Best Reiterate Poems


Not Another Day

Impulsive or compulsive

Either way it's not conducive

Living with this disorder

Can't be good for my liver

Obsessions, when do they stop?

Compulsions, when do I stop?

Let me illustrate and reiterate

My demons make me infuriated

To the point, man, I really want to escape this

Live everyday like your last?

These hours go by fast

Trying to obliterate every ounce of the past

Always with the imagery and self coping insanity

That broke me and continues to break me.

Another day, no not another day

I just got out, please let me stay away.

Premium Member Irritated

Help me smother this irritation ~ with lines and punctuations ~ 

Feed me pronouns ~ to drown incompetent sounds ~

Nouns to block inevitable frowns ~ verbs to calm nerves ~

Synonyms to perpetuate and penetrate minds ~ antonyms to reiterate in rhyme~

Give me a vocabulary of words to express my perturb ~ why must people be so absurd

Lay

Niche

It's happening again
My thoughts are bleeding through my pen
My writer's block in shock tonight
as I enter dawn by candlelight

Divulge to all my joy and pain
reiterate my words again
From wrinkled mind to wrinkled page
I spill it all in grace or rage

Do I attract the friends I make
by inviting laughs for egos' sake?
Or tugging at their empathy
To bring them closer still to me?

I write to share a common ground
Indulging in the craft I've found
By seeping through my trusty pen
I've found my niche', my love, my friend.
© Gayle Rodd  Create an image from this poem.


Premium Member Reiterate Our Love

Let's repeat our first dance....
Let's rebirth our forever promises....
Let's replay our sweet memories....
Symbols of red roses from you to me....
Flowers in my art to you as symbols of....
our love come true....
Let's reiterate our lovely vows for all time....
and eternity....
So, our love never becomes redundant....
Let's redeem our sweet love now....
Our red river of red roses rises and returns....
Our requited love....

Rape, An Indignity To Womanhood

R ita was deflowered
A gainst her will. Ravished. Her
P light, a torture, that
E nsued a trauma

I t is a degrading abomination to
S exual assault a women

A manifestation of madness. For
N o rational man shall intend this atrocity

I t is despicable and selfish to rape
N o to rape! It's our plea
D iscontinue sexual assault
I t is a foe of a happy womanhood
G uardians, and parents, do
N ot assault your wards and off springs
I t is an indignity to woman hood
T reat women with worthiness
Y earningly, we reiterate

T ime records myriad cases
O f sexual assault

W hen shall it go extinct?
O r die for eternity?
M any a women
A re with a trauma
N ote,
H ousing headaches and fear 
O h, Alas!
O h! The pain, how
D espicable rape is!

Premium Member Repeter Depuis Le Debut

Répéter Depuis le Début 
The Pink Studio, by Henri Matisse, 1911.

Perception fuses like melted rose quartz,
fuses on the lens of Matisse’s puzzled eyes
like the naiveté of childhood returned to age. 
Melted images rose in two dimensions,
rose in repetition, mothering the pieces.  
Quartz, genteel rosé, shown in transcendence, 

fuses on the lens of Matisse’s puzzled eyes 
on naysayers & followers, his morphosis reigns.
The stimulus silent, light’s effect returned, burned
lens now open to the madness of pattern, pieces
of left brain obliterated; right reinforced; art,
Matisse’s obsession oozed from his pores
puzzled synapses explored and explored,
eyes dry as a bone, from sleepless nights, sigh. 

Like the naiveté of childhood returned to age,
the Madonna appears, or the muse Aphrodite reborn, 
naiveté sexless tasted clean, pure, purged in white.
Of the patterns outside, he’d reproduce those within
childhood wide-eyed he approached & there he
returned again & again paying homage to the core,
to reiterate images in pieces of two dimensions
age left the left brain obliterated – reinforced the right.

Melted images rose in two dimensions.
Images, giving meaning to negative space,
rose ground beneath the pestle of repetition
in loops, sockets, knobs, holes, tabs, slots & keys
two halves male-female, left-right, up-down 
dimensions all an idiocracy depicted his fright,

rose in repetition, mothering pieces, 
in loops, sockets, knobs, holes, tabs, slots & keys
repetition reiterated, quartz ground beneath the pestle
mothering the pieces of two dimensions,
pieces of puzzles conjoining parts triangularly staged.

Quartz, genteel rosé, shown in transcendence. 
Genteel, childlike, Matisse adored illumination, art
rose with repetition, a mothering of the pieces, 
shown in the dance, in stance, in transfigured delight,
in loops, sockets, knobs, holes, tabs, slots & keys,
transcendence an illusion, of optics, of light.



