Best Hippie Poems
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
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
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.
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
long dread locks
a skirted frilly tu tu
girl girl hippie
By Susan Mills
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 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
(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
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"
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
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.
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
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!
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
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