Repetitiveness Poems | Examples

mad as a hatter

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.

Rumination

Repetitive thoughts drive
Ratifies depression
Rationalism leaves
Randomly they pop up
Return constantly~haunt
Rented a room in brain  
Rage incessantly-trapped   


A person who is depressed can't help this something hijacks part of the brain and makes it hang up in this negative state. Something is needed to throw a wedge in there to stop the constant repetitiveness. Meds can help, counseling, change of habits, good nutrition, etc.

Grown Up Babies Playing Video Games

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.

Hope

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

Gymnopedies

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

Who Am I Really

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.

I Have a Serious Case Of

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”!

Nostalgia For Meaning

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

Can'T Forget Mr Rogers

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

Coming To Strength

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!

Music Shrouding Misery

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.

Knee-Jerk

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

When Yesterday Came Around Again

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

Ivory Towers and Champions

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

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