#repeat poems on Hello Poetry

دema flutter Apr 2020

you

you disappoint me
even when I had
expected you would,

you make me learn
my lessons once,
twice
and three times,

you are the morale
of my story
that leaves
me
before I even get to
fold page 1.

#morale #story #lesson #life #repeat #mistakes #leaveme #broken #book

Melissa Mar 2020

Repeat

How do you heal something that doesn't want to heal?
How do you fix someone who doesn't want to be fixed?
How do you help someone that doesn't want to be helped?
How do you stop someone that doesn't want to be stopped?
How do you cry & beg & scream for it to end when you wake up in the morning & it happens all over again?

#repeat #brokenheart #sad #depressed #life #addict

Isabella Mar 2020

Routine

Same wretched thing,
Why try to fight it.
Numb and routine,
Just the way I like it.
A repeat it seems.
Get tedious; might it?
Numb and routine,
Just the way I like it.

#routine #numb #repeat #tedious #same #again

SoVi Mar 2020

Nylon - Reprise

Faded like a photograph
Don't want you looking at me.

I don't want to die young
Ignore my pleading
Repeat it enough times
Maybe death will pass me.

Stretched thin like nylon
Something that you see as pretty.

No blanket of security
A fog that fills my vision.
Disappear into obscurity
Waiting for recognition.

Rubbed raw by a cat's claw
Watch me as I keep bleeding.

Want someone to rely on
But you keep on evading.
Stare at me, but looked beyond
Feel myself degrading.

Pulled apart like red yarn
Fragments of me missing.

Reached out to caress you
But saw your body was gone,
Tired of this pursuit
Decided to withdraw.

Feelings like a jigsaw
Don't know if I can keep going.

© Sofia Villagrana 2020

Since a lot of you liked 'Nylon' enjoy this Reprise!

#nylon #repeat #relationship #breakup #abuse #feelings #realization #hurt #anguish

Riz Mack Feb 2020

Cryzstal Clr

Look at the way she moves
I see her in my dreams
dancing with colours
painting shades of serene

The canvas she adorns
is layered with her screams
her name is dark here
but I see what it means

Her eyes have been tempered
through fire and deceit
to burn is the cost
of a lovers heartbeat

Her voice is a story
of violence unleashed
her words, allegory
cascade through me

When angels are fallen
only they grieve
baring their souls
they forfeit reprieve

Her blood is the reason
my veins are replete
she drowns in the flood
so