Best Hippie Poems


Premium Member Beatnik Hippie Free Spirit Oh My

Beatnik, hippie, free spirit, oh my.
Enjoying their bliss with barely a sigh.
Full of great fun
Enjoying the sun
I like all of them with barely a try

Premium Member Dreaming Myself To Gypsyhood

The gypsy life appeals to me
I love fun Bohemian ways
Pretty jewelry, fancy skirts
Their beautiful wagons
My hippie-like self
Vicarious
Wonderlust
gypsy
Love

1970

There ain’t no two ways about it man, 
it just has to be because of you.

Before you came along we could do, 
about anything we wanted to.

Man, life was great, life was great, before, 
you came along and ruined it all.

There’s Haight-Ashbury’s summer of love, 
Newport, Altamont, and Monterey.

And then we hit the road to Woodstock, 
and let me tell you man, that was great.

We had free love, drugs, and miniskirts,
we were sure having ourselves a ball.

The Beatles really started smoking, 
after Bob Dylan showed them the way.

Next came The Stones, The Doors, and Simon, 
with Joplin, Hendrix, and Marvin Gaye.

All of the men burned up their draft cards,
and all the women took off their bra.

There were sit-ins and all-night love fests, 
Feminine Mystique, I Have a Dream.

The Hippies knew the right way to live, 
there was no end to the fun it seemed.

Black, white, red, brown, pink, purple, or green,
were brothers and sisters one and all.

We had sex, drugs, and hard Rock-n-Roll,
and wore some wildflowers in our hair.

Even left our tracks upon the moon,
man, we could do anything we dared.

Man, life was great, life was great, before, 
you came along and ruined it all.

Things might still be a little fuzzy
But that’s how it happened as I recall.


Premium Member Beads and Hippie Hair

How lucky can one man be

To have the love and friendship

Oh so many sweet adorable people

Here on the Soup... male and female

It's like a love-in from the sixties

Minus the beads and hippie hair

(Well, I'm supposing!)

Those were wild, free spirited days

Making love, NOT war

I was newly married back then to my first wife, Linda

Busy raising three young kiddies

And struggling to make ends meet

My rewards though were much greater

With 3 super kids, a gorgeous wife and a new career

The closest I got to becoming a hippie

Was letting my hair grow long (shoulder length)

And growing a beard

Which, believe it or not, I still have today

Those were difficult times back then

But oh so rewarding... ahhh memories!



© Jack Ellison 2014

Premium Member Girlie Girl Hippie

long dread locks
a skirted frilly tu tu
girl girl hippie

By Susan Mills

Are Hippie!

In the freedom of spirit and harmony of soul
Live the happy young and their parents people - all
Is not under control, I and We are hippie!


Hippie No More

hippie movement
wasn't government
authorities were shoved
replaced by being loved
Vietnam Kent State
started all the hate
those days are long gone
my long hair days done

Beatnik To Vietnam To Hippie Stand

(10/13/12)

At the beginning of “64” - I packed up my uniform
And walked out the door- it was the beginning of
The Vietnam war.
By August of that same year
President  Johnson started the draft
Under protests and jeers.

Then he made it a full scale war
And sent our soldiers to Vietnam shores.
The Beatniks in Greenwich village
With their long hair, beards, and 
Flip flop sandals - wrote their poetry
About this undeclared war, and why 
Our men were going to those shores.

This created a new generation called ‘HIPPIES”
The hippie generation was groups of protesters
Against everything that they found wrong
The draft , the war , pollution
And loved to stay high with pot, hashish
Coke and acid (lsd) which kept them blasted.

This also created the “ flower children”
Who like the hippies loved to be high
And on certain flowers they would fly.
But they spoke of loving one another
And gave out flowers as a sign of peace
Which to the president was a relief.

They all started painting this “53 Chevy impala”
With the words “ flower power”.
Now the “ flower children and hippie movement
Was in full swing, and everyone was doing their own thing.

They had  Greenwich village under their control
And not one coffee shop would ever be sold.
Every coffee shop had a poetry night
And going there was such a delight.

Then in AUGUST of “69” 
The WOODSTOCK festival was on the rise
Over half a million people drove to that farmland
And set up tents , hammocks, sleeping bags and such
And the police found it was much to much
So they had no choice but to see it through
Because there was nothing else that they could do.

The WOODSTOCK  festival had become world wide
And to this day it still thrives.

© L . RAMS
© Louis Rams  Create an image from this poem.

