Best Repetitiveness Poems
I wonder how to understand
The journey finding the meaning
Of every day mundane living
Perpetual repetitiveness of cycles
That we are stuck in from the
Moment of our birth
All the way to the death
I wonder what keeps people
Going when there is no destination
Other than certain death
And there is no way to find
Anything that would serve
As a point of reference
Even if everyday reality feels
Totally solid and real
Behind the illusion of veil
There is nothing we can
Recognize or even fathom
How is it living in the world
That is inexplicable mystery
Locked away from our senses
People manage to embark
On a journey and sustain
Everyday living stream
Even when there is nothing
To hold on and keep living
We keep dreaming
And keep trying
And keep dying
Without knowing
Why we are doing this
Categories:
repetitiveness, meaningful, nostalgia, philosophy, sad,
Form:
Free verse
METRO BOULOT DODO - GOING HOME AFTER WORK
Bobo going home to a clown
Cocoa going home for a drink
espresso going home for coffee
Fallow going to a field of grass
Gogo going to a dance club
Hoho santa going home
Idaho going for some potatoes
Jeronimo going to his tepee
Kyoto going home to Japan
Llandudno going back to Wales
Mow mow going to cut down a meadow
Nono going home without sex
Ohio going to Cleveland
Popo going to the Vatican
Quito going to Ecuador
Rolo going to eat chocolate
So so going to feel better soon
Tokyo going to the capital
Umberto going to meet an Italian
Volvo going to drive a great car
Wallow going to soak in the mud
Xoxo going to play tictacdoe
Yoyo going to play with spinning toys
Zozo going to to sleep a little
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Note……...the title is a common French saying which suggests the repetitive nature of life. I have done an extra ( witty?) item for each letter of the alphabet to suggest different forms of “repetitiveness”. Each line is intended to be said aloud, thus for example “Metro boulot Quito” or “Metro Boulot Volvo”. My kids, when young, enjoyed this kind of word-play based on wit and humor. I still enjoy it.
Categories:
repetitiveness, humor,
Form:
ABC
I am pondering the necessity of speech,
the redundancy of spoken words, each by each,
the answers given as so many times before,
the repetitiveness becomes hard to endure.
"I'm fine, how're you?" Robotic, knee-jerk answers,
meaningless words that eat our language like cancer,
"Of course I love you" and "No you don't look fat,"
whispered workplace gossip and loud women's chitchat.
Misunderstood, convoluted sentences hurt,
best to keep quiet and a civil war avert,
hidden meanings spoken and often overheard,
silence, indeed, is louder than the spoken word.
©Danielle White
Categories:
repetitiveness, angst, depression, on writing
Form:
Rhyme
I Have a Serious Case Of... (how the title SUPPOSED to look!!!)
Boredom.
Ennui.
Tedium.
Apathy.
Disinterest.
Indifference.
Lethargy.
Monotony.
Dullness.
Lassitude.
Listlessness.
Repetitiveness (repetitiveness).
Incuriosity.
Jadedness.
Disregard.
Immobility.
Unfocussed.
Distraction.
Disinclination.
Aversion.
Avoidance.
Discontentment…
… or just plain “cannot be arsed”!
Categories:
repetitiveness, feelings,
Form:
Free verse
When yesterday came around again
I welcomed it as a long lost friend
I knew what to expect
I knew what to plan
I’d done it all before
It wasn’t hard to understand
I like things in rhythm
Towing the line
No room for adventure
It takes too much time
All my hopes
Had long passed away
I accepted the dreariness
Of the day
Without any anticipation
I gladly gave up exhilaration
Routine, mundane
Robotic repetitiveness insane
No original thought
Really no need to think
Give up all imaginations
And let your brain shrink
As the world marches onward
At a backwards pace
Get that pacified look
Off of your face
Find something to do
That will cause you to think
Something to think that will
Cause you to question
Find answers to questions
That will ignite a fervor
Let the fervor burn within your heart
Dream big, think big, care about something
and make it matter
Categories:
repetitiveness, introspection
Form:
Rhyme
Come out of your ivory tower o maiden
And take a firm step on the ground
Feel the earth beneath your feet
Find strength in your steps
A newness of life can be found
Sheltered and cocooned for too many years
Have left your senses dulled
The mind-numbing repetitiveness of your days
Have long since stolen your smile
Where dear lady does your heart lie
Have your passions eroded away
Have you forgotten that inner child
That knew the importance of play
Your intellect is alive and well
Your emotions steady and strong
But the seasons you’ve spent in sleeping
Has made you deduce you are wrong
Make good decisions, make bad decisions
But make decisions
Love the right person love the wrong person
But love
Sing loud and annoyingly, sing softly and sweet
But sing
Laugh until you can laugh no more
But laugh
Speak truth even when it’s difficult
But speak truth
The part of you that needed rescued
Can only be rescued by you
So be the champion you’ve dreamed of
And may most of your wishes come true
February 2009
Categories:
repetitiveness, inspirational
Form:
Free verse
Where do I draw the line when mindless doodles make up the pages of my empty book?
I seem to sketch the same things, but still I can’t carefully capture the images that hastily rush to leave my fingertips.
Shapes not straight, circles to oblong, proportions way off and have never bothered with guidelines.
The repetitiveness is revealing, yet there is no connection to dots or dashes.
I am told I must know this stuff so
I’m ok to pretend I do.
