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 have a green thumb? Definitely!!
She cut and bundled them with great care.
Their stems were often longer than her hair.
Tilly shared their beauty with her neighbors.
Kind folks who thanked Tilly for her labors.
Barefoot Tilly walked; her arms filled with blooms.
Fragrant flora with sweet scent of perfumes.
Spring is always her favorite season,
The time of year flowers bloom ~ that's her reason
One day, a little girl moved in next door.
She thought, "What a beautiful dress she wore!"
Covered in flowers, but not too frilly.
She smiled and said, "Hi. My name is Lilly."
psychedelic drugs
population explosion
making love, not war
sixty-three hippie
guard supervise prisoners
daisies woven crown
© By: Eve Roper
3/1 6/2015
This is in honor of my sister in-law, she use to be a flower child when she was in her teens. She has been a prison guard for almost 16 years and she has never grown out of the era of dress..... ?????
Flower Child
fields of hemp flowers
smokey green horizon clouds~
luscious femme fatale
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 inferences have no place here. We all need to
heed this advice from Paul.
New International Version (Romans 13:8)
Let no debt remain outstanding, except the continuing debt to love one another.
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 place
And now, can never return.
I miss my family.
My friends.
My old life.
But I cannot leave this place
For I am bound by the bond
That I did not agree to.
You never want them to know
The hunger of Persephone
And how I starve for something
Other than pomegranates
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 flowers sway
In the radiant sunlight
A picture-perfect melody
Of a songbird in hand
As you and the grass
And the trees and the sand
Come together today
To dance with the wind
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 her too.
As afternoon fades into night
her arms have gathered pure delight.
Tomorrow morn again she'll dance
while blossoms let her dream romance.
She'll happily while away her day
and watch the sun come out to play.
written April 6th,2012
She's a free spirit
Frangipani in her hair
Headed to Woodstock
Date written and posted: 01/19/2019
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 blues,
That’s what it’s all about.
You say a prayer tonight hoping you’ll see the light,
Then you just scream and shout.
If you know a flower child would you go and get her?
Through thousands of years and millions of tears,
Human respect is stalling.
Because you want you way,got to have it every day,
That is why mankind is falling.
Find us a flower child and send her a letter.
We need to be kind I know the people won’t mind,
They say pray without cease.
So don’t forget the past cause the future won’t last,
All we need is love and peace.
When we find a flower child we can work it out together!
MARTY L WEST
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
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 nose.
You let out a little smile,
as I tickled your small toes.
And all the world remembers,
the day you budded into spring.
You climbed out of your spud,
like a prophetic warrior king.
Today you leave for earth,
let all men grant you peace.
Do good work in my name,
and let no such love cease.
You are no longer an infant,
yet you will always be a son.
As long as heaven calls you,
this can never be undone.
Peace
Hippy
Bell bottoms
And hip huggers
Platform shoes and belts
The late 60’s
And 70’s
Flower
Child
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 her they were indeed!
Now tell me, do you like it living
There on Lake Annecy?"
As long as ink is in my pen
I'll write bouquets galore
And post them for you while you sleep
"Bonjour, mon amour"
Flower child of wisdom and love, collecting
my spirit of admiration and light, accepting
what I must do to find peace within the depths
of my own heart mind and understanding, to
go beyond the boundaries of power existing far
above my own knowledge to accept.
I cannot find the torch of fire that will light
my way to truth, in the distance I see a
clearance circling my way toward the
lighted tower, of life and promise.
Flower child of promise and love, let me know how
to share my life of knowing and sincerity, touching
a torn heart and bring them back to God's paradise
with anticipation, he is waiting to bring his children
home in grace, if they would only open up the
the spirit they humbly ignore, for they did not know
what they do, saith the Lord.
Flower child of depth, grasp the hope that waits
in patience, with faith that never lets you give
up your desire of living in a light so unknown to
you, soon you will escape the evil that surrounds
your thoughts, there will be no craving as
strong as the flight you must partake, before your
freedom arrives with that peace mankind has
never know before.
Flower child of peace and love, you have accomplished
your mission to prove your faith, hope, and love to
God, for praying for evil to be abolished from the earth
entering into Our New World of love, Peace, and
harmony All flower Children of God's green earth
finally finding the true meaning of love, faith and
hope to begin another life in a new paradise of
understanding, wisdom, and love to sing our own
songs of freedom, loving our higher-self with
deep awareness.
(God loves his flower children of this world)
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