Short Repetitious Poems

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Premium Member Reveille

Sunday rest before repetitious reveille. Work Perspective Monoku Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Beata Agustin 02/05/2022
Form: Monoku


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
© James Horn  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Limerick

Premium Member Leftovers

“Leftovers” are the name of the game That's sure not a very appealing name They're still delicious No matter repetitious Should go in the Cooking Hall of Fame © Jack Ellison 2016
Form: Limerick

A Cancer Quietus - Contest

I lie here still and cold.
My eyes grey and fathomless,
My cancer- stricken body.
Awaiting the quietus of my final nap.

A sleep that will last an eternity,
Filled with a tiresome, repetitious rhapsody.
My story forever untold, 
The delinquency of my fable

Written 21-03-2018
Form: Prose

Premium Member Wanted

Wanted Zero Repetitious Unsure Imitating Boring Uninspiring Turn Opportunist Empathy Proficient Surprising Reserving Enabling Consolidated Able-bodied Hero 2019 June 08 *3rd Place* Sparkling Diamonds ~~Joseph May
Form: Diamante


Premium Member Stick People Dancing In the Rain

If I close my eyes I can see them quite plain,
those stick people dancing in the rain..
They twirl and they lift with movements so stiff,
never seeming to bend.
There's others around but their deaf to the sound,
captivated by the heat of their feet.
Just like puppet pundits, repetitious, redundant,
they dance on to their own silent beat..

Listen

So as deaf to spacious loitering's retried,
that circulations needling, so bona fide
does penetrate my nerve to cause deride
monopolizing cost and courage stride!

Do listen not, to reach my own confide,
a self, an understanding of my chide.
Yet duldrum's ceaseless wavering
does beg its pride -

In repetitious floundering
destroys times guide!

The Morning's Beauty

The Morning's beauty
embraces my existence
its radiant sunlight so intelligent
dispenses its vividness.
 
Unselfish it caresses the Earth
cleansing itself with sprinkles of dew
exhaling shallow breaths like whispers
of mellow breezes.
 
Enhancing its nakedness with blue
spacious skies,continuing a repetitious
command in obedience to gratifying
all mankind.
Form:

Release

My eyes grow tired
 weary and tearful of this song in life
the same repetitious stories unfold
 of love and hate and threat and war;

it seems that nothing changes
 this warrior people relish in their discord
where pleasure, lust and greed and power reign
 as poverty and hunger children claim;

set me free, give me release
 and set the world to stir for peace.
© DM Babbit  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Quatrain

Premium Member Sunday Morning Quiet

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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

Refrain

The cycle they speak of
simmering regeneration
folded back upon itself
spinning graceful
behaving oddly like
repetitious Nature blindfolded
Yet transported to the present
in the past
treading mercy
Through the wheel like another
carriage return
mindful of Circadian limits
peering in a moment of
extrinsic reclassification
but all the while
sitting on the edge
of Home
© Aron Jacob  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Silly Susies Sweet Songs

Silly Susie sang sweet songs of all seasons, repetitious lyrics redundant, without reason. Lovely luscious harmonies sung so happily, having her one moment of fame, she’d bow affably. Silly Susie truly was the best of all young crooners and she always hit perfect notes without any tuner!
4-13-2020 6 LINES OF CHEERFUL RHYME Poetry Contest Line Gauthier
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Hurt

Being without you is starting to hurt, 
you surround me and linger in the air; 
I taste music and strawberry dessert; 
Everything about you begins to blare, 
my senses overload when you’re not there;
Rosy smoke in my eyes turning them red
your firestorm raged in so unexpected; 
Stupefied my lungs and it’s hard to breathe
a repetitious beat on a drumhead;
Shivering is making me grind my teeth.
Form: Dizain

Declination

Terse inert verse,
unnerving diction
of repetitious diabolic
deeds of man.

Malice borne of 
selfishness, putrid
thoughts take own
center stage.

No revelation can
deviate the heinous
crimes that continue
to reincarnate.

Atrocious taste and
grievous faults shall
continue to multiply
expeditiously.

Declination of society
and man seems to
be inevitable, a 
foregone conclusion.

26th June, 2012 (c)
Form: Verse

Premium Member Robbie the Rhythm Man

Here comes Robbie the Elf with skills of a nitwit. 
All of the rumors says he is resilient, and never will quit. 
We all call him Robbie the Rhythm Man, this is his nickname
He is reliant, resourceful and repetitious in fame.

The reason we all know him, and this is the truth
Is he once out-sang a robin, her name was Sweet Ruth.
The wizards all remember that day, some say overdue.
Sweet Sue got huffy and angry, so this story is true.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member A Challenge

I've never written a triolet before
I thought I'd give it a go.
Some are beautiful, but a bit repetitious 
for my liking, no offense anybody


At last a contest, I could win
This challenge seems quiet causative 
And made me think, while I begin
At last, a contest I could win
And write this Opus, with a grin
Because I'm feeling positive
At last a contest I could win
This challenge seems quiet causative 

                              JTCurtis June 2014
Form: Triolet

Empty But Full

Feel so full

Ever feel full but empty too?
Just a number at work but what you gna do?
Father at home, the bees knees, their favourite guy?
Try your best, a smile, a joke, don’t ask me why...
Empty, but yet so full.....life? Repetitious but anything but dull. 
Am I ungrateful? Don’t know what I’ve got. 
A trade, a Mrs, 3 kids?
I’ve got a lot..
Changed my mind... it’s not empty at all, 
Take a step back, see the bigger picture. 

Stand proud and tall.
© David Leak  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Give

As repetitious boundaries' maul
to newer interests adds recall.
Affords thee not, while phantom's call
brings hovering, losings appall
that wastes my time, some sensor small
~ indictment at its worst, in all.

Do bridge my deity with tall
consenting, as with bravery's pull
some action leads to bright excel,
God's willing servant, not enthrall
of self-love, hindering with its spell
and then to you, some hope install ~

As grace gives bearing ~ give console!
Form: Rhyme

Give

As repetitious boundaries' maul
to newer interests, adds recall.
Affords thee not, while phantom's call
brings hovering, losing's appall
that wastes my time, some sensor small,
-indictment at its worst, in all.

Do bridge my deity with tall
consenting, as with bravery's pull
some action leads to bright excel.
God's willing servant, not enthrall,
of self-love, hindering with its spell,
and then to you, some hope install -

As grace gives bearing - give console!
Form: Rhyme

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, all in peace..
Thru the eyes of a child what a fantasy feast.
"Let's go one more time at least?"

How Does the Soul Enter Heaven

How does the soul enter Heaven?
Through ways, I believe, that are dark and effervescent,

For the soul, a thing of light and solemnity, 
must cross through its opposites in anonymity 

Controversial though my ideas are, according to the apocryphal biblical texts which some take too far, I believe this must be true

Life is a sojourn of symmetry,
A cyclical process of repetitious histories

We rise and begin as do we fall and end.
These are my beliefs on how the soul enters heaven.

Premium Member The Splendor of Fall

Bright lithe and lively fall morning aroma waft out, Courtly swish through a deft pirouette turnabout. Trees hears psithurism leaves sigh to get a glance. Rain's philter makes the earth surface move and dance. Near the river's edge, ducklings splash in boisterous mirth; Ripples break the repetitious echo of the habitable earth. The day rolls up spent, nightfall slowly creeps and does gain; Gentle nuzzling into the boundless horizon once again. 9/15/2023
© Eve Roper  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

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