road that on a country drive in Perry county. Around Ziontown, Ohio. Population. 1. Cherokee Bison Ranch located on Lonesome Road. Around The Square Magazine. NOBLE COUNTY. A monthly publication. The magazine is free the third Monday of every month. Local authors. Is available:

    WWW.Journal-leader.com
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Premium Member Library Clues

“...like small Cherokee children, torn from freedom and
the mountains, paled in faded lodges by rocky Oklahoma streams.

Bettie M. Sellers Westward from Bald Mountain 1974

LIBRARY CLUES

Ms. Bettie Sellers’
bald mountain of poems
subtly lays dormant
until a Cherokee chats —
voices commune together

3/1/2020
Form: Tanka

Cherokee Maiden

Another time another place 
I remember your smiling face 
But time has faded such memories 
And only true love can set them free 
I have searched but could not find 
The one true love I left behind 
And here you are how can this be 
The spirits have smiled down on me 
And placed you here now with me 
The brave warrior and the maiden of the Cherokee
Form:

Cherokee Heart

Cherokee Warrior,
   so proud and free...
Tell me young warrior,
  what do you see?

A beautiful girl
  long hair of gold,
A carefree heart
  so tempting to hold.

Both young and so daring
  full of life and fun.
Each seeking happiness
  a place of your own.

A life of past hurts,
  could they overcome?
This Cherokee Warrior
  and the proud Golden One...
Form:

An Innocent Childhood Memory

In photographs and dreams,
memories of the Great Smoky Mountains, I see
Chilly streams

Clay pot crafting
Childhood days with my family
Rafting

Hot sun
in Cherokee
Fun!

In photographs and dreams.
childhood days with my family
fun!



*Cherokee is a town in the Smoky Mountain Range
August 19, 2020
An Innocent Childhood Memory Contest
Sponsored by:  Mohan Chutani
Form: Rhyme

Indian Autumn

Cooler days follow an old Cherokee trail into a reclaiming Indian summer. Yellow maple leaf singe at their edges. Russet hues are browning. Autumn may linger around town fraying and wilting until Halloween cuts down the sun. We peer sweating through imagined clouds. Evening bats are strung from charred branches and droop silently from their fire-proof strings.

A Valuable For Your Guy

Try some day to buy 
A valuable for your guy 
To arrest his joyless doubts 
And explode his joyful shouts; 
To on your account feel “High”
And his mind rid of “Why?”
The damned depressed capital ‘WHY’
Depressed men ask in beds they lie 

A forbidden fruit valuable it can be 
Of some forbidden valuable tree…
Your final ‘Yes’ to his wished Cherokee 
Of a price the sting of bee!
Form: Rhyme

Cherokee Summer

Paint ponies by the lodge
White manes

Turned silver in the moon’s glow
Taste of Mother Earth

Burden baskets hang at the door
They hold many seasons

Of worries & fears
The night owl comes

He sings the death song
Your time here has ended

The West door beckons you
Night Owl grows silent

© March 1984



In Memory of Jacob Michael MacCallister
March 18, 1957 ~ January 26, 1983

Cherokee Travelers' Blessing

Cherokee Travelers' Blessing
loose translation by Michael R. Burch

I will extract the thorns from your feet.
For yet a little while, we will walk life's sunlit paths together.
I will love you like my own brother, my own blood.
When you are disconsolate, I will wipe the tears from your eyes.
And when you are too sad to live, I will put your aching heart to rest.

Originally published by Better Than Starbucks

The Brave Cherokee Maiden

Her heart yearns for better days
Her love of her land she displays
Tee-pee tall and strong of leather
Just to block unspeakable weather.

She lingers near the cool blue-green pond
She longs for lost lover in the beyond
He a brave fought the wild war
Did not know what was soon in-store.

Days of travel now behind
Trial of tears of no other kind
She sits in woods cool breezes blow
With heart heavy as family go.

Linda Terrell
December 20, 2009
Form: Rhyme

I Remember

I remember another place anther time,
 So long ago, so many memories left behind.
Promises made under the moonlit sky,
And them in the blink of an eye, you were gone and I never knew why.
A  mighty warrior over so many braves, you watched over all of us,
You gave us your kindness, your wisdom, and most of all you gave us your trust.
And so as  I think of you and remember you so  fondly 
 Know you will always be my warrior, my friend, my brave Cherokee
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Breaking the Sound Barrier

A Korean War veteran
with a yearning to fly,
having tasted that feeling 
of floating with the clouds,
that feeling of hanging 
suspended in utter quiet,
of wanting to reach out
and gather the stars,
that incredible feeling of riding 
the sky, sitting in God's lap.

A memory that would not fade,
but called him back and back,
until he returned to the skies
in a Cherokee 235, and flew
coast to coast, city to city,
like the wind that blows
where it will.
© Cona Adams  Create an image from this poem.

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