Seventies Poems - Poems about Seventies

Give me back the seventies

the seventies is my go-to decade
for it is when I was my cutest
and my three daughters were born
I looked terrific in my bell bottom jeans

the edge of them had rickrack and lace
I embroidered a happy face and flowers on her pockets
my go-to vest was loaded with fringe
I wore my hair long and messy; I felt

hippie born after the seventies

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

memories of the seventies

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

reminds me of the seventies

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.

Nineteen Seventies

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

In the Seventies

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

Another Eighties Music Revival

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

What Can You Do For Me?

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?

   

If I Was Heading To the Seventies

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

Lynette Loves the Seventies

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

The Seventies

summers that tasted to me like youth's freedom
bridge over troubled waters topping the chart
how soon I would come to understand



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Posted on May 22, 2021

Olden Cars

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!

Seventies Memories

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

Bras of the Seventies

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

The 70s Kids

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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