Best Repetitively Poems
A poem unlived
is a poem merely written --
sustenance our words
let the body digest with heartfelt
regurgitation – a poem unlived
is a poem merely written
as well as tasty center, a healthy chew
needs skin-like peachy, tickly sensation,
emotive mastication – best often
lost when discarding fussy peelings
also feelings
a poem unlived is a poem merely written
endless editing...crumblings tossed
our salads before the main course
heavily garnished
each poem with a dipping
thread link – we warm at
the lava lip...deep, glowing
convulsing start, long before the page is stirred,
shaken – ready for bubbly tip
a poem unlived is a poem merely written
the sea we sail both tranquil and rage
creation an unkempt voyage of possibilities,
a nameless work rocks back and forth
cradled it longs to escape wild fluctuation
and transverse,
seeking theme and form – sanguine
transfusion, repetitively jabbing for fluid release
we call upon the mariner, captain, surgeon of
ancient crafts -- muse of many incarnations,
sage, fool of countless courts – both wallflower
and dancer – homebody and restless prancer, where
we have been and yet beam
to go – uniquely fermented we uncork
for a spotlight blow, for grand revelation
introduced with a toast, a click, a sparkly
crystal glow
staging both our fond darkness and
light – an author preparing to take
literary flight
a poem unlived
is a poem merely written --
like stopped midstream
without a river flow, banks
turned away
tepidly applauding….
A stagnant sip before the
moved-by lauding….
Though poetically smitten
dearly kittened
a poem unlived
is a poem merely written...
Categories:
repetitively, introspection, passion, poems, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
Oh what fun it is to watch the surreptitious actions
of the globalist elite,
And the open mouthed innocent ignorance of
their following sheep.
Feeding the pseudo enlightened masses
An Epulaeryu of lies,
on their table labeled “comfort zone”,
readily digested as alibis,
courses as to why the unethical repetitively
Nation crashing status quo is eeriely historical,
and now the state of current events is indeed
historically, an ominous, telling.. Future Oracle.
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Categories:
repetitively, history
Form:
Rhyme
Run run run rapidly readily rigorously
Reaching roads rivers railways
Run run run rough remote rambling routes
Realizing regret remorse remain redundant
Run run run re-evaluating racing rituals
Remaining respectful responsible relaxed
Run run run repetitively run run run repeatedly
Categories:
repetitively, poems, poetry, race, sports,
Form:
Alliteration
Who told you to love me
and all my flaws?
Who asked you to
penetrate the thick skin
that confined my cries and
who informed you to
let me know it was okay to breathe?
I’ve been scuff-marked
and drenched in a
dystopia of pain
baptized in the burning hell
of mistreatment
then left to crawl and claw
my way out of a bucket
full of crabs that kept
pulling me back to where
I used to be and
back to the wounded bird
I once was
My ragged flesh was
full of prickly thorns
I bled profusely over
everything around me
but then you found me
wrapped your arms around me
and gave me one of the
greatest things next to life itself
You gave me a reason
An unconditional reason
to just be
Be beautiful
Be fabulous
Be phenomenal
hell, be bold, courageous
and unapologetic
You gave me a reason
to smile at the reflection
of myself that I was
once afraid to lay my eyes upon
Gave me a reason
to feel no guilt
anytime I began to
believe in myself
You gave me a reason
not permission
to be the best woman
best poet and
best lover I could be
Reason came accompanied
with hope, joy, and smiles
More laughter than
one soul could contain
and more love than
one heart could hold
That’s why I chose to
share it with you
So you can experience
what your reasons
have done for me
Your reasons gave me
motivation to do all the things
others told me I could not do
It was your reasons
that kept me from
convincing myself
someone else out there
is much better than me
With every reason you provided
I repetitively saw your smile
because your happiness
is also a reflection
of my happiness and
that is the most remarkable thing
anyone could ever witness
I don’t know who it was
who told you to love me
and all my flaws
I don’t know who asked you
to penetrate the thick skin
that confined my cries
or informed you to
let me know it was okay to breathe
but whomever it was
I’m glad they gave you a reason
to do that for me
Categories:
repetitively, appreciation, black african american,
Form:
Free verse
Waiting. The minutes groan arduously.
