Rocking Poems - Poems about Rocking

Look out on the music these days, there ain’t a whole lot to say, techno makes me feel dead inside, dub-step, just get out of my way. Hip-hop just rubs me all wrong, that stuff is barely a song, maybe there are some gems in there, most of it’s just here and gone. Can’t stop rocking, the six-string talking, the base-line walking, the kick-drum knocking, can’t stop...

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Look out on the music these days, there ain’t a whole lot to say, techno makes me feel dead inside, dub-step, just get out of my way. Hip-hop just rubs me all wrong, that stuff is barely a song, maybe there are some gems in there, most of it’s just here and gone. Can’t stop rocking, the six-string talking, the base-line walking, the kick-drum knocking, can’t stop...

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I close my eyes savouring the memory of the clash of waves and rhythmic sway that rocked my childhood...

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I'm stand'n, with legs split astride, One foot on either side, flip'n on the see-saw ride, tilt'n from side to side. Rock'n and Roll'n! I'm in a juxtaposition in between a flip 'n flop You said you loved me! Now you say, not! Will you make up your ruddy mind. I'm in such a bind! The tides a' going out and coming in. The sun's arising and...

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Why do we call the good old days, good? Grandma was always talking, talking about the days that had passed. I wonder if they were really that good, or does our mind play a trick on us? Grandma loved sitting on her porch, looking out over her land in her rocking chair. Now the old rustic white fence, is falling down...

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the sound of waves rocking to and fro its golden mirth adorns my sleepy dreams AP: 2nd place 2025 ...

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Though small in size you stood strong' and wise In your answer to him, of your intended demise! And that of our fair state.' In our great land.' For right here i recount of that old 'dingo dan' He'd paid the blood money, he's bought a plot' Oh how my blood boils.' And i can tolerate a lot.) Its plain he...

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Life in a rocking chair in a room bereft of air Labored breath provides a scare Rock back and forth, ever harder what good to...

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Shackled with no name Been a Slave far too long Always without fail Blocked out Praying to the Heavens How long? The Sun beats high and strong I have been told I don’t belong I have educated my mind Read books of endless chapters Darkened theory Beaten and torn How Long? Night skies being my Race in the day I run but it is like slow motion I try to...

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In twenty twenty-four, yet I vibe like it’s ‘nine-nine, Still rocking the rhythm, still feeling divine, I’m a soldier in the game, got my crew by my side, Like Destiny's Child, we’re ready for the ride. Ain’t no scrub yelling from that passenger seat, TLC taught us, we don’t take defeat, I’m chasing my dreams, on this journey I roam, With the...

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A breeze did slide in under eaves and stirred inside the air that grieves, my children grown my dreams have flown, alone I sit my rocking throne. My chair in front of window bare, I look… but husband’s soul elsewhere. Beneath my feet the floorboards moan, alone I sit my rocking throne. Each day I rock the same tic tock and change not...

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'Creak creak' says The old rocking chair On a tiny old wooden porch 'Aawk aawk' says The old crow as it Flies steadily to the north 'Cock-a-doodle-do' says The red rooster as he clucks The new day in at half past four Arise! Coffee's brewing eggs and bacon on the stove Hurry! Grab your baskets Time for pickin' in the grove Bring your pail out to the barn Milk...

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Though little Suzie was wild about horses, she was too young to ride, At just five golden years old. Like summer faded, where nature sighed. Playful Suzie longed to visit Banbury Cross, a place she had not been. Her older siblings told exciting tales of it, like spring, alive with green! For Little Suzie's birthday, her parents had given...

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Just an empty rocking chair, Survived by hearts left behind, Hearing the loneliness, the dread Remembering the life now mourned, By the rocker’s weeping beneficiaries. 1 ...

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leaves withered and grew as the old man sat, in his wooden rocking chair gently swaying, waiting for the day to come, people come to chat and sit, while he spoke of a better day to come, and the day came and felt no better or worse, he rocked and pondered and puffed a pipe, missing yesterday....

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