Seventies Poems - Poems about Seventies

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

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red hot lava lamp shaggedy raggedy rug peace sign plump flower bell bottom hip huggers fake fur vests and free love open hearts, open ideas nineteen seventy volkswagon buses and Viet Nam such a contradiction...

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Psychedelic bedroom reminds me of my hippie days I revel in the glow of the black light; it was so chic then Not super popular now, but exciting to this old hippie Reminds me of my youth, seventies, hip hugger bellbottoms How can you sleep in here? Asks other adults. How could you not? I reply....

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They talk about how the country these days, has fallen into such a Goddamn mess. It’s worse than anyone has ever seen, must have forgot the seventies, I guess. They talk about how the ex-president, did not do things the same way they use to. But they must have forgotten all about, Tricky Dicky back in seventy-two. Congress showed us another bill they...

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In the seventies When we showed our bellies we wore teeny tiny tops And we were teeny tiny ourselves We thought we were cute Because we were In the seventies...

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The sudden eighties music craze had gone beyond the norm the local supermarket was swept along by the storm as more and more of the shoppers joined in with the revival filling up on nostalgia from t-shirts to CDs and vinyl Reaping the customer whirlwind for Boy George and Eurythmics tracks some smart Alec from head office said “This is no time to Relax!” the mullet headed...

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People need sincerity, not false hope or rumors. People need security, not broken promises. What Can You Do For Me? People need jobs, not unemployment: People need housing, not homelessness. People need food, not starvation; What Can You Do for Me? ...

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Where are you going? I wondered as they toddled by. They were dressed in hippie costumes, and I wondered why. They are heading to nineteen seventy, another said. I loved this and kept it alive all day in my head. If I was heading to the seventies, I would need a vee double you. It would have to be sassy...

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Lynette was attached to the ambiance of the seventies. She had a shag rug with large loops and flecks of silver. Bulb like globs floated in her six lava lamps. She replaced her accelerator pedal with a weird bare foot pedal. Her house featured peace signs, happy faces, and free love slogans. My favorite piece was a Volkswagen bus planter...

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summers that tasted to me like youth's freedom bridge over troubled waters topping the chart how soon I would come to understand AP: Honorable Mention 2025 Posted on May 22, 2021...

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Cars in the seventies, Had character, you see, Lime green Fords with stripes GT, Waxed on weekends, thoroughly, Double Cam exhausts with Mag wheels, Now bland cars are the deal, White, black, silver or grey, Purple or orange cars just drove away!...

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Our tribute to the eighteen year old boys who were sent to Viet Nam Was to be chill, chillin, and chillax’in as a tribute to those soon gone. We were groov’n, and groovy, beatnik style, but we called ourselves hippie. We were funky, groovy, and pretty nifty, copacetic, stoked, and thrifty. Wearing our hip hugger bellbottoms, our...

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Silky polka dots, paisleys, flowered bras too. Printed sweetly in the seventies, reds, and blues. Debbie had the prettiest that was the big news. Hers was rainbow in ambry, type of gentle hues. Bras were more important than any of our hairdos. Why we needed fancy, did some of us confuse. Those who did not realize free love was not a...

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We are the crying children of the 70’s, not much changes inside ‘other than knowing better now ,what undoubtedly would have been the keys to the kingdom back then . We are the innocent generation of comic trusting gullibility ‘the worry of our world and blame For its care or lack of ‘now placed firmly upon...

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bell bottom blue jeans warm belly button showing nineteen seventies woodstock mad music vietnam war in full swing youth rebelling now free love is rampant people living in communes churches pray like mad usa magic separation of our youth from solid parents after kennedy dr martin luther king turned country wild youth were change ready probably the soldiers too holding breath in swamps nineteen seventies color tv was alive sonny and cher show assertive women wait...

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