Somehow, perhaps – my heart fails to beat
with the rush of your momentary attention.
Perched precariously on spikes
Flesh colored, yet artificial –
Manikin fingers, fidgeting.
Mournfully drenched in factious apology.
Our eyes meet briefly, then dart with bashfulness,
Choreographed precisely.
Words uttered repetitively from wine stained lips
Fill the tortuous silence – hesitantly.
Your hollow ghost memory, porous and unsubstantial.
'We can work at this, ' you finally choke
An unfamiliar innocence, grasping -
Your voice childlike in its simplicity.
And for a second, I recognized that old stranger.
I muster a skeptical nod – and smile limply, dismissively
Fingering the rim of my glass.
'And deceive ourselves with promises made before?'
I winced with audacity – impatient of your feeling,
As the words ripped your heart out clean.
You clear your throat in an effort to speak -
Those words never did surface...
My acid tongue, an all too familiar indulgence.
I raise hesitantly, your gaze fixated as I shrink.
A tormenting embrace, clothing saturated in your scent
Sodden with tears unshed.
Humoring your touch with finality –
An unspoken understanding sneered behind the mask.
Face taunt with incomprehension, as sorrow squeezed out the substance.
I avoid the depths of my black dying heart, defiantly.
Anemic with reluctance – I usher the door
A smiling parody of phantom reminisce -
Poisonous and seductive.
An enormous tear got away,
As you lay fragile and broken – bereft.
I’m sorry.
Categories:
repetitively, girlfriend-boyfriend, life, loss, lost
Form:
Free verse
Holiday’s Roadside Wreckage
by Odin Roark
To live as you’re not
To be who society massages you into being
To succumb to counterfeit identity
Is to skid into mere roadside wreckage.
We pass such rubble all the time
The defective and or mismatched parts of authenticity
Merging with Nature’s roadkill
Decorated by gum wrappers
Festooned by beer cans.
Sadly…
Few anticipate the accident,
The head-on collision with reality,
Where darkness and tears
Become the black ice of misfortune.
Still…
Some will slow down enough to see when they look,
Realize that reason and logic’s purpose
Is to reveal the highway shoulders and ditches’ necessity,
Irony’s off-road demise for make-believers
Careening unconscious down life’s highway.
Roadside wreckage…
Unrewarding scenery made repetitively prophetic
Until we take the time to recognize and live compatibly
With who we really are.
Categories:
repetitively, introspection,
Form:
Prose Poetry
"Dream Bug"
Hour glass
rainbows sparkling
crystal grainy rapids
sliding intrepidly through life’s fingers
their coloured sands speak in tones
they are obtuse and vapid
like snowflakes they fall
confetti on my hands
Writing you
between there
and here again
a feckless court jester
fearless sometimes
walking handstands
painting portraits
in pedantic rhyme
then a page stained,
you're thumb-licked and turning
metaphors gliding ghosting
a snail trail planchette
words miss spelled
they are moulting
like white feathers from cooing doves
we are back in grades of one
singled out on school parade
while the band plays on
we are all caught
like grounded gefilte fish in class
when the saints
go marching in
we’re stopped
for covert mingling
In the office a Nosferatu principal
ignores the grief
behind his two spectacles
two sets of hands are requested straight
knuckles down and held out
the bamboo cane
coaxed no passing
secrets out,
automata face
scream time put on delay
the clock to midnight
on his crypt's wall, hidden
strikes still a braille mind
doesn't once drop the ball
it smiles ruthfully
dialling up the forbidden
chemistry of tears,
a juxtoposition
from the internal well
My opal sky suspended
heaving dreams falling slow mo
through foggy clouds
are breathed in like lavender rain
antiseptic are all
our polished stories
rehearsed repetitively
then delayed and side courted
tennis left hand
lucid inarticulate
backhanded
Love all
candy hearted
is a fresh game
pulled swiftly
from a side pocket
refuting singing flutes
whistling and caressed
by a tongue flirtatiously wetting lips
a regular, pulsating change of pitch
a romantic vibrato
recalled
he calls me
a witch
Scent of a woman
once je t'adore
now her true essence leaking
their personalities mirror switched
bloodied and cut
pieces of peace
stolen by a foolish matador
she’s holding open the exit door
Dream Bug
walks across a
marked and sullied page
lines bleeding right
Melting
dissolved
to the far corner
lid sealed
in a glass jar
left-brained
Dream Bug
(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)
Categories:
repetitively, dark, psychological, romance,
Form:
Free verse
You are everything I ever wanted
I hear the voice
Within me say
I became everything I ever wanted
That midnight moment I cried out
To confess and pray
You are everything this world needs
I hear the voice
Not my own tell me
Curious as I am
I begin to comprehensively understand
Asking myself
What does the world need?
