Hippie Poems

once a hippie

 

butterflies  nature
flowers   freedom   love   and peace ~ 
seeking enlightment

garland of flowers
hair wind tangled, wild and free
beads and bell bottoms _
a blue volkswagon beetle
my ride . . . adventure

Roger Dodger

In a small town nestled in Tennessee's embrace,  
Lived a man named Roger, with a wild, free grace.  
A rebel and a dreamer, a hippie at heart,  
With a spirit so vibrant, he played his own part.  

With a big heart that welcomed all souls in his way,  
He spread

hippie born after the seventies

nature loving Lee
she felt the soul of the stones
a hippie born late

beautiful modern hippie

She knows her own heart, wears it well, shows it off.
People want to be with her, she has groupies.
They cannot wait to see her, every year, at the festival.
She is the pretty one with a flowered headband.

She creates while others merely chat.
Her tools are busy, as she develops new products.
A Gemini, she is always busy,

Envy for a Hippie

Standing on corner east
Enjoying wind in her hair
She feels free and alive
I see her standing there
Wishing I could be this joyful

Feral Blue Hippie

The golden horizon can be feral 
erupting a sky of turquoise blue;
It reflects the peace of the hippie;

Fly vagabond cat’s such a hippie;
Wild grin is overwhelming and feral,
a lit match in eyes that twinkle blue;

Low growl reverberates through blue, 
an electric charge for this hippie;
He came a long way but still feral;

That sly kitty is

Happy Hippie

I’m just a lingering hippie 
Still living with my past 
I’m just a happy hippie 
Still bending sail and mast
I’m just an ageing sailor 
Still rockin’ on time’s boat 
I’m just an ageing sailor 
Still hearing each vinyl note 
I’m just a guy whose friends are old 
Still dancing and wearing tie dye 
I’m just

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

This Hippie Van Is Headed South

This hippie van is headed south
To Arizona’s crimson mouth.
We were singing all the weirdo songs.
Righting the rights, ignoring wrongs.

Pulling people in along the way
We pulled a cereal killer in to play
He ate all of the cheerios we ever had
When he left we were all glad

Don’t keep inviting strangers in said maw
We had picked her up

Hippie Brothers

Two seasoned hippie brothers
Dressing the part
Taking life casually
Breathing in clean air
Sautéing in the sun
Soaking up their brotherhood
Grateful for every year they have had each other
Noticing winking wanton women
Giving them something to talk about at lunch

Hippie Hair

How lucky can one man be
To have the love and friendship
Of 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... 1957
Busy raising three young kiddies
And struggling to

We Called Kneeasia a Hippie

Knee ‘Asia claimed she was Bohemian, but we called her hippie.
That was my folks, she told us. They were rather loose and dippy.
We saw her dwelling and changed our minds in no way whatsoever.
She lived in a communal tent in every kind of California weather.

Her clothes were loose and flowing with ruffles on her sleeve.
Patchouli

Jealous of My Cartoon Hippie Woman

I could never wear this midriff top which is why you can
As an alter ego, you can have confidence like a man.
You can run free as a colt among the mushroom bed.
Be as sassy and sexy as you like, until you are dead.

As a cartoon woman, you have more rights than me.
You are not tied

Lingering Hippie

I'm just a lingering hippie 
Still living with my past 
I'm just a lingering hippie 
Still bending sail and mast
I'm just an ageing sailor 
Still rockin’ on time’s boat 
I'm just an ageing sailor 
Still hearing each vinyl note 
I'm just a person whose friends are old 
Still dancing and wearing tie dye 
I'm just

Falling In Love With a Hippie In June 1969

Her sign said, “New York or Illinois”.
He stopped immediately, and she climbed in.
Her smile was honest, immediate and amazing.
She was dressed in a long three-tiered skirt.

She had a ring for each finger, and an ankle bracelet.
Her toes had popped out of her flat sandals.
Her hair was as wild as a fighting grizzly bear.
She told a

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