Rockin Poems - Poems about Rockin

Dear global leaders - keep on rockin' in the free world after implementing long overdue criminal justice reforms, especially affecting marginalized groups of people. I vote for more lenient, progressive and tolerant treatment towards undocumented immigrants, plus implementing a humane win/win system to modify societal criminal behavioral. Hear ye.... hear ye... All robust asylum seekers, and able bodied prisoners with minor infractions. Cue...

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Rockin Chair I sit in my rockin chair and think of things far and near. Things like the weather, and whether I want soup or salad for dinner. I listen to the birds sing, and think things, that make me dream. I watch butterflies float, And hear the bullfrog gloat. Creak Creak Creak Creak says the squeak, of that old chair on the floor. Regrets, hopes and...

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College kids, we danced to Lou Reed all night long, beers in hand as we hit the floor, we never tired of those songs, the "wild side" pulled us in, like a tunnel of love, the rock stars were our prophets, sent from above, now we are aged, rougher with life's scars, yet still we smile, with memories of rockin' in those bars....

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As usual, you smile at my downfall I will endure this pain and get on the ball I must mend my broken wings to fly I will lend you a hand as you pass me by You will see me rockin the misery boat You will smile with glee as soon as I'm gone You will see me aboard the misery...

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We'll get ourselves ready, and we'll tune the guitars. We'll get ourselves ready today. Just to bring the Christmas Spirit this way. We'll be rockin' on Christmas Day. We'll be a rockin' it, rollin' it, rockin' and a rollin' it. Rockin' on Christmas Day. Then we'll get ourselves ready. And we'll set up the drums. So get ready to drum and play. Just to...

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The Hydralisks are assembling just out of range, Supported by Roaches, Infestors, Banelings,… The Mutalisks are hovering beyond our turrets, Brutalisks are moving—it’s looking quite desperate. There’s a silver lining for each “end of the world”: My shift’s almost done and my Siege Tank’s been rebuilt. I could spend my last hours paralyzed in fright; But no, got a date with that...

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Sorry folks, no poem here, I began writing a raunchy poem ,which ended up turning out quite explicit(some may prefer to call it vulgar), so I don't think the Soup would appreciate me posting it on here, so I loaded it onto my Facebook page, I listed it as a note, (but it went down...

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I start my life out everyday ,Often in the same ol' way, I eat , I smile, I bathe and crawl back n forth, Some days , I ride my rocking horse, But nothing prepares for mt goal, Oh my !! Do hurry I want to roll, My wheels are the whitest , I have seen, My spokes are...

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