Hippie Poems - Poems about Hippie

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...

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

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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,...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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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She gives me her ideas, none of them mine. I nod my head, but my soul is dancing in time. The hippie wagon is coming for me today. With a smile and a wave I yell hip hip hooray! She is a member of a political party I abhor. But this does not keep her away from my door. She hates...

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