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...

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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...

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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...

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Have faced the final curtain,
     the passing through of change,
A crossing of the mountain
     on pathways, oh,...

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

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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...

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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,...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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