Best Rocking Poems

Rocking Chair
(The Autistic Child)

Born with walls constructed in her mind, 		
She keeps the world and all its threat at bay,		
Inside her rocking chair day after day,		
A month, a year, an hour, no sense of time		
Just rocking, rocking all her life away.		

Christmas comes and presents pile...

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where she used to rock her kids to sleep; 
arms empty now, she starts to weep.

4/24/2023 For  Line Gauthier's 'Bite Size Contest no.62' Poetry Contest...

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The Rocking Horse Cowboy

I’m king of the rocking horse--cowboys
I yea ha along with the best
Me finger and thumb
I use as a gun
And ride the top horse in the west

I ride the top horse in the west
He’s sturdy and ready to please
It’s no big deal
When he...

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Have faced the final curtain,
     the passing through of change,
A crossing of the mountain
     on pathways, oh, so strange,
No more visions are moving
     over the clouded stage,
Words no longer do remain
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When a child with mood tuned to channel pout,

I cherished how you chose to repose me.

You chair-rocked soothing beats with arms about

me, your small lap-wrap, and lulled me gloom free.


Your gentle love nurtured my self-image.   

Grown, I still feel Grannie-pats on my back...

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Still
He sits
In deep thought
Reflecting on
His last eighty years 
Nothing distracts his thoughts
Of disappointments and joys
A smile then appears on his face
As he remembers his deceased wife
Still smiling he lifts both his feet and rocks .

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Where granddad once sat, resting creaking bones, I now wearily sit.

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Contest: The Old Rocking Chair
Sponsor: Rick Parise
© 6th November 2016...

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Forlorn as a withering rose,
The years in every wrinkle etched.
A crippling frame, head to toes,
Ramshackle porch to match. 

An old man, rocks back and forth,
Staring steadfastly into the eve,
His ailing years of little worth,
The sublime sunset a mere reprieve.

Contemplating a life well worn,
Exuberant youth a...

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As I sit dustbound in the upper room;
This musky old attic, my temporary tomb.
Reminiscing my previous owners charms;
Her comforts found in my waiting arms.

I've carried her babies to candy places.
Put tiny grins on their sleeping faces.
They bounced on fluffy marshmallow clouds,
Where toadstools made of cupcakes...

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The old rocker reposed by the hearth longer than I can remember.
'Twas Grandma's favorite chair, she cherished it as a family member!
From it she dispensed abounding love, wisdom and wit,
Rhythmically rocking, never minding the squeaks it would emit!

What a special privilege it was to recline...

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The wind is blowing gently;
it stirs the empty chair 
on the wooden porch at sundown
where her last breath she took .
The wind is blowing gently.

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Visual 4 ~ Rocking Chair
Paul Callus ~ 5th August, 2015
Contest: A Prized Refrain
Sponsor: Nette Onclaud
Placed 3rd...

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no one can really understand insanity
it sinks below depths of our humanity
something so small,
a grenade,
atomic mess,
bodies blown to bits
as the gas suffocated earth-
it's that clench,
that gasp-
that knot
you fear.
And  it eats you alive the more you endure
such imaginative qualities,
and you sit there unknowingful
uninformed;
while envy develops;
you...

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Dear little Red Rocking Chair
crafted by Daddy's hands
it's weaved top so weathered and worn
soon I will pass it on
Dear little Red Rocking Chair

Tammy Reams Contest sponsored by: Nette Onclaud  Titled: A Prized Refrain
8/4/2015   no.4- Rocking Chair...

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You came into her house through the kitchen. 
The big door in from the front porch
Hadn't been used for years;
Furniture stood hard against it.
A knock at the front door meant a stranger.

Aunt Celesta makes a tall pitcher
Of green Kool-Aid and ice cubes.
She fills two glasses...

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The wind
comes in at night,
bringing with it new ghosts
but I'm wrapped tight in mother's quilt, 
each painstaken swatch stitched by her own hand
She sings a breathy lullabye
and rocks me to sleep in
the cradle of
the wind...

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