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Poem Details | by Berteena Harmony Of The Soul |
Categories: bereavement, cancer, grief, loss, lost love, native american, tribute,

Windwalker

I
knew a Tiger
who swam with dolphins
along the razor’s edge

and
meditated with a yellow bird
under his honey’s tree
in a west coast garden.

A
rare breed
from an indigenous
creed.

His
poetic wisdom
written with
zen.

He
sung his songs
in syllables:
5-7-5 and 5-7-5-7-7.

His
beloved’s last kiss
left him fragrant roses
when she crossed over.

Where
did our
Windwalker
go?

Lava
beads, sky lanterns,
and a beautiful
rainbow.

Is
he crying with Coyotes
to the moon or on
heaven’s Windswept Shore?

I
knew a Tiger
who walked
with the wind.



by Berteena
Harmony of the Soul
PoetrySoup Poem of the Day - January 29, 2019


Poem Details | by Darlene Smith |
Categories: grief, native american, romance,

Dream Visit

The Dream Visit 

It is in the shadows of the night;
When the moon is awake.
That you come into sight;
And offer me your hand to take.

In the stillness of the eve;
My heart beckons across the divide.
All I need do is to believe;
Once more you are alive.

And as it slowly begins to rain;
I embrace you friend once more.
Your gentle voice calls my name;
We are one as was before.

Your nightly visits within my dreams;
Keep me walking in a good way.
To hold you forever in high esteem;
I dare not ask you to stay.

I awaken and you are gone;
And though my eyes fill with tears.
My path in life leads me home;
Each step drawls us near.

By: Darlene Doll Smith

Poem Details | by Jacqueline R. Mendoza |
Categories: angel, beautiful, beauty, black african american, bridal shower, caregiving, celebrity, childhood, christian, cousin, daughter, death of a friend, devotion, education, environment, father daughter, first love, flower, children, for her, kids, how i feel, little sister, me, mom, mother, native american, nostalgia, people, poets, school, spiritual, student, woman, women, work,

Qualities of Health Engendering Women

They see strengths
Not the limitations
These are people who will make you proud of yourself
They will tell you why you’re special
Trust you to the point you have to answer their expectations
They make you better than you normally are
You can be proud of yourself
They respect you 
For what you’ve done
Where you’ve come from
They see what you’ve experienced something real
Respect you for your courage
They live by their rules
They do not expect you to follow theirs
They are at peace to themselves
They are not proving anything to you
They are good listeners
Sincere in their interest in you
You feel important
They are available for honest
Genuine discussion
Makes you want to share yourself


Poem Details | by Peter Dome |
Categories: dedication, dream, fantasy, happiness, home, horse, life, memory, native american, nature, people, places, sympathy,

Free as the wind Ode to native American Indians

Oh how I wish
I could set free
the native American Indian
with pride and dignity
taking them back
across the great open plains
to their sacred home
in the lush green vallies
where buffalo are plentiful
and roam
so the Indians can live in peace
one with nature once more
where the eagles soar
setting them free as the wind
wild untameable as a magnificent stallion
running toward the setting sun.





Peter Dome.copyright.2012.


Poem Details | by Darlene Smith |
Categories: death, native american, soldier,

Prayer For A Dying Soldier

Prayer For A Dying Soldier 

Rest now my brother;
In a field of peace.
Your job is finished;
You are released.

The sacrifice you gave;
was a noble gift.
At ease my brother;
It is the end of your shift.

Take comfort brother;
In a job well done.
May your journey be blessed;
To the lands beyond the sun.

Like a warrior;
You return home with respect.
You gave your life;
For those you protect.

My gratitude for you;
For putting your life on the line.
To never be forgotten;
By those you leave behind.

Darlene Doll Smith

Poem Details | by Paula Swanson |
Categories: art, death, life, native american,

Life Stories In Wood

Storm clouds build and advance,
as thunder stampedes the air.
Reverberations caress my bones,
as I bow my head in prayer.