How can I be anything?
Anyone?
Everything?
I love you Kristina
I hear this repetitively
This I rarely tell myself
But the voice within is adamant to remind me
Carving a path to my heart
Setting a spark to my mind
Instantly everything changed
Everything became directed
Everything revolved around this voice
A voice of greatness as my guide
Everything, everything
Since belief in you entered my life
Categories:
repetitively, angel, devotion, god, life,
Form:
Free verse
It’s a scary place out there
You know that too
With people wearing masks everyday
Living a masquerade ball
Ceaselessly
The colors never fading
The ringing always staying
But I stop in my steps
At this crazy amusement park
Taking in all the glory and the grotesque
The neon lights on the teacups
Going round and round
Keep spinnin
I shout
Spinning around the sun
And the moon
And back
Repetitively
Don’t stop
Let the memories keep runnin on the tape
The year has been long, my friends
How have you been holding up?
Can’t help but looking back to
The was been’s, the had been’s, the happened’s
The particles of sand fell with no delay
Still continues to run its course
Whether one can keep up with it
Or not
I screamed in pain
His hand in mine
Tightly grasped
Never letting go
I am lost
I am free
I am in pain
I am in ecstasy
A glaze of calm
Coats my eyes
The dimming excitement of youth
But nothing can be done
Perhaps I will get my sight back
Hopping in spontaneity
Ever so hopefully
Enjoying every ride on
This so called park of life
Categories:
repetitively, freedom, hope, life, lost,
Form:
Free verse
The last kiss lingered on in my memory
And your presence filled the empty room
The suffocating silence surrounding me saddened my lonely soul.
The smell of your sex, of your body, the smell of you is in the room.
I have washed it several times,
but your smell lingers relentlessly, repetitively, reinforcing the memory.
Categories:
repetitively, angst
Form:
i search for love in all the wrong places not knowing that it would cost me my heart oh how painful it was as i wash my heart being shattered in to million pieces i waited for someone to come to my rescue and help me put the pieces of my heart back together but no-one came my way and i was left in the cold to die alone i sometimes wonder where do i belong whether here or there i am tossed around like a ragdoll waiting to be held but once they have you they use you they hurt you and throw you away like a useless thing that has never existed why then should they constantly repetitively try and cheer me up when the substance of my joy is you they insisted to advise me to erase you of my mind but i tell them how can i when all that's on my mind its you what is to escape what are we escaping from is it not our nightmares is it what we cannot control is it the fear to lose the ones we love the most or the fear to be left alone and have no-one to be there for us
Categories:
repetitively, break up, devotion, emotions,
Form:
Free verse
How exquisite, detailed to perfection
Evolves with Mother Earth’s ascension
Created to create is that of thee
Given the gift of life and to return the favor is God like
Microcosm is what that means, we’re an example of all things He
Descendants of every Cosmo undoubtably linked beings
Various gallant souls sent to the rescue
Arriving from distinct galaxies, on a mission they couldn’t refuse
The holy spirit is activated in the chosen one residing on earth
Times are changing and the gifted are wakened
Those who turned 33, the chance is now so TAKE IT!