First Published in Ekphrastic: writing and art on art and writing 2016


Forget Past

Forget past



How to cultivate and remember 
Command of the mother and sister
When I repeat my demand for things 
They offer me new and ask forget past 

And reiterate words forget past is past
Bring smile in face and tends to cater
Good boy doesn't do obstinacy
flourishes habit to new for last

I remember entering in school
Examples were laid always of past
They used to cuddle me to divert 
Keep away from habits of large

Reading stories and science of growth
I knew all were dues of past efforts
While I view running road through glass
A commence of brain's effort of past

Difficult to harvest culture of human beings
They turn tongues to allot trues
Forget to past is hardest task
All the time prevails in old glass

Believe these words and muse at learning
To imbibe beautiful build of world
Enter into the rooms of library 
And keep searching eyes about past

A refine involvement of human being like us 
Always were creative based on history 
Invented and developed new new from past
To enrich us not to forget last.

Mother and sister were clever enough
To bring up me as the society required
So they told me to follow as such
Like they learnt from forget past.


4/8/2016
Deepak Chalise.

Premium Member Oh My God

Please hire my Hubby! I’m begging you! PLEASE!!!!
He’s now obsessing over his resume’… I’m down on my knees!
Each minute he has… it gets longer! Surely! You DO SEE!
A thousand pages is a bit too much into the details for me…
When HR sees it they’ll be leading the lemmings down the trail!
He calls it detail orientated… In a STRAIGHT face prevailed…
Poor Hubby! My Hubby! What will be his FATE?
Wondrous! AMAZING! He thinks its sooo Great!
But it’s way to long… to seriously contemplate!
Once when handed to HR… It slipped thru their hands… too late!
Didn’t finish the interview… With HR’s broken foot to mend!
When HR hear he’s applying again they close their Doors! Amen!
The newbie is always the one… left to tackle him… in the end!
They once threw his resume’ into the trash, after he walked out the door…
The can fell into pieces… clear across the blooming floor!
To stave off more resumes’ they are now readily equipped!
They ask for an email update… Then hit Delete!
They’ve learned to leave his BOOK on the front desk… for him to see!
Saying they are interested, no less! But… it’s stamped in red ink “OMG”!
As he returns every day, they tell him OMG is for Obviously Mightily Great!
Now! Now! Do you really believe that? Quick HIRE him! I reiterate!
OMG stands for nothing less than… OH! My! God! To you and to me…
Helping with My Son’s School Science Project is WAY too much, to see!
He’s asking how to get technology to rhyme with Lollypop. Over the bend, some?
A newbie asked what he does for fun! DUH! Surely, he can’t be THAT DUMB!
The wife of a genius must never despair, as his ideas expand everywhere… 
He’s funny!… Gee!… I need some more ink! Honestly! I’m running out of ink!
When he heard me say this… All he could do was blink!
COME ON, FOLKS! Give him a job! My laughter is getting EXTREME!
LOL… It won’t be long before I’m popping my clothes at their seams!

Ronald Rump

repugnant racist republican reviled - rickettsia re:itch ruler. 
rapaciously ravaged revered reverential rubric. 
radical ruthless renegade rapidly riotously rips rigged ramparts. 
refrains retaining remnant redolent regal, resplendent rafters.
riches rudely rupture rooted rectified rights.
ruckus ricochets revenant reign. 
ratified rattlebrained rules roil reductionism.
rumbustious rapscallions rollick; render ruinous ramifications.
rusty razor razing revenge rents reprisal.
rabid rectal rictus rotten rebrands re-calibrate.
rambunctious revolutionaries rejoice.
ruffians ride roughshod routing reigning royalty.
reiterate revetting robust recidivist rationality.
ride Rolls Royce relentlessly rendering rock ribbing. 
riffraff raconteur raise reactionary response.
revisit rancorous restrictive redlined realigned rightward rivets. 
robocop ridiculously rubber-stamped reorganization.
recalcitrant reactors release rapture.
rash Russian roulette reconnaissance raconteurs rack rubles.
red room reflects republican RNA.
rap risible rheumy ratiocinated rug-rats revoke righteous refulgent repertory.
rapier robed robbers ransack reliquary resounding retaliation. 
retaliatory redcoat regnum reformation remembered.
Rudy robotically recoiling rapprochement 
raison d'être rosily revered rifled relics raffled.
rookie raves ripe rackful rubenesque reliably ranked.
refulgent rotundity requisite requirement re: reappointment.
road-tested, roadworthy redeem reapportion routed role.
reprehensible reassignment rapidly recognizes response. 
rife rampage removes respectability - respect.
responsible roused restitution refuted. 
risky resultant reconnoitering runaway railroad reverberates rivalry.
reflexive ramrod reaction reconfirms redoubling ridding revitalization. 
reconfiguration realpolitik reinstates repudiation 
rebooting Roosevelt regime reconsidered.
requisition requires resilient reseeding republic.
regrettable riley roars remorseless ribbing. 
rare recount restoring recondite renown reprobate Rapunzel. 
Republican representatives rejoice reclaiming reins 
registering retarded romantic remains
re: Rastafarian revered reliquary rests!

