Flower Child Poems - Poems about 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...

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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...

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May the child of the woman whom is named yellow flower Always brighten your life when you are in your darkest hour, As well as shine like a rainbow after every rainy shower....

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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...

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Power to you Flower child Peace and love Right back at you Oh sometimes oh how I only wish that I was you If only just for a 1 single Day To see for myself what it must be like to be blessed with your own individual Sunny disposition inherent unaired positively elevated viewpoint and outlook upon life And firm belief in the humanity...

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

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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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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...

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

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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 flowers sway In the radiant sunlight A picture-perfect melody Of a songbird in...

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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 place And now, can never return. I miss my family. My friends. My old...

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sixty-three hippie guard supervise prisoners ...

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

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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 inferences have no place here. We all need to heed...

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