As I raise my face to rain,
that falls as tears on hallowed ground.
My eyes behold proud Totem poles,
touching sky and yet earth bound.

Their carved reverence, I can feel,
as they stand amid fierce winds.
Along side cold stones that offer names,
life stories these Totems lend.

A celebration of life in wood,
these sentinels against dark skies.
I stand within the storm in awe,
of their beauty, where death resides.



Paula Swanson
8/12/2011
For the contest Totems In The Darkening Sky
Sponsored by Francine Roberts
Placement: 3rd


Poem Details | by Rick Parise |
Categories: death, life, native american,

The Circle - Native Visions



~ To twine a vision of spirit and soul From bursting embers to blackened coal I search with elders through chanting cries Where pale moonlight adorns our eyes In strength and pride we rise above To greet the gift of eternal love Beyond the flesh immersed in light I wake in knowledge of endless sight A place where amber visions reign In lightening speed across the plains I reach the ledge where colors glow Of endless fields to reap and sow I pause in moments to gather breath Of life eternal untouched by death Through rising smoke and sacred song nevermore shall my spirit long ~

Poem Details | by Darlene Smith |
Categories: death, faith, family, grandmother, native american, spiritual,

Grandmother

Grandmother

It has been years since you've been gone;
Yet I hear your voice say "Carry On".
I repeat to myself your name out loud;
I hear you say " Child, you make me proud".
I sing a song in your praise;
You echo back "You've kept my ways".
I say a prayer of peace for you;
A single feather confirms you knew.
Grandmother, I shalll visit you again;
"A'Ho my child" rang in the wind.
I came in tears, but leave in peace;
"Be well, dear one" whispered in the breeze

Darlene Doll Smith

Poem Details | by Darlene Smith |
Categories: death, dream, love, morning, native american, sleep, spiritual,

Dream Carrier

Dream Carrier 

Bittersweet, your memory
Calling, echoing in my being
Recollections of your laughter
In solace, I remember the rapture

Twas' happiness, although so brief
Enchanting moments of belief
Embraced reunion between two worlds
The winds of time unfurled

In my melancholy morning sunrise
I question Creator why one must die
For if I could have remained asleep
With my dreams I could then keep

Awakened, the sunshine would interfere
Another day begins without you here
Tis' sad but blessed still yet
For dreams that let me not forget

~  Darlene Doll Smith

Poem Details | by JSLambert Mister ROBOTO |
Categories: adventure, art, black african american, death, faith, hope, introspection, life, native american, nature, passion, philosophy, sad, science, space, time, uplifting, visionary,

Travel Free, TROUBLED TRANSIENT

TRAVEL FREE, TROUBLED TRANSIENT...

Lift the gate to roll with swine and the glory of it all
Ride the tide all night, abide by no law and stand tall...
Hitch-hike till' Hell says, "get out n' surf the SUN"
Do it all over Land Rover; don't blink 'till the deed is done
Divide doom by blue tears you stack
Kill the clock boy; time tempts worse than crack
Live the gift reckless, rest (maybe) when you die
Never look back Jack; middle finger to the sky!



*(brace yourself at '12, all hands on deck)

Poem Details | by Glen Enloe |
Categories: cowboy-western, death, native american, nature, sad, seasons, social,

Shoshone Moons

I am Whispering Elk,
Shoshone.
 
The land
grows dark with white men
like so many ants.
 
It is time
of green corn moon.
 
Their tribe grows: blue knives,
buffalo men, yellow hairs.
 
They speak many tongues,
break words.
 
Yellow corn moon
fills bellies.
 
They still come.
 
Days grow less
like buffalo.
 
We see blood
on brown corn moon
looking through trees.
 
Their tribes grow.
 
I am Whispering Elk,
Shoshone.
 
Our moons
grow few.  