Two Hearts Intertwined

Two hearts intertwined, yet divided by time. 
If I could, I would take both our hearts hold them together as they beat forever.... 
watch as they mate, watch as they inflate, pulsate... 
one word could never reiterate the state of what I would love to create
© Shane Howe  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member It's Never All Good Or All Bad

Life is never 100% good, or 100% bad

The ups and downs are as normal as breathing

Going with the flow is pretty sound advice

It's how I've been able to stay relatively sane all these years

Each tragedy through life makes us stronger

And makes us able to laugh at all the trials and tribulations

If we could change things, most would opt for better control

But the diversity is what makes us strong

Sounds like a kind of “catch 22” situation doesn't it

We must endure hardships to help us feel better by comparison

It tells us that life is not always a bed of roses

Which is evident by all the nasty stuff 

That continues to happen around the world

But if we remain strong, the result is a better understanding

Of what it takes to make it through this crazy old world

I don't profess to have all the answers

This is just my take on living a happy care free life

I reiterate, life is never all good or all bad



© Jack Ellison 2014

Chronophobia

Dust
Grey sprinklings
On those rusted golden gears

*Clink*
*Clink clank*
Symphony of the ageless cogs

Cold
Remorseless
Rise and revolve

Resonating
It resounds
The unrelenting *Tick*

Repeat
Over again
Replay, reiterate

Falling
Unable to escape
Indefinitely down

Imminent
Ever-forward
Some day I'll hit the ground

Onward
It will turn
And I can't keep up

Sprinting
And pursuing
But I can't keep going

RESIST
YOU CANNOT
RELINQUISH CONTROL

All-mighty
All-consuming
Mediator of being

Drowning
Encircled and engulfed
Enfolded by, the obsidian void

SUBDUE
SUCCUMB TO
SURRENDER AND ACCEPT

*Tick*
The oldest you've ever been
*Tick*
The youngest you'll ever be
*Tick*
Do not squander opportunity
*Tick*
Your alarm is set for...

People and Gemstones

People are like gemstones...
Some more valuable than the next
Some more tranparent so you can see through them
Some are dark some are light 
People are like gemstones...

All it takes is some bad situation for us to fall out of the ring or necklace we were in place in the thing we call home
And all it takes is someone tougher than us to scratch our skin and leave us flawed even more than we already were
We can be shattered by the pressure put on us whether we go to school or people around us expect too much

We are both judged on how beautiful we look and our value is set by the beauty of the inside and the out....

So i reiterate people...are like...gemstones
And some people see me as a beautiful emerald 
Yet i, the emerald so to speak, was cast aside for what seemed like a pebble 
And now whats left is green shattered fragments of what the emerald used to be that he fell out of what he thought was his secure place in the world and someone tried to fit a rock in its absent space...

Little did they know people like gemstones can't seemlessly replace one another we can be polished off when dirty but never will we be repaired when we shatter on the floor

People are like gems and i just want to shine brightly off of the woman who chooses me to have with her at all times.

Premium Member Mama Say Papa Say

PLEASE ALLOW ME TO REITERATE
THE THINGS WE DO TO MAKE LIFE GREAT 

WE WALK THIS EARTH WITH FIVE GREAT SENSES 
DON'T ABUSE THEM BY BUILDING FENCES 

GO FORTH INTO YOUR FUTURE, LIVE YOUR LIFE ALIVE 
OPEN UP YOUR VISION, TAKE IT ALL IN STRIDE 

YOU DON'T HAVE TO LISTEN TO EVERYTHING YOU HEAR 
THERE ARE THOSE AMONG US WHO INSIST WE LIVE IN FEAR 

TAKE A LOOK AROUND YOU, SEE ALL THERE IS TO SEE 
YOU DON'T HAVE TO ACT LIKE ALL THE WANNABEES 

GO TO SCHOOL STUDY, YOU WILL TASTE SUCSESS 
YOU WILL ACHIEVE A VICTORY, IF YOU APPLY YOUR BEST 

SELECT YOUR BUDDIES WISELY, GO AHEAD STAY IN TOUCH 
BEWARE OF THOSE AROUND YOU WHO DON'T CARE ABOUT YOU MUCH 

YOU CAN SMELL THE ROSES, WATCH OUT FOR THE THORNES 
LIFE IS TRULEY WONDERFUL IT'S THE REASON WE WERE BORN

Premium Member Memo From Cupid

Please clearly print your name
on the front of your mask. Cupid.


(Cupid is having a heck of a time this year. Not to forget all the other mishaps masks are causing. As a public service, I will just reiterate a few -- and please add some to my list as you become aware: CDC has just determined that Masks cause life threatening flatulence; per Fauci's recommendation, Pfizer is developing a new Posterior-mask – asking for volunteers with IBS to participate – Biden promises 100 billion masks by next Thanksgiving – he has issued an Executive Order banning all Chili-fests (Hear that Texas!) – Also, dental colleges in New York and Los Angeles are running dangerous low on masks with automatic floss attachments, Biden promising to order several Billion from reputable Chinese manufacturer in Wuhan. So, we really need to Brain-storm, here at Soup – it is our Civic Duty! Joe.)

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