Woodstock Poems - Poems about Woodstock

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...

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Like returning to a place in a dream: sound of one hand clapping: the mottled butterfly haphazardly flits into the welcoming Light of day....

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“I'm ready to go anywhere I'm ready for to fade Into my own parade Cast your dancing spell my way I promise to go under it”.....Quote by Bob Dylan I AM A STRANGER HERE without you I CAN'T EXPLAIN why I walk through this RING OF FIRE WHERE THE NIGHTIME IS THE RIGHT TIME- when out of the darkness I SHALL BE RELEASED from the...

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Inspired by this adorable Snoopy art! (Snoopy reaching for a star. Woodstock is standing behind him.) Reach for the stars! Pick the one that's right for you and your friend and shine brightly together! Pick a star By Michelle Morris 08/07/2023 Reach up high Pick a star The right one for you And for your friend's heart Shine brightly together Reflect...

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Charles Schulz Peanuts character Woodstock Analogous to (being mine) security blanket similar, but not identical to the trademark one clutched by Linus Van Pelt, I take flight into sleep courtesy holding fictional little yellow bird, a mutual (of Omaha) best friend of Snoopy. While drifting off into dreamland holding tight to said stuffed animal, yours truly listens to the drip...drip...drip of wet clothes air drying on...

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Woodstock wild is what the musicians knew Plain dairy farm in New York, reservation due. I was too young, alas, or I would have been there. Loving the music, the ambiance, wild as old dog hair. Midriffs showing, the crowd was mostly young and thin. Jumpsuits looked fabulous, no matter who was poured in. People ate healthy, they were taunt and...

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The inspiration for today’s poem…I found beneath my feet… as I began my walk this morning…in a guitar stain on the street. Last night we attended a concert at a friends house…where we sat off in the wings…and listened to Walter Parks serenade us…tells us stories…and coax his guitar to sing. Walter Parks backed up Richie Havens for...

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The kids aren’t right and it's your fault You laid down and let evil sprinkle it’s salt Leaving our futures to rot Tell me know was it worth the cost Your worthless years of senseless pleasure Have caused harm to great to measure With your feeble frame can you even fix the fissure Ignored the truth...

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Woodstock ‘69 At first they said we couldn’t; And then they found they couldn’t stop us now. We came together as one people. The smoke we blew, flew up and made the clouds. They said it wouldn’t happen, But the happening is louder than one sound. With peace and love we could be happy; Try as they might to bring us down. There stands...

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Once blossomed Woodstock- Which spread waves of culture shock, That's now classic rock!...

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I still have my tickets And what I recall Was the feeling of kinship Connecting us all. We rolled down our windows, In traffic for miles, As peace-fingered V-signs Elicited smiles. “You goin’ to Woodstock?” We’d shout as we passed Though since everyone was, We knew we’d have a blast. They talk of the mud And the sex and the drugs But we went for the music And peace, love...

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WoodStock - Fifty Years Ago August 15-19, 2019 I knew nary a whit about rock n roll history soon to unfold August fifteen – eighteen ninety sixty nine mollycoddled, nestled, obliviously preoccupied bajillion miles away attending Baker Park Day Camp within Phoenixville, Pennsylvania innocently naive shy lad hidebound, yours truly to prefer tried and true familiar turf quite limited radius circumscribed physical world, yes quite sheltered proximity, where birth family resided 324...

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My cottage which sat at the end Of an old country trail Lined with trees Has been replaced By streetlamps and a paved road Called Market Street I no longer see The cold northern winds Swaying snow filled branches Or the morning frost Gathering on the bottom Of my cottage windows The sound of the forest Has been replaced By the movement of cars In the morning On their way to...

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Old hippies, good food a couple of good bookstores In short a trip to Woodstock, New York I wore a shirt with a picture of Dylan Thomas(not bob Dylan - whom I follow) People don't know about that place It is a change of pace from NYC My poetry teacher said...

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Right in the midst of it all there were these three nuns As they were there on call where others had sought fun And yet along they made their way in full habit with Cross But no one was there to pray, not thinking of any such loss Slowly they would walk with the crowds being so large So few...

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