Native American Poetry

Reservation… KEYWORDS: native american poem native american poetry reservation poem reservation poetry ML Hunter Hear, Little Sister, hear while the wind stands still ancient voices speak to you

Passing the memories down… KEYWORDS: native american poem, native american nature poem native american poetry native poetry Martha Moongazer Beard Faintly in the morning hush, I smell the scent of sweet sage brush, Envoking memories of my mountain home As on this flat land I now roam.

Just as the Great Spirit planned.. KEYWORDS: native american poem native american poetry indian poem great spirit poem indian poetry Martha Moongazer Beard poetry Thunder rolls over the mountain, Grey clouds dropping low. Rain falls and kisses three sisters Who awaken and begin to grow.

The Cherokee Path… KEYWORDS: native american poem native american poetry cherokee poem cherokee poetry Indian poem Indian poetry trail of tears poem trail of tears poetry martha moongazer beard poem contemporary poetry Alone with the moon, my spirit cries For the lives of my people crushed by whate men’s lies. Taken by force from our […]

Blessed to be Cherokee… KEYWORDS: native american poem native american poetry Cherokee poem Cherokee poetry Martha Moongazer Beard poem nature poem nature poetry Big sky above me where Eagle roams Mother Earth below me where I call home. Friends of the forest give life to me, Bounty in my valley is here to see.

Principle people Was not a church…

The eagle still flies above me, The rivers continue to flow, My native heart is still beating, My red skin still here to show.

I hear the cries at moonlight, my people of long ago,

Torn away from their birthplace, marched into the unknown.Tired and hungry and dying, not knowing if they will survive,

My proud honorable family, my Cherokee tribe.

This path was covered with tears from the start, Weeping for the life of a great nation torn apart.

One’s thoughts – actions – goals

nothingness filled up with sense

constructed stand points.

Clever words – wisdom of self

static dissolving in space.

There was this woman who had no idea…

no idea…..except what to feverishly create

with her thoughts and put them on a canvas

she had this inner knowledge and did not know why….or how.

KEYWORDS: native american poetry Indian poetry native american poem Indian poem leadership poem cultural poetry AUTHOER: Lone Eagle When I was a young boy, I would listen to the elders talk of the days of the Longhouses. They would tell the stories that I held in my heart And I would listen for hours as […]

The Frog does not drink up

The pond in which

He lives.

KEYWORDS: trail of tears poem native american poetry Cherokee Trail of Tears cherokee trail of tears how many died on the trail of tears who ordered the trail of tears march AUTHOR: Abe “Del” Jones We whites honor the “Hermitage” And the man who once lived there – But, that leader of our Nation Was […]

It is the beginning of the New Year,

I am still here.

I look forward to tomorrow,

Now that my heart feels no sorrow