Short Soft Rock Poems
Short Soft Rock Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Soft Rock by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Soft Rock by length and keyword.
Karen and Richard were a famous duo from the 70s
Of course, I mean “The Carpenters” part of our musical heritage
Karen's soothing voice
Richard's keyboard rejoiced
With a selection of laid-back soft-rock melodies
I welcome the silence of falling snow
the virginity of pure crystalline flakes
gathering to frost my windowsills
But I watch while snuggled beside a fire
a cup of cocoa and soft rock playing
A warm hand to hold is all I need
I was sitting on the dock of the bay listening to a song
when Otis Redding happened to come walking along.
He said, "You watching the ships roll in?"
I said, "Yeah, and then watching ‘em roll away again."
He said, "That stuff's really dug by some,
but I think it’s all pretty much ho-hum."
Friends have an open invitation, dusky sky, soft rock music~
It’s all part of the experience of barbecuing—I Am Anaya
Rustic charred mesquite fired up
Aromatic smoke
Sweet guavas, fish, steak, grilling
Blazed creamed artichoke
Decadent pastry
Black Velvet
Lime
POEMS 16 IN MY ARMS
IN MY ARMS ALL NIGHT LONG HOLDING YOU TIGHT.
IN MY ARMS TELLING YOU LOVE ME.
IN MY ARMS KNOW THAT YOU CAN PUT FAITH IN ME.
IN MY ARMS I WILL BE YOUR SOFT ROCK & DWELLING PLACE.
IN MY ARMS I WILL ALWAYS BE HERE FOR YOU BY YOUR SIDE.
MR. PROFESSOR. JERRY”BIG PAPA” WELLS
AUTHOR
A glass of champagne to soothe your soul
As I sway to the sweet soft rock and roll
In my arms I feel your heartbeat
So sweet I remember it’s so complete
There is no need of sadness tonight
Or worrying about what is wrong or right
And it feels we are alone on the planet
Together in each other’s arms in a perfect moment .
© Paul Warren Poetry
We possess a harmonious imbalance;
A teetering of steadiness
Placed on a soft rock.
The night brings us so much light;
With my eyes closed, I see
You’re moving, but still.
Gently, I forcefully place my hands
Upon your wet, but dry being,
Drowning me in thirst.
The distance keeps us forever close;
In our minds, our bodies are one
Screaming quietly.
Hidden behind the clouds, trying to illuminate my dreary day
Simply a brush with the rays and I'm feeling much better
The closing of my eyes a new day has quickly begun
And again I'm "Catching The Sun"
Such a beautiful day on the way maybe soft rock, reggae, or jazz
I will play, no rain in the forecast, to squeeze past
The autumn of love
I thought she was the only one, who could make me forget
Catching the sun...
When young I liked the hard, driving beat,
the heavy rock rhythm rocking the socks off my feet,
now preferring more soothing with less percussion,
violins and flutes and folk guitar I now get a rush from,
Having various cd's I listen to in my car night or day,
classical, folk, gospel and soft rock being more my forte,
throw in a little spanish guitar or even a Celtic tune,
a hodgepodge of easy listening music I often croon to.
2-1-17
seven feet
by eleven with
the deepest being
five feet well below
the freezing frozen time
needs
work the
waterfall doesn't
flow and the pump
seems not in proper order
but the
rocks can
be made and
moved to get the
best flow reasoning
the best
attitude for
your soft rock
mantra and don't
forget the lilies that
will grow
back if desired
covering half of the
pond so where algae
is not wanted won't be
take
it
or
leave
it as is
Form:
On clumsy day of morning fogg
I woke up to reality
To check my beloved sanity
A stone became the chosen one
It was picked for his services
A hard son of soft rock,
A tough block, a rough block, indeed
Destiny knows his path
Growling wind observed the scenario
First flight took Mr. Stone to few feets
The desire was to Re-release
It left my hand to reach space
My head became a Crater by double pace
The stone lives in my head since then
He was first where the headache begin!