Indians Poems - Poems about Indians

Survival deceit One by one Someone will be among The murderer Mysterious Curious Step by step elimination Death on someone’s mind Jealousy all genuine Unexpected individual drop Surprises in no realizes begin Until the very end Various stages disappearance Uncontrollable breathing Fate One will stand Then there was one. ...

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people own the land worn trails meant something to heart indians of time...

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The cowboys always won The Indians always lost I yearned to see a cowboy with an arrow through his chest But then I read a story 'bout a cowboy who'd been scalped ...

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ONE: Is our Near East in Asia? Are Israelis "Asians"? People from India are called South Asians The same folk in Caribbean are East Indians! Fancy that: West Indians being called East Indians STOP: DON'T BLAME COLUMBUS He simply said, Indios! You say South Asians But I don't see North Asians, East Asian, or West Asians! Two (2): Now, Arabs are classed WHITE in...

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I was once your cowgirl and you were my Indian This was in the San Joaquin valley of California that you planted your seed in me Boy did we have a pow wow It was a delicious experience and made me think of the arrival of the Mayflower so long ago Yes, I was your cowgirl at the ripe...

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i am the land of legend and dreams billions of years ive been here its seems a land of dreaming and ancient ways i have survived for so many days now my future is very unsure a modern corruption is burning my core. my ancient keepers killed and slaved by the white masters that dig no grave my oxygen lungs burnt to the...

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Ignorant Indian you've lost your land and scoffed at man to understand That only you have lost your soil And pumped your land of Indian oil To say that you have made the Queen And families made are in between To tell the world you're love is great And queen's who've lived are not in state To tell you all the treaty's good And rule the world misunderstood And make you think the land is...

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To start a family with that in mind...So it was. The job complete was quite a run. Seventeen years and Ten were born. Seventeen years of love and toil. The process was repeated, All but for one. Not Ten, not Nine...Less, but more than none. As of this writing five have passed. I knew them in youth, there should have been more. Passed...

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People are becoming a tribe of nomadic Who emigrate and become fanatic, Hoping they will get a peaceful haven, They have become completely raven, Wishing for a cozy Lifestyle and future, And a mere supreme and good exposure, Which is quite subtle and miniature, They forgot their own great culture, The people go through the immigration, Either for job, business or education Hope they foresee...

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I feel so proud to be an *Indian Soldier*, My volition is same when I was a child or have become older, I'm glad that I choose my nation over everything, Be it my family, myself or anything... I live every little moment of my life, Whether it's fearful, loneliness, happiness or strive, Yes, I too have loving parents, children &...

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We kids from the fifties were always dressed as cowboys or cowgirls. Our TV shows in black and white included guns, bullets and horses. The men were the shooters, the women helpless, Indians died all over. I decided at a young age I would be an Indian; I hated the cowboys. Not fond of the cowgirls either; except I...

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Red Indians This afternoon was spent watching an old western movie it was the usual stuff cavalry in spotless uniforms sitting on tall horses facing a bunch of extras playing the Indians appeared incredible stupid, were rounded up and herded back to their dry reservation and poverty. First time I saw the movie 40 years ago, we laughed a the...

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Thanksgiving magic Traditions honored Family respected Pumpkin pie with whipped cream Hot rolls oozing with warm butter Stuffing no one ever makes as wonderfully tasty as my mother Do we remember to give thanks to the Indians? They had too much passion to let the white faces starve. Bringing them food, and teaching them to plant in the summer. They shared their bounty, and...

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There goes Pochahontas bent. Sent with flaming arrows. All that anger's meant to vent. Just for faming harrows. Lost to others who were sent. Darrring Blaming sparrows. Cost of all who met their fate sought for claiming parrows. All that land was meant to be. Tribes of mainly darrows. Lost to others much more fit. flagrant ignorant farrows. Brought to wrecken what they did. Trading Indian Marrow. Welcomed family...

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When one of the first settlers asked a Native American, “What do you call this land?” He shrugged his shoulders and scratched his head… “It has no name… it’s shared by all we call it ours.”he said. The other day we visited sacred Indian mounds built by people we didn’t know Temple mounds and burial grounds constructed a thousand years...

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