Best Navajo Poems

Argent moons myriad known, beneath an endless zenith sky
When hotter suns unaltered and stars ruled as aperture fever of a night
Around a fire this Naabeeho song begun, sung louder than a heaven's choir
As “Soaring Feather” was tuft mothered, from Navajo out of Chief Eagle Gray's...

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Spirit of the Navajo
How hard life has become
Reciting prayers of long ago
Alcohol an escape for some

How hard life has become
Water is a scarcity
Alcohol an escape for some
Look at them with pity

Water is a scarcity
Wells will soon run dry
Look at them with pity
How could one not...

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A red Navajo blanket
Shines in the setting sun—
Marking a cowboy’s final rest
When that long ride is done.

There will be no wood marker
Or stone to note his place—
We’ll just remember laughter
And long recall his face.

“Please boys,” he asked us softly,
“Do one last thing for me
And put...

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Navajo Spirit


The Amazon is amazing, so why are you still destroying,
Its beauty and your integrity?  You are a monster devouring.
This natural beauty is in our way;
So we must destroy to build again.
We must cause Mother Nature incredible pain;
For she has given us all these...

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I believe I may be Navajo my mind is telling me so
I can't help it but when I dance the rain makes all things grow

The universe is in my heart the nation's will return
Respect for mother  lay in her womb
The fire walkers will one...

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Navajo celebration
death is life
wakan tanka in the sky
where earth people become holy people
the soul is now free from suffering...

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Can you hear them? The tribal chants
Chanted only when a member advance

Can you feel it reverberating in your bones?
Can you hear the distant tribal people's tones?

With binoculars - watch the tribal daughters dance
There's the chief with a headdress and mask

There's the tribal elder - concocting...

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your eyes, black diamonds as dark and potent as your soul
your skin, the color of your sandstone mesas
your hair, a sacred silky, shiny, black mane
stranded with blue lapis, white shell, and red corral
Navajo princess with your big burning heart 
full of Native sorrow

generation after generation
of...

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I ride the mesas
Wherever I go
Are Hopi, Zuni,
And tall Navajo

So many people
On dry, barren land
All Trump says is,
"They sure have got sand!"...

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Perched within the fair La Plata
just beneath the great San Juans
basking in the starlit rapture 
as the dusk approaches dawn

Lies the point of inspiration 
where lost souls have found their way
each unto the revelation
offered there in Rafter J. 

Abandoned by the Anasazi 
tamed by Ute...

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He was already an old man the first time, at us, he waved 
and that memory is one his sister and I…in our hearts have forever saved.

We learned his name was Joseph…and as a general rule
the three of us would sit together on his porch…on...

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