American Indian Poems - Poems about American Indian

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 hidden streams, Their banks are a living topiary of green medicine. Autumn leaves are like eagle feathers of the seasons Twirl against branches,...

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The American Indians have a story to tell and a way of life that history knows so well. For many years, the great tribes stretched across the land. Raising their families from nature’s own hand. They built their homes in the...

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They where hunter gatherers at one with the land, They thanked mother earth with song and dance, Occasionally another tribe would raid and kill, Years they lived on the land with customs and traditions The head was the chief beloved by all, Happy .... not knowing what was to come. White man came they wanted their land, White man spoke with folk...

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Erasure Poem So many fake Indians these days Elizabeth Warren is one And according to my DNA results I am too But my grand-parents spoke Cherokee my mom claims And they disappeared into the hills She claims Is the DNA test wrong? Was I adopted ? Or is it possible That I am a real deal A real Cherokee Or am I fake Cherokee??? A Cherokee weighed...

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Grasslands felt them a week early, Knew they were coming, Heard them from many days off. Not in a hearing way, more of a spiritual knowing. Grasslands had keen eyes, and strong feelings, And a magnificent vibration sensation, that felt things way ahead. She prepared herself for their assault, it came every year. The air was pregnant with the thought of...

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Foretelling nacreous cloud In the midday sky Mother-of-pearl Beautifully priceless Mother of Game smiled Rainbow cloud sent by the ancestors Announcing spirit would send animals To the men tomorrow A successful hunt First rainbow cloud she had ever seen Foretold by Wise Woman Bringing joy to the tribe The fire dance would be Fantastic tonight The elders were now Starring at the sky...

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American Indian, Nightshades, Moonshadows And Howling Wolf Thirsty for red moon, its sacred beams and eternal pull howling-out to speak to this dark and blind world, without fear; Your echoes enter, soulful bones of insightful red man birthing growing urges to return and run truly free, falling upon ancient trails, foraging for lean red meat race with red-heart's deepest desires into...

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As I watch the smoke form itself upward, away from the fire, I clearly see myself as a Native American, and this smoke as a signal. This must be how we leave our bodies, I say to my spirit guide, Little Bear. He laughs. I cannot see him, but I often hear his laughter in the woods. When we leave,...

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Sits at house and plays with mouse......

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Native American people had a set rule of living The men hunted and protected The women, cook, child mind and made clothing To maintain both was an accomplishment. The man when it's time to forage for food Got ready their spears, arrows, bows and knives These were the tools of their trade Bringing home the buffalo, turkey, deer, salmon to survive Nothing...

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To the roof of the world… the mighty eagle flies Silently watching the Earth down below Flying mile after mile, day after day Their solemn spirits soaring in Heavenly skies From all the forests, from all of the plains From all the mountains high above Discarding sacred bones beneath the dust They see many people leave their Earthly stains We stand steadfast and...

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