Universal laws have been broken
So, plans already laid are set in motion
The essence of it all concludes
That His lineage has been stripped of all essential necessities
And many are left confused
Surviving day to day on a routine, same old same old done repetitively
That eventually takes toll on the sanity
Tampering with His existence shall bring forth consequences
We all can save the world, just ask for forgiveness
Karmic debt is measured on a Libra scale
Simply right the wrongs of those you failed
Bonding and healing within your tribe
This is essential as we have travelled together infinite lifetimes
Earth was our first birthday present, yet we accrue debt to prevail
Theoretically we have been held captive with no ransom
And our home was made our cell
1/11/2023 An Existential Curiosity Edward Ibeh
Categories:
repetitively, appreciation, birth, earth, hope,
Form:
Rhyme
pain
grew
distress
when heartache
weighted with sorrow
lodged scars within his broken heart
as roughly inflicted by her words of rejection
to constantly, repetitively cause turbulent incapacitating despair
no
more
trying
to find love
for it wants him not
or he would have it at thirty
rather than a tossed heart - sorrow-peaked towards downward,
so he develops a solitary lifestyle unaware love does not regard age
... CayCay Jennings
January 11, 2018
Categories:
repetitively, angst, depression, emotions, fear,
Form:
Fibonacci
What do healthy systems,
naturally spirited,
ecologically enlightened
and ego-politically empowered swell
Wellness
anthro-economic networks
wonder,
often wander around
what do wealthy mindbody systems do
when the Body squarely says
"I'm doing all I can comfortably do"
And the unsatisfied Mind asks
"Why is my need for healthy integrity
neglected
deflected
ignored
unrestored?"
at least half
my less than thriving
time
in your embodied space
In musical pace
and game face
and systems empirical place
anticipating lyrical theory embrace,
This BodyMind feels a dissonant gap
between a comfortably expected
repetitively resonant accord
in music narrative compositions
as traditionally played
and replayed pitch perfect
military march uniformity
with RightBody empowered control
Over-riding a deeply serene
enlightened LeftMind unity
preference becoming contenting content
of EarthTribe's sacred stereophonic
love story, life systemic
Waiting curiously,
and thereby less impatiently
win/lose pushing individual performance,
self-prophetically solo lonely
Waiting for our next cooperative
muse amusing immersion
peak climatic experience
designed
orchestrated
choreographed
Win/Win improvisational
in sacred
therapeutic scores
and scales
of resonant empowering harmony
enlightening multi-lateral symphony
in keys of bicameral rhapsody,
health/wealth systemic
ecstasy.
What do healthy systems,
naturally spirited,
ecologically enlightened
and ego-politically empowered smell
retell outside swell
escaping inside
consumer retail hell.
Categories:
repetitively, health, integrity, passion, peace,
Form:
Political Verse
I feel misplaced...
secured inside the gates of the Law.
Trying to justify my faults.
Wishing desperately to be cut from my confine.
Night falls...
"Light's Out"
The ward cozenages the blocks...
Pulling the cells shut...
It slams with my own shame.
Locking each one....
It's the key turning in the jam that scratches at my mind.
Lying on the mattress, I'm inhuman.
It's disconsolate.
With only a diminished reflection of light creeping itself in.
Almost like it sensed my pain...
Offering me that morsel of light, for hope.
After finally drifting off to sleep...
I am awaked by flashlights.
Radiating into the small rectangular shaped glass.
Oh how I wished, I had the strength to punch it out.
I would have cherished that glass.
Thanking it repeatedly for allow me to release my pain through my blood.
I needed a acquaintance...
Praying repetitively to receive one on God's behalf.
My anger was an understatement of rage.
They did not take, they stole, everything from me.
Causing me to feel bare within my own life.
But the one thing that was rightfully mine, they would never have.
My thoughts.
As they tried to pick at my faults through therapy sessions...
I felt overwhelming power.
No matter how much, how often they pried, my thoughts were mine.
All of mine. Only mine.
I hated the schedule.
Hated the structure.
Hated the guards.
Hated my life.
Freedom is not free!
Categories:
repetitively, life, me, me,
Form: