Best Flower Child Poems

A raven-haired girl whose name was Tilly
had friends who thought she was much too silly.
But she didn't care what anyone said.
She tended her garden... each flower bed.

Her buddings blossomed as if they were wild.
Tilly became known as 'the Flower Child."
Daisies, zinnia, and pink peony.
Did she...

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psychedelic drugs
population explosion
making love, not war...

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sixty-three hippie
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Flower Child

fields of hemp flowers
smokey green horizon clouds~
luscious femme fatale...

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There is too much hate in the world. Leave it out of the Soup. Here is my flower child 
scoop:  “Make love not war.”

Eileen Manassian

I'm NOT a flower child, but this quotation from that era is pertinent today. Innuendos 
and sarcasm, implications hoping for...

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 I was so happy
A free spirit
A flower child.

Then, you took me captive
Called me as your own
And forced me to drink from the well of your people.

You shoved the seeds down my throat
And I had no choice but to swallow.

I got addicted 
To this lonely...

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Dreams come quiet
Through the open window
Tell you softly, it'll be alright
Your tears leak promise, though
The pale moonlight
Holds the promise of fire
And passion beneath the stars
Your headlights sway
With your head in the clouds
The road is long 
But your heart is found
Dawn is coming, open your eyes
The...

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Covered in gardenia's lace,
a smoky smile upon her face,
she inhaled deeply of each bloom
delighting in the sweet perfume.

In warmly flowered fields she danced
and with each tulip was entranced.
On the wind the petals drifted;
through the breeze the fragrance shifted.

Pansies, lilacs tinged in blue;
roses and lillies thrill...

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She's a free spirit
Frangipani in her hair
Headed to Woodstock


Date written and posted: 01/19/2019...

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t’s a little too late with too much hate,
In this world we’re living.
People don’t take the time to hear freedom bells chime,
It’s all taking and no giving.
Now we need a flower child to make it a little better.
Say you’ve paid your dues gonna sing the...

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Oh little angel of mine,
you did not have to wait.
You emerged from a garden,
that grew by an ashen gate.

When the leaves did unfold,
so did my love for you.
Your rosy cheeks so soft,
that I did not think it true.

Your tiny little baby fingers,
grabbed me at the...

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Peace
Hippy
Bell bottoms
And hip huggers
Platform shoes and belts
The late 60’s
And 70’s
Flower 
Child...

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It sure was fun to write these
Each and every day
Nine hundred posts here not for you
That's quite a few I'd say

"Then who", you'd ask, "was meant to be
The subject of all these?
Andres, were they really for
Some lady overseas?"

And I would say to you, "My dear,
For...

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I am a kind of word spoken by the voice of nature
I am the element flying gracefully on a green pasture
I am a silent child in Summer and the brave child that Winter has believed
I crown the opening of the golden Spring and a gentle...

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Like a sunflower reaches for the sun
I reach for the light of a full moon
When no one watered me
I planted my feet in the grass
and prayed for rain...

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