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She was fierce.
She was wild and night-time.
A heart so gigantic
she could paint a picture world-wide.
Her style was her own.
Her spirit is unchained.
Liberated running away from society
touching the earth with her bare feet,
it embraced her soul,
leaving her breathless and carefree.
A natural and appearing
like a field of flowers,
bright and magical.
She was a kaleidoscope of colors
living enchantingly under the moon at night,
and cheerfully in the sun
with its radiance and light.
I Saw The Psychedelic Lights ☮️

It came through in music
As well as in song
C’mon People Now
Let’s all get along

Love, Peace and Happiness
Was what we did preach
It was our Trinity ☮️
Our core belief

There was Dylan, Baez
And MLK
Apostles of peace
With something to say

And...
All We Are Saying
Is Give Peace A Chance
Oh...
Let It Be
Our glorious chant

By: Bill MacEachern
02/27/21
Hippism
berk Oct 2020
it was one of those hot summer nights,
those nights where you can feel the heat
in every cell of your body, every bone dripping
with sweat. you thrash around on your mattress, desperate… begging… pleading for an ounce of a chill.

it was one of those nights where the heat dragged
you to your knees and said,
“i’m here now, what are you gonna do about it.”
even the animals could feel it. the cicadas stopped
their song and dance, the cattle lapped up
whatever water they could find,
dogs and cats not much farther behind.

you sit under the stars, feet dangling in
a kiddie pool and reclined in an old foldable
chair your not quite sure where you bought it
from, but you've had it for years and your too
attached to throw it away.

you lean back and stare up at the stars and
the constellations above, thinking about all that's come
before and what's left.

you've come to an understanding with
the universe that you're here for a limited time only,
and knowing the best way to handle it, the good...
the bad... and the ugly... is to remember a simple
but timeless message.

because at the end of the line, all that matter's
is what you want to matter.
remember to stay groovy yall
Julie alise Sep 2020
My mind is constantly overwhelming and overfilling
I'm constantly over feeling ..  my feelings exaggerating . i just want to relax because i'm constantly tired and i don't know why. I apologize.  
I over analyze every decision and scenario that just happened including the one from five minutes ago   and im telling myself i'm bound to be doomed no matter what i do . My mood  has just ruined our day.. because i can't be okay with things being okay . I think in a way  alot of things do go perfect for me and yeah alot of things make me happy but in the end i try to not care because things have always been temporary . Im use to leaving and going . coming and seeing , i get something , they take it , i lost it. I'm "loved" but i remain hurt because iam  still sad sometimes and i want to just feel happiness inside and out. Iam not perfect but  the idea of being unperfectly perfect is what i want to be but i don't think my flaws should be seen , and if they crawl out i'll be very ashamed just because i will care what others think of me
Cant really explain how i feel right now , feeling like i cant do anything , this isnt a poem? but i write to express myself
Charlotte Ivy Jun 2020
Mirror mirror on the wall I’d give anything to be small.
Feeling like the hippopotamus waiting to be kissed by the prince. Are little girls supposed to hate themselves like this.
I want to lead, be a Princess a Queen? Someday I’ll be what the people demand of me.
Adjust the corset, tighter ... tighter. Stomach acid rises, my crown slips off.
I am slowly decaying, the Princess of rot.
lilith grace Jun 2020
I dreamt
we left
to live
as hippies...

daisy chains
grass in my hair
I push a dandelion behind your ear
smiling- joyful as I watch how the sun
peeks through the spaces between your eyelashes

we drive to the sea
and sleep on the beach
because we can.
we listen to vinyl
because it sounds better.
morning coffee on a mountain top
rich droplets spilt on the sleeves of our sweaters

I picture us
through a nostalgic lens
a poloraid pasted
to the inside cover of a beat up notebook

wild and free
free
to be what we couldn't be here.

secure as we live our lives
guided by the stars
inspired by the song Hippies by Allie and the roses.
Rose Amberlyn Feb 2020
I feel the grass between my toes,
Beneath my feet.
I feel the air flow,
Through my lungs.
Into my soul.
I smell the sweet,
Calming scent of nature.

I am made of dirt and water.
I am no different from the grass.
We may try to seem,
Sophisticated,
Superior,
But we are nothing,
Without this earth.

So I stand on the grass.
And I feel comforted.
I feel at home.
I wake up, I see green
Evergreen trees

Open the window, I smell water
Fresh rainwater

Walking outside, I see birds
Bee-Eater birds greeting hello

Socking in the beautifulness, I touch the flowers
Wildflowers grow in the distance

But, I wake up
In an aglow dreaming
Liam Mar 2019
We were so deep I thought we'd surely drown,
Only what filled our lungs seemed to be pure pleasure.

She brought me so high I thought I'd never come down.
I'd had to dig deep to unearth her treasure.

You've just discovered this,
Yet it feels so desperately awaited.
Colour flooded,
Fluid painted.
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