Repetition Poems | Examples of Repetition Poetry

No shame in admitting I love to read your comments And should I think of quitting I LOL at whatever Lawless sent… ‘Course, I’d sure like to get...

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Violence, a physical behavior intended to hurt someone. Violence, the strike from his hand to her face. Violence, the screamed threats as she cries. I try not to panic. Violence, was it intentional or did he just lash out? Violence, is his word true beyond a doubt? Violence, he tells us that he’s sorry. I try to believe it. Violence, the unlawful act...

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Sometimes I only feel sad Sometimes I can just cry Sometimes I lose all hope Sometimes I am all alone And sometimes I smile wide Life certainly has its downs Sometimes I drown above water But there’s also a future There’s friends to be made ...

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I could write five million words about you And all of them would be true But none of it would be enough Not really. I could write five million poems about you Sonnets, limericks, haikus But none of it would be enough Not really. I could draw five million pictures about you And with every single kind of color, too But none of it would...

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In the quiet of the night When the sun decides to save its light for someone worthy When the stars twinkle in its wake When the moon chases after her lover I used to pray But not with the whispered devotion of a Sister No my prayers stirred something ugly in me Something that festered slowly And ripped Something raw and heavy from...

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Caverns of patterns, Awaiting your return, A cliff at every turn, For you to fall and burn, Slipping into your pattern. It repeats until you discern, There's a reason for concern, Earning a new lesson, Life is in constant progression. Filling the cavern again, With every little win, Catching the pattern in motion, Slowly filling through devotion, Allowing a new path to open. One that you have chosen, A choice...

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(A lone voice whispers) Loss covers many different paradigms. From relationships, family, and friends, but one pivotal thought sometimes gets forgotten in grief. When someone suddenly has died. The love you both once shared, will live forever. Just hidden in a Repetition of Time, as you suddenly remember this 17 syllable drop of bliss. In five, seven, five. As those...

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Discipline is doing what you hate like you love it Asking for more when you are past the point of quit The dying of an old spirit to let a new one in Forcing progression with a bittersweet grin Just when it seems completely futile When all you can feel seems abysmal That is autophagy taking over Out will come thyself leaner...

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ALLITERATION rhetorical reptitive reminders...

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Drone little specs down below watch them scurry to and fro streams of white and red filling an ocean at my behest with broken backs and crooked limbs their hurried toils are the subject of my whims in my lands there is no rest a slow decay, day by day their bones will feed my nest while in the ground they rot away I'm master...

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What do they think of me Tell me, oh please What do you think of me Tell me, oh please...

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eclipse erase shiver deliver gaze & masticate then bombard the pompous viscous lush & organic tender yet cold...

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how long is now ~ right now ~ honest truth ~ don't know ~ what if all I had was now ~ I had no past to regret ~ if all I have is now ~ I would abstain from regret ~ what am I doing now ~ thinking about it now ~ what are you doing now ~...

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I can only hope to find something so deeply hidden inside myself that it is beautiful enough and terrible enough to strike your interest, scribbling it out in a fiery passion for you to shriek back at your own life’s claws But I fear I cannot do that today For that would be red, you see And I feel something purple at...

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The same kind of nights we see the same times a year. People play people, break their hearts then blame the moon and stars, not the beer and the bars, for all the tears. Down the road, round the back. Wake up without recount for who or what was just unluckily near. Bruises take a while...

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