An Old Hippie

He's just an old hippie
Whose time
 Has come
And gone
Nobody plays
His music
Or listens
To his song 
His long braids
Are out of fashion
His sandals cause 
Him pain
But, he hangs on hoping
They'll come back again
Surely, in his day
He was" the man"
Now it's hard to make
A Peace sign
With his arthritic hand
It's time now
For the old dog
To make room
For the pup
So, I would like
To say to him
"Dad, just give it up"

Hippie Commune

I might be a few years too late
As this has been decades in the making

But I'm going through with a commune
To give a few hippies something to do

So I wrote an ad, put it on a list
They say this guy Craig is the best

Now my yard is filled with hippies by the score
Or would the proper way be to say hippies galore

I hurried them all into the house
It wouldn't do for the neighbors to find this out

I set up booths in different rooms
I handed out name tags and colorful kazoo's 

Don't let it be said I run a shabby commune
You gotta keep the hippies happy in all you do

That's why I have a calendar of special events
From karaoke kazoo to rug making with hemp

On Tuesday's we basket weave, Wednesday's we kite
But never in the day as hippies burn in the light
(Or is that Vampires...scratch that, that may not be right)

I even hired a Jerry Garcia look a like
To call out the numbers on Bingo night

All this hard work hasn't gone for not
Communes and Jefferson Airplane tunes last week called me up

They'd like to feature me in their magazine
A full page article on living the dream

Where I can help others to have their very on
Commune to invite a few hippies along

So go out if you can to a magazine stand
Read how it's done then buy you some land

We'll have hippie commune's from one end to the other
No color nor creed just sisters and brothers

Hippie Man

I seen a man A hippie Man sitting in the park 
On the middle bench to be exact,
Hello hippie man where are your people?
He looked around he spoke no sound but the grass was green and the flowers
making there way to my hand as usual,
Left hand to be exact,
This Hippie man spoke so low 
As I did to
We laughed
He laughed No idea's One love RIGHT??
Now this hippie man his acid level was HIGH
So high i turned too
He looked in my eye Both And he said
With his pipe to be exact,
I am the hippie man and you are my people
my daisy my lily but mainly my weed
Stop by, get high 
Love the hippie man
to be exact.

Premium Member The Hippie and Confucius

The Hippie And Confucius

The sign said ‘Hippies Use Side Door’ but there was only one entrance or exit

            and a revolving door she ponders the conundrums sent for resolute resolution  

such a quandary to find the way now as she pauses when puzzled then checks it

      as it swings freely she wonders if life is straightforward or again she’s been conned 


A revolution she reflects on the human condition and what lies beyond

                   the sign post inside awaits her confusing decision this might be ‘confucian’

life could be so easy we’re the ones to make it complex unless we abscond                        

       decamp to true meaning so just walks round the door and is free once she legs it 


06th November 2016

"hippie"

H ippies are dirty and have long hair

I nto the Dead and fresh air

P ot growing and smokin' pot

P laying with frisbee's on mountaintops

I nto guitars and writing poems

E ating and munching at everyone's homes!
© Bill Frew  Create an image from this poem.

The Rebel Hippie

The Rebel Hippie


Free love go out and burn your bras
 Let's head to Canada to avoid the draft
 To hitch hike across that state line put in a bind
 Shadows hung on the 70's décor onto so much more

 Shelter lies dormant amidst it's beckoning plow
 Shades of red feelings of cosmos filled inside my head
 We traveled so far not to turn back now
 Haunted by the audience of the times

 There's Wavy Gravy doing nothing too shady
 A tug at the heart should light the spark to what it was I have been waiting for
 Then there's Studio 54 with Andy Warhol's tomato soup cans
 The rebel hippie knows & fully understands

 The sign of the times a line drawn in the sand
 Hendrix was the rage putting dudes in their purple haze
 Onto Pink Floyd it's still Us & Them,
 Mere creatures of habit trying to find a friend

 Neil Young in his attire Old Man take a look at my life
 Those bell bottom blues not to mention high healed hippie shoes
 Let's learn from the poets as we are all really dust in the wind
 Shades of black torn in it's unique diversion

 Those were the days with you would wake up late in a daze !

Fake Hippie

fake hippie

you call yourself a hippie
but hippies are all about love
and all you really know about
mmm, are all the drugs

you're really good at your music
and growing your hair out long
but you can't even look at me
unless you're holding your bong

ooh, fake hippie
who are you trying to fool
fake hippies
you've forgotten the Golden rule

so you know about the peace sign
and walking a police line
but you keep running from love
because you put yourself above..everyone else

and you don't think you need me
but someday you're gonna see
after you've gotten all fat and bald
you can't even get no more booty calls

awe you fake hippie
what are you trying to prove
you fake hippies
you'll be forgotten like yesterday’s news..yes you will

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