Short Rocker Poems

Short Rocker Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Rocker by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Rocker by length and keyword.


Lovers

Love
Love
Lovers.
No soft word,
As people think but—
Cruel and tearing—a man sitting
In a rocker, most troublesome of all to woman
Form: Fibonacci


Premium Member Easy For Me To Say

Why not make the most of life, son?
    What have you got to lose

  Easy to say, here in my rocker
    Drowning my sorrows in booze
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member - Fantasy Rocker -

A royalty rest for small and big butts ~ everybody can enjoy the ride







 
   07.11.2016
 - Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
   Copyright © All Rights Reserved
Form: Monoku

The Turkey Danced

The Thanksgiving feast was a shocker
When the turkey danced, doing the flocker
As the family looks on
Pour glasses of patron
Then assume the turkey was a punk-rocker
© Daisy Ward  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Limerick

Lady Fuku's Vice (The Gen-X Limerick)

There once was this babe from Seattle
who'd get wild when bands squared to battle.
Absorbed like a sponge,
she redefined grunge
with each rocker she chose to straddle.
© John Weber  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Limerick


Premium Member One crazy rollercoaster ride

I'm a wild nomadic rocker
stratocaster guitar is my one true friend
~ trailblazing through this lifelong journey



Wordku: 5-7-5 words

AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Form: Other

Trump Further Inspect

Trump Further Inspect

When Trump we would further inspect,
Discovered has been a human reject;
Off his rocker,
And a mocker,
As well as dumb ***** we did detect.

Jim Horn
© James Horn  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Limerick

Premium Member Mama's Rocker

Cuddling your shawl, Mama, I reach for you each night ...in heaven's rocker.


   ~                               
One, One Liner - Theme THE OLD ROCKING CHAIR 
11.07.2016
Form: Verse

Premium Member Angry Jack O Lantern

The rocker is rocking fiercely and in an angry way.
Jack the pumpkin is in the worst mood today.
He did not feel respected, and never got his say.
The other pumpkins are scared, inching away.
Form: Monorhyme

Burning Here Glenn Hughes song Burn

Yes, blame the chick,
Rocker or hick,
Burning here,
Hands appear!
Witchy fire, 
Doomed desire,
Blasted, didn't care,
She's a don't care bear,
Guess she felt good,
Blasted the whole 'hood!
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Can I Have the Next Ride

Tuxedo cat, come ride me said the flamingo rocker
He ran over and jumped on and soon had a gawker
Can I have the next ride? Asked a mouse at his feet.
Tuxedo cat said “certainly,” for he looked good to eat.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Professors Secret

The professor kept his cats secret because he was a man.
He had been told that cats were women’s pets by cousin Fran.
She was completely off her rocker, as crazy as a loon.
Still he was embarrassed when I saw all of them yesterday at noon.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Strange Brew

your new beau is a strange brew

grandma says pushing back and forth
in the rickety rocker on her front porch 
at the house that was old before she was born

and the familiar black cat sitting in a spot of sun,
meows loudly in agreement
Form: Other

Burning Out

Some of us were meant to age
of those I am not one
To grace a rocker on the porch
death by zero-sum

When youth is gone my will retreats
the candle at its wick
As dreams abate, the moment late
—flowers all but picked

(Dreamsleep August, 2022)
age
Form: Rhyme

Rocker

Rock it baby
I wanna hear you sing
fill me baby with all of your sins
dance for me show me your sexy sway
drive me crazy baby with your wicked way
you make me feel alive
''hot hot hot''
I can taste you now
rock it baby till I pop
rock it baby don't ever stop!

Premium Member Grandma's Old Rocking Chair


I placed grandma's rocker in the sun and now-  my cats sleep there, snoring . . . 

___________________
May 11, 2016


Poetry/Free Verse/Grandma's Old Rocking Chair
Copyright Protected, ID 16-846-404-0
All Rights Reserved.  Written under Pseudonym.

Premium Member The Rock of Ageless

An Avid Pupil of "Mott the Hoople"

A Rocker from the Start

My Soul would Fear no "Megadeth"

But Lost my Heart to "Heart"

I'd never Plant the "Plants"

Or Turn the Page on "Pages"

Till I Cross the River "Styx"

I'll Rock the "Rock of Ageless"
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Mad As a Stung Hornet I Am

I am in my outside office mad as a stung hornet.
It has been so long since I have used this computer
I do not know if it is on or off.
I have pushed the on-off button sixteen times.
Too bad I didn’t push it once and rest my fingers
since it is a rocker switch.

On Aging

When I am old
I won't sit in a rocker
next to a window
watching the world pass by;
remembering the way things used to be,
wondering where years have gone
while eating a dinner of toast and tea.
Oh no, I will not do THAT... for
I intend to be a subversive senior!!

Premium Member A Place that Remembers - POTD

Paint a Picture - 7-15-24 Image #1
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
A Place to Remember

A wooden rocker remembers summer
Building sandcastles on distant sands
Wet towels, sunburns, sandy feet
Fireworks - s'mores; summer stars - barbecues -
Lullabies sung in its lap.
Form: Verse

Grandma's Rocker

Grandma's rocker
Grandma would sit on her rocking chair 
Rocking all day long.
The chair was her joy each day.
As she grows old.
She loved to rock on the porch.
As the car drove by she would smile.
Now the rocker is old.
It sets in the cold of the day.
Now that grandma is off her rocker!

Premium Member A Beard of Dust

The old clock had grown
a beard of dust.
The ink in the Underwood's ribbon
long dried in silence.
Frayed tassels of an old desk lamp
hung over the motionless pen.
Gnarled hands etched
the pain of goodbye.
Grandmother's rocker was still.
So was he.

7/3/2020

The Old Scribe Poetry Contest

Premium Member A Package From Amazon

getting old
sitting on my rocker
waiting for mail 

a package
from Amazon 
with my first fast elder walker with seat

they say that this fast elder walker with seat
could last 
up to ten years to the day

I do pray 
that this walker 
is not my last 

and that it and I 
don’t go too fast

Callie

Callie

Rocking in a chintz platform rocker,
Wearing a patio dress,
Day after day she hums a song,
“With someone like you.”

Through the window she watches,
He left her far too soon,
Dust and cobwebs around her gather,
She hums and rocks “With someone like you.

I’d like to leave it all behind.”

Who Is Your Neighbor

Who is your neighbor?
My neighbor isA little old lady.
With the brightest gray hair you ever seen.
And always has a smile to say hi with.
She has a rocker that I never been used.
At her kitchen and half the town smells like apple pie.
Which drives me crazy.
She's a kind old lady at all.





8/31/2015

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