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Repetitious Poems - Poems about Repetitious


Premium Member Thru the Eyes of a Child
Thru the eyes of a child where newness abounds, the magical lure of the merry go round.. It's piped in repetitious sound entices spectators all around.. "Choose your seat" says a ticketer at the gate. Large steel poles anchor in the animals fate. Painted horses methodically go up and down with hoofs that never meet the ground.. Mermaids, tigers, and other beasts, co-exist here,...

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Categories: repetitious, child, fantasy,
Form: Light Verse
Premium Member Sunday Morning Quiet
Sunday Morning Quiet David J Walker It is in the Sunday morning quiet A quiet noted in the whisperings Of a house settled when The sayings will begin Later in the day If at all The sayings will be small If at all Rapacious prays Repetitious fears Religion ignored Lucky them It is a Sunday morning quiet When nothing needed is noted And understood...

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Categories: repetitious, allegory, surreal,
Form: Free verse



Suspicious of Being Repetitious
Suspicious of Being Repetitious Some people started being suspicious, And really had been rather repetitious; We thought; With brought; What did turn out to be their wishes. Jim Horn...

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Categories: repetitious, allegory, analogy,
Form: Limerick
Premium Member Another Repetitious Dream 3 the Outsider Look In From Within Looking At
Another repetitious dream – 3 The outsider look in, from within / looking at Dreams come alive during the morning hours, long after most of the world – on this side of the sun – has risen from the fading light of moons glow and dreams. My dreams ride the steps of escalators from deep down, where – from the darkened...

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Categories: repetitious, dream,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member Repetitious Dream 1 No Controll
Repetitious Dream – 1 No Controll !!! Once upon a time – long ago – an entrepreneur, my forte. Not today !, for that is not – in the heat of the night – what dreams say. They tell me, – in their surreal repetition – I was but a pawn, in games played by landlords, clients, friends – I...

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Categories: repetitious, dream,
Form: Rhyme




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