Poem Details | by Courtney Courtney |
Categories: confusion, death, depression, fantasy, fear, funeral, health, imagination, introspection, native american, natural disasters, nostalgia, passion, people, religion, sad, satire, time, visionary,

death

Time fell fast 
Things became hard
Worries were vast
Lives begain scared

Hopes endlessly hidden
All things seemed forbidden
Days filled with darkness
Lives consumed and left sparkless

Awaiting the doom
Sitting only in gloom
Heaven wept
No souls were kept

Poem Details | by Vee Bdosa |
Categories: angst, black african american, brother, confusion, daughter, depression, family, funeral, imagination, native american, heart, old, heart, old,

THE RESTING

         THE RESTING
Our death of soul steals slowly through the years
the fog of mind that's never known to be;
brought on by laughter, love, and hate and tears
the fate of all no one can ever see.

It brings the withering of life, and all its leaves,
once green and shining in the morning sun,
now setting on it all, in evening grieves
for lack of interest in what life has done.

Compassion leaves the mind, once fired and prime
and old and tired now beats the heart we knew
life now mundaned by passing of all time,
there's little left the heart would like to do.

     Old one, you're numbered to your final breath.
      Your rest is not until it's done in death.

Poem Details | by Rick Richardson |
Categories: death, native american, peace,

Still Night Lodge

Still night broken by call of soul owl
watching over the lodge of my father's brother.
The next world awaits my uncle. 

His walking clothes prepared. 
His feather oiled to a brave sheen. 
Knife freshly sharpened in beaded sheath. 

He calls to owl. I'm ready. 
The women begin the journey chant. 
My father dances with joy tears.

3/30/14

Poem Details | by Glenda Ingalls |
Categories: adventure, death, faith, life, native american, people, time, people, time,

Cherokee People

Centuries ago there was a people
How they fought to stay alive
Emerging through rough country side
Removed from their home land
Over the long trail of tears to Oklahoma
Killed along this trail was alot of their people
Evening came and went, they rejoiced to be alive
Elements of time help keep their spirits strong

Patients kept them going as they pushed toward home
Eventually they made it to the land given them
Over time the people grew and became strong again
People are afraid to say I'm part native american
Let your voices be heard of your nationality
Even now in all this time my people live

Poem Details | by Anthony O. Mitchell Jr. |
Categories: death, family, native american, religion,

Dear Jonas 2K12

Oh! Dear Brother, dear Cousin, dear Father,
Dear Friend, dear Grandson, dear Son, dear Jonas.
When rendered sullen, our strength is one another.
Let the sacred songs be your journey's compass.
For therein the sunshine of many hearts
Shall you bask, thence it love never departs.

Poem Details | by Vee Bdosa |
Categories: angst, art, death, fear, native american,

SAVAGE

.................SAVAGE.
Negotiating's not part of our fame,
But bringing Death, and this we always will,
As certain as we have, throughout our game
Of Hide and Seek, and eager for the kill.

The crashing in of door, always our way,
Make no mistake, only the dead will know
What never comes to light of night or day,
Remaining part of where the dead will go.

Our aim is for the kill, destruction of
All things within the sight of this, the dare.
To anyone brought on by those in love,
Though innocent, we leave them dying there.

Don't look for understanding in our eyes
And we've no time for hearing truth or lies.
...............© ron wilson

Poem Details | by tod gaines |
Categories: natural disasters, black african american, faith, loss, love, native american, sympathy, me,

when i cry

Nature calls from under bush.
Rain floods from the sky.
Wet grass soaks my feet.
Wind carry me as the cold
freezes me to the bone.
Branches scratch my limbs.
Thorns pearce my flesh.
Mountains bang against my
knees.
When i cry.
When i cry angels hear my
pain.
Foodless stomach, sleepless
eyes.
Womanless groin
Angels hear when i cry.
Dry thoart, dry tears, cracked
lips, crying spoiled baby
sounds.
Head on the ground
Angels hear when i cry.

