Short Woodstock Poems
Short Woodstock Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Woodstock by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Woodstock by length and keyword.
Like returning to a place in a dream:
sound of one hand clapping:
the mottled butterfly haphazardly flits
into the welcoming Light of day.
The tiny flightless Woodstock
chirped and chirped around the clock
Snoopy being his special friend of friends
understood all his verbal odds and ends
AP: 3rd place 2025
A conversation in 25 words
Mother knows best
It’s not a test
I’m a rebel, man
I’m going to San Fran
Be sure to wear
Some flowers in your hair!
Watch this Hispanic street punk
Furiously drive home his prayer
Frowning and sweating Latin funk
While the blond hippie shakes down her hair...
Santana at Woodstock, 1969 on U-Tube
Teen angel. Acid queen.
Here comes your lover man.
Heaven and hell. Won’t you
try. Kosmic blues.
Voodoo child. Guinnevere.
I put a spell on you.
And when its over. I
can’t turn you loose.
yellow daisy chain
Birkenstocks sandals
ukuleles play
peace sign happy face
a hippie child
1960’s
Woodstock music
pass around bong
free love flowing
bell bottoms
hip-huggers
lava lamp
flower
child
love
Some things
are better
after
the fact
Like Woodstock
the Edsel
song lyrics
retracked
Some things
are better
when time
is removed
Alive in our
consciousness
forever
— renewed
(The New Room: September, 2026)
Late 60's Experience
Woodstock
we rock
Make Love Not War
smoke weed
then breed
My Ride My Home
bug van
keen man
Police Bust
cops nag
big drag
Protest March
abhor
this war
Tripping,
Falling,
Tripping,
Acid ride inside,
What changed?
Woodstock woman,
Living dead zombie,
What changed?
Made you give up,
The ‘deadhead’ lifestyle;
Trading for a hobbit,
A Grecian convent,
Nevermore are you;
You,
The higher path,
Married to God.
Aging
like the finest wine
his music vintage gold
Sugar Mountain
the Harvest Moon
a Southern Man to scold
The lyrics haunting
feelings blessed
an Old Man at his knee
From Crazy Horse
to Woodstock
—his message sets us free
(Dreamsleep: November, 2023)
1965
Yes, I'm the last baby boomer
too young for Woodstock, Kennedy
too old now to pretend
But I am the People
I'm this generation
freedom has been my friend
Call me niave, I still believe
we are all our beautiful color
our sister, father, brother
We are all Eve
In a field of dreams
You
Are the deadliest catch
You
Are the lost village
A lethal woodstock
Whisper secrets
And everything after
Is born too loud.
No dash of love
For your modern family
Only forensic files
Floating in the shark tank.
Just another ride.
a musical trio
livening up the prairie
enthusiastic beatnik dog on bongo drums
terrifically talented tambourine-playing Tomcat
Romanian beauty with flashing eyes with a ukulele
people arrive to sing along and dance
it feels like the seventies
Woodstock sixty years later
Psychedelic
Good times
Woodstock
Peace love
Long hair
Bell bottom
Jeans and beads
Guitars strumming
Hippies
Around a campfire
Singing
Free style
How the lovin’ was easy
Published in my 24-page photo/anthology ~RANDOM MUSINGS VOL.2~ 2020
AP: Honorable Mention 2021
(in reference to Woodstock)
July of Sixty Nine, at Yasker's
Farm
Where word of Vietnam, caused
for alarm
Bringing People, from all over, to
put on the charm
Looking to openheartedly, give their
Right arm
Hoping to make what was somber,
serene and calm
Now that the Nation upon Us, had
dropped its bomb
if you could see what i mutter
about your jar of peanut butter
would you flutter
like Woodstock
into my awaiting arms?
could you find enough wood and rocks
to lovingly build us a farm?
i looked under your hood when it knocked, there's no need to be alarmed
you're ready
love,
howard
From the Festival at Monterey
Through Woodstock and his anthem play
His Experience and Band of Gypsys days
To his icon hit, Purple Haze
We remember Jimi even today
His wah-wah pedal and feedback ways
It’s so sad that he ended his days
Far too young to hear the praise.
Entry in the Jimi Hendrix contest
We couldn’t survive
each to the other
We couldn’t let go
to live
We couldn’t give
without retaking
We couldn’t express
what we felt
We couldn’t stay quiet
when being together
We couldn’t come back
from the past
We couldn’t forgive
what time had rescinded
We couldn’t remember
— to forget
(Woodstock: Summer, 1969)
In the peace love seventies
Preached to forgive our enemies
Growing up our freedom breezy
The lovin’ was made easy
Woodstock hippies in bell bottoms
Singing ballads on through autumns
Hitchhikers up thumbing muscle cars
Guitar strumming sweet mellow bars
Long hair beads under stars
Campfires looking up at Mars
AP: 1st place 2025
Excuse me while I kiss the sky
Seeking answers – why’d Jimi die?
Perhaps it was the Burning of the Midnight Lamp
Hey Joe! Don’t know? Revisit his amp
Purple Haze shrouded by mystery
Woodstock legend resounds in history
Vietnam veteran’s soulful, haunting cry
Excuse me while I kiss this guy
* Written for Raul's Jimi Hendrix challenge
Gone is the era of the Renaissance Man
Who delved into Milton, Voltaire and Rosseau
Knew the difference between Cezanne and Gaugin
Could parse a sentence and quote Henry Thoreau
Came Woodstock, he was buried deep in time's sands
Covered over by Joplin and Country Joe...
Social media's dug man's hole even worse
Alexa and Cortana ~ My lips are pursed
I have spent too many years
Walking backwards
Trying to retrace my steps
But every place I have gone
Has changed
It seems that nothing
Ever remains the same
And no one
Except for me
Remembers you
And though
They call me a fool
And tell me
That it's impossible
I still believe
That you are out there
Somewhere
Doing the very same thing
Walking backwards
Looking for me
like a place in a dream,
Woodstock revisited.
Days of peace, love, music, meaning.
As close as one's own heartbeat,
more remote than the mountains of the moon.
Rain dance, rainfall
alights more gently than a whisper,
Louder than the thunder:
Mud city/
Barefoot Nation/
state of Mind
--- sound of one hand clapping ---
state of grace
DB COOPER-IAN MUNYWE
Ka DB cooper sina pupa,
nitaondokea pia muda ukifika.
Daily kukachora kuzuia swara,
bila rwaara bado ninang`ara.
kaka dada mama baba,
nawatakia mengi mafanikio.
nahisi kama Jimi Hendrix,
back in 69 huko woodstock,
ama king Bob Marley in 79 santa barbara.
vibe ilikuwa safi pia,
John Lennon akiwa madison square in 72.
basi tunazidi kwa bidii,
maombi tele ili majaaliwa tufike kilele.
earth
peace
give it a chance
tie-dye t-shirts
modern dance
macrame
and beaded chokers
woodstock
and pot smokers
flower power
zpg
alfalfa sprouts
herbal tea
burning draft cards
American flags
Vietnam bodies
coming home in bags
Kent
Augusta
Jackson state
Detroit Black Panthers
waking up too late
Oh Angela
Oh Beatles
Oh Martin Luther King
gratitude to all of you
for this special thing