Rocking Poems - Poems about Rocking

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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MOM AND DAD STILL HOLD HANDS AT TENDER AGE 92 WATCH THE PIT FIRE NOTHING MORE TO DO BUT SITTING IN THOSE OLD ROCKING CHAIR'S ...

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My dearest husband, Happy 40th bday my love, Today I celebrate you, I celebrate your life, God surely knew I was destined to be by your side, May you always never doubt the love Peyton and I have for you, No words can describe the appreciation we have for you, I know I tell you all the time how proud...

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I’m trying to glare at people who pass by. My face isn’t actually glaring though. My face is soft and droopy. And sad and bleary. I’m rocking back and forth. I enjoy rocking and it makes me lonely. Everyone ignores me. When I’m rocking back and forth… And my vision is going in and out… I like that they ignore me. I enjoy the quiet...

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a Zen philosophy states that all form is emptiness yet it’s not as all emptiness is form but in essence not Plato maintained that its essence is in its purpose the idea of the chair preceded its existence the idea of the chair contains its purpose while the philosophers are bellyaching over whether one could and actually should fashion...

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...she was ensnared within her prized gardens There among a tempest of roses. Entangled in the mournful whispers of… Weeping willows From noon till night. Within her bustling haven, the envy of neighbors. A source of joy and delight. But her constant aching heart desired so much more. Her poor lonely husband Once he was robust and brimming and strong with vitality... Now...

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Grandmother rocks in rocking chair Her careworn hands at rest in lap Blue eyes bright she seems aware Overcome with sleep taking a nap. Beautiful embroidery lies neglected Gnarled fingers, painful, no longer agile Rainbow silk colours forgotten not selected Advancing years have made her fragile. Ancient love keeps grandmother company On lap faithful companion does gently purr Calico cat the colour of amber honey Rocking...

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