Repetition Poems | Examples of Repetition Poetry

Once is never quite enough, Once again feels more like trust. Once more, close to sure— Eat, has eaten, ate, will eat— Breath itself repeats, A ritual done compulsively, Yet never fully satisfied. Like tasting twice, the second time charms, Knowledge grows through shifting views, Education’s...

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Somewhere, a poem exists in our minds about love, life, politics, natural disasters, religion, and contentious issues. Suddenly, political uprisings and wars emerge, with ISIS and figures like Donald Trump acting as modern crusaders. Here we are, as citizens, once more feeling disheartened, striving to discover beauty in life amidst chaos, seeking a...

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AN UNMOCKED ALLEGORICAL FLASHBACK When we were young and growing up, Granny said that all things have a seed, And that every seed produces its own Things to be reaped: good or bad:- At the time, it was hers and the bible study Lesson to be taught and remembered; however, At that time, I didn’t get the full allegorical meaning Of what she...

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It can be coily it can be straight It can be parted many ways It can be texturized or revitalized Our hair is reversible Cultural, unique, a symbol of power You can braid it up, twist it up, loc it up But you cant mess it up! ...

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Cycles and routines create a loop it can be positive or negative the loop that is never ending You can be stuck in a cycle of progression or degression seasons they never end thats just how the loop Begins....

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enslaved to the cyclical void, abused, confused, and paranoid of that endless—(somber schema)— cyclical void, enslaved to the? sheer gravity and that friendless somber schema.—Of that endless wicked, whirling, said wanton wheel and that friendless, sheer gravity of motion which sent atwirling said wanton wheel, wicked, whirling, hurtling through hell? a meager twitch sent atwirling of motion which shook all things fused.—And all this spell: a meager twitch,...

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In the rush to satisfy one must think of himself ...

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Nine months after October 6, 1973 PM Golda Meir of Israel was history For an intelligence failure colossal She became a political fossil… Fast forward to October 7, 2023 ...

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I was saved by quiet things— The rustle of the morning breeze, The way the robin spreads its wings, The golden drift of autumn leaves. I was saved by threads of light That touched my skin through broken blinds, By distant stars that pierced the night, By echoes I had left behind. I was saved by falling rain— The softest tears the sky could...

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in the mouth of desire, inverted spires lean toward the grots of Hell. tongues forked, skewered with sapphires in the mouth of desire, inverted spires. Adam's apple burning cores, as moths for martyrdom's fires. on the path to perdition: many had attended well. in the mouth of desire, manipulation stirs. the crone fanning her cauldron a hot vat of ruin, Wiccan...

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Outside the trees are called by the Autumn’s breeze. The door isn’t perfectly shut as the leaves seep through the uneven cracks. The whistling tune from Nature’s broken karaoke machine finds its way under the door. Slowly the shadows become dimmer as the morning sun sets in and the birds begin to chirp as the crickets causes a ruckus enough to wake the subconscious mind from sleeping internally. The...

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Beat the heat, beat the heat You’re on the hotseat Beat the heat, you’re on the hotseat Drink lots of water, drink lots of water You really had...

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Don’t clip my wings  My paintbrush has traced many lines My feathers have flown in many formations A commander of confidence  I am flying  My heart is racing  I know I am alive  Am I living?  These talons need to be removed.  Where are my wings?  What happened to my art? I remember a paintbrush. Why am I naked? Did I doubt it?  Did I clip my wings?  ~Reborn ...

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The digits of pi are a squiggle That never will cease but to wiggle. It won't stay in place, No pattern will trace, It has a continuous giggle....

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Life moves ever forward Every minute that passes It changes ever so slightly Stepping closer Step by step Til the steps fade out into the night Millions of them start and end Like droplets of rain Eventually they evaporate Into clouds they form And soon they'll fall, again and again...

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