Categories:
repetitiveness, confusion, culture,
Form:
Stranger come closer
And take my heart
Alive and beating
Hold it in your hands
The moment is fleeting
I am afraid it might
Not be alive by the end
Of the day of tomorrow
Overwhelmed by sorrow
For the world sinking
Into meaningless hollow
Repetitiveness of empty
Lonesome existence
Step by step slowly
Like darkness follows
The light of the day
In to the pitch of the night
Save my heart for the time
When it starts beating
Alive in unison again
With awakening world
After hibernating in cold
Outskirts of cosmos
Let then my heart be free
And fly into the future
Described by poets beauty
Locked in the prisons
By the rulers of the world
Who did not believe
There is eternal goodness
Hidden in the heart of a human
Which will be awakened
When the wind of change
Comes from the North
Blowing away the chaos
From the surface of the earth
And destroy the thrones
Of evil that has been ruling
This world for too long
Then the heart will awaken
And will sing a song
In the breaking of dawn
Of a new life coming
Stranger be my hearts keeper
So, it will sleep safely
In your hands till morning
That is inevitably coming
Categories:
repetitiveness, heart, hope, wisdom,
Form:
Ballad
A slight change in repetitiveness
An enormous force in a tiny difference
That can give you great comfort and hope.
It can be found in the sound of waves
Loving expressions in daily life
And Gymnopédies by Erik Satie
Sometimes it disappears in the air
Sometimes it penetrates the surroundings
Categories:
repetitiveness, love, music,
Form:
Free verse
She sits,
sighs,
cries,
then wipes her eyes.
Content at first then a sudden disturbance,
an unnecessary emotion driven by haunted remembrance,
a brost to the past seemingly mandatory.
History can never be altered,
but exist instead to be learned from and noted.
A tid here a bit there, carefully constructed,
the repetitiveness found oh so amusing.
I laugh at myself and my inspirational lessons,
for the power of knowledge has left me to wonder,
If I myself have such wonderful knowledge,
then why do my thoughts insist so intently on dwelling.
It’s history,
it’s done,
it’s over with,
let’s move on,
keep the important pieces and remember you’re strong!
Categories:
repetitiveness, inspirational, lifeinspirational,
Form:
apart from today
i parted from the day too
while thinking of you
if i were to repeat
the repetitiveness that was
it would be dead because of just because
readying myself's state of mind
for the Coming of The True Unwind,
steadying myself so i will not be blind
when i come in contact with the iron unkind
importance used to be like a putrid paintbrush
painting a cobwebbed crevice for i, one of the artless dodgers
then apart of a later day became a masterpiece Constantly Evolving
thanks in more that a part to this Gentle Figure named Mr. Rogers
Categories:
repetitiveness, dedication, memory, remember, thanks,
Form:
Free verse
This sip tastes so familiar
like sweet canteloupes
mixed with
red dye No. 4.
My body's filter rejects it
at first,
but as with anything
repitition wears it down.
My problem is not with him though
It is me
My unquenchable thirst
for disastrous repetitiveness.
The tremors, the cold appendages
the numb taste buds
the hard to swallow fruit
that has been rotting in the
window sill
of my own tragedy
and i think to myself,
"If i close my eyes and envision ripened fruit it will taste better"
Half-Truths hurt the confused and i swallow Bitter Sweet Symphonies.
Categories:
repetitiveness, depressionsweet, sweet,
Form:
Free verse
Mad as a hatter is a phrase that came naturally about
In the eighteen hundreds hatmakers were going insane
Using mercuric nitrate, which removed skin from pelts
A poison that had them acting funny, going postal
Another phrase that came along much later
In deference to postal workers who went insane
From the mundane repetitiveness of their jobs.
Categories:
repetitiveness, life,
Form:
Free verse
Do you ever feel like
There is an emptiness inside you
An emptiness
That drains the light out of everything?
A black hole
Life in grayscale
Colors faded
Flavors muted
Voices distant
except
One voice as clear as day
The one voice I don't want to hear
It tells me all about:
-The pain
-The melancholy
-The meaninglessness
-The never ending repetitiveness
of it all
It asks me-
How will we get through:
-This day?
-This hour?
-This minute?
-This life?
I have no answers
Just tears
******
And yet
I always know
This is a transient and temporary state
I always recognize
This somber and dejected voice
It is not evil, It's not a liar
It's hurt.
In pain, and seeking solace
Maybe
It is a gift and its a curse
Its the connection to the Earth
Her winter sorrow
And her hibernation
Perhaps
It's this connection
Which also brings
the Joy, the Giddiness
and Brightness
Of spring and summer
******
You can move through this pain
I know
You always do
You keep the hope
warm
In the hearth of your soul
The hope that
Tomorrow
Will be a better day
With
a little more color
a little more music
a little more lightness
******
And so it was
Categories:
repetitiveness, depression, emotions, hope, mental
Form:
Free verse
So used to action
Everything fast paced
Instant gratification
Worlds away from reality
First job, too boring
Find out they have to take orders?
No way!
Lots of cleaning. What is the point?
Annoyed at the slow pace, the tedious repetitiveness.
Become irritated, quit.
Thinking someone else will pay your way
For the rest of your life?
Sadly, it happens for some
Parents enabling these grown up babies
Until they are crippled
Playing video games all night
Sleeping during the day
Living in their parents’ home well into their 50’s,
Never being accountable, never paying a bill.
They are in for a big shock when something happens to their parents.
Categories:
repetitiveness, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Narrative