Poem Details | by denise clarke |
Categories: daughter, death, father, husband, loss, mother, native american, people, political, sad, son, wife,

elected

home land my claims my status false statements, interests of those of secondary gaines, to voice and ask inquires led to more flaggs of red what is to hide shcemes and lies slander is to cover white colar crimes, above the laws and rules, done best at....

Poem Details | by Angel Jackson-Abner |
Categories: confusion, death, depression, education, history, life, loss, native american, people, recovery from..., sad, sympathy, visionary, war

"Let Truth Be Told, Part 1"

Yeah, I may be white,
But someone needs to speak out right?
Bring things into the light,
Expose all the lies,
For I believe in the most high.

Our ancestors were straight terrorist from the beginning of time,
Raping, killing, lying, and stealing land saying "this land is mine!"
Our ancestors rewrote history knowing they were lying,
Standing there watching with no emotion while Native Americans were dying.

Why do you think Native Americans hate Thanksgiving?
The Pilgrim and the Indian story was a fantasy living,
How could the white man ever been forgiven,
When MOST Native Americans were tricked,wiped out, and no longer living.

P.S- Part 2 coming soon, so stay tuned.

Poem Details | by Courtney Courtney |
Categories: black african american, death, history, native american, social, travel, uplifting, sister, sister,

X

Meaning beating rhythmic patterns the letter X,
   an initial in my name
 It's a letter most people fear
  but once you know it dear
 Approaching it with-in it's text,
  it will be a whole new game
 
Two sister cities
  once stood still
  one city in Africa 
it took a pill
 The sister city
 took it's name
  Africa's President took one look
 They declared war on a great big crook
 
Then China once again retook the name
 By paging out it's domain
 It carried out it's plain
  
 By the way Xi men is the name 
I am a X

Poem Details | by Wyatt Loethen |
Categories: allegory, dedication, devotion, faith, forgiveness, happiness, hope, inspirational, life, native american, passion, religion, sympathy, teen, thank you, uplifting, visionary, me,

Spirit

I can feel your presence over my soul looming into my life I can't help wonder who you are or who I was Meant to Be Everlasting Love is what I Found in You Something I Swear to never let Go You protect my soul and keep me away from Perpetual Cold I can always need you, until despair abuses me into the dwelling Chasm from the wane of the world

Poem Details | by Jesse Kaler |
Categories: death, devotion, faith, fantasy, life, native american, religion, light, light,

the light that made the world

the light that holds
the world together
was started by angels
who brought life to earth
although they all have
all seeing eyes
men hated them for
they were better.
as man was formed
their shadow shows
their dark heart
but angels see 
the light they bring.

Poem Details | by KEITH DODRILL |
Categories: culture, death, destiny, father daughter, native american,

BERRIES

Stroke the flame and let me heal
Kiss my talisman 
All that burns becomes something else 
Form restructured
Something that laughs at definition 
Breathes only in depths of amber 
Whispers through branches 
Is one with greens and browns and roots and earth 

This is what cannot be owned 
This is without price 
This is what you’ll never know or hold or see
This is........;

In Life we walk like wounded deer
In Death we leave no trace ;

Continue picking berries 
Let them remind you of us
And follow the trails our ancestors made 

Rest in the shade
Close your eyes and let me heal 
                                                   within you

Poem Details | by Rebekah Thomas |
Categories: death, imagination, inspirational, native american, nostalgia, sad,

The Spirits of the Wind

The Wind howls,
an anguished cry
a peircing scream.....
Whilst spirits huddle around the bed,
the spirits of the wind.
Mounted upon their firey steeds
they too,
howl, 
and cry,
and scream.

A weary sigh, 
a faint whisper,
a painfilled moan.....
and the spirits have claimed her for their own,
the spirits of the wind.
on their snorting stallions they fly away
leaving me shattered to
sigh, 
and whisper,
and moan.