Short Flower Child Poems

Short Flower Child Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Flower Child by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Flower Child by length and keyword.


Premium Member Flower Child

Flower Child fields of hemp flowers smokey green horizon clouds~ luscious femme fatale
© I Am Anaya  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Haiku


Premium Member Wilted Flower

A wild flower child
Was so careless for short while.
Then so suddenly
Something broke her lovely smile;
Withered through a fate so vile.
Form: Tanka

Premium Member Death Defeated

Black egret
You had come to take
The half-flower child
Though your plans wilted
Like the petals of her skirt
From a single stroke of her hand

Bloom

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
© Alice Who  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Buttercup Blues

Mom captured my truth,
As a sixties flower child,
Yet in bloom of youth!



The above sketch was, of course, done by my late mother when I was a teenager.
Form: Haiku


Premium Member You

I was beguiled;
you were then
a flower child;

veiled in Cyclamen
opus of allure;
siren to men.

I stared, unsure;
unabashed, you smiled,
our thoughts, impure.
Form: Other

Premium Member Flower Child

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.
Form: Sijo

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Pete Seeger flower child sandalwood Frank "Incensed" Myrrh, TH
versus
Pistol Pete, not the ball player
personally, was rooting for Pete
Pete lost
happened in a boat
rover and rover repeat
© Gun Poet  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member DIRTY DANCING - ANACREONTIC COUPLETS

DIRTY DANCING -  ANACREONTIC COUPLETS

Imagination runs wild,
like the mind of flower child.

Untamed, free to self express
dirty dance moves with finesse.

Sultry, yet grace on display;
seductive in slinky way.
Form: Couplet

Premium Member A Happy Hippy

Well Plastered Sippy Hippy Upon Stumbling into the Barber’s Snippy Hippie Flower Child Wets Himself Drippy Hippie Peace, Love & Clumsiness Slippy Hippie The Cheeky Free Sprit Lippy Hippie Written June 7, 2015
Form: Footle

Flowers Never Die

When flowers become like rain
I am on full alert
I like flowers
Draped around my neck
Wet from exhaustion
When flowers become like wood
Made into chopsticks
I am not surprised
When nuns
Eat with their hands
Remembering the flowers
Plucked from the fields
When they were young
When flowers become like salt
Rubbed into the wounds of soldiers
I am shaking
I am a flower child
Form:

Premium Member Flower Child

sixty-three hippie
                                             guard supervise prisoners  
                                                daisies woven crown



© By: Eve Roper
3/1 6/2015





This is in honor of my sister in-law, she use to be a flower child when she was in her teens. She has been a prison guard for almost 16 years and she has never grown out of the era of dress..... ?????
© Eve Roper  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Haiku

Premium Member Moon Children

Once a flower child
Always a Moon Child
Generations of Cancerians
Have aped the crab with tenacity
Large eyes and agility
Moving side-to-side silently
Moody on mournful days
Joyful in the sunlight
Giver of love
Taker of wise advice
Domestic yet athletic
Contraditions abound
For crazed moon children
Who beam and fade periodically


*July 13, 2014 (one day before this Moon Child’s birthday)
Form: Lyric

Fox Flick

'Fox Flick' from the 1960 Slang Words

Here she goes gimme some skin
with friends in the Friggin ,
She is the flower child 
who is always Gassed.

She loves the Hair -Musical
later becomes the radical,
She was the crazy Raddie 
who was the sick Puppy.

She loves her real soul
which is the her only rule,
she never goes as the Rattled 
because she doesn't want that load.
by Esther J -(Rhyming words taken from the 1960 pop history slang words )

Premium Member Flower Child Scoop

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 this advice from Paul.

New International Version (Romans 13:8)
Let no debt remain outstanding, except the continuing debt to love one another.

Premium Member A Flower-Child Appeared


     A flower-child appeared
       a poppy on her dress
     Personifying naivete
       her tangled locks a mess

    ‘Round mid-Manhattan traffic
      she spun and twirled her way
    Barefoot joy and ecstasy
      bravely on display  

    One of NYC’s finest
      approached her cautiously
    Lucky for her, he did not see
      her feet weren’t all that were bare

    And anyway, which city ordinance covers
      red-white-and-blue-painted pubic hair
Form: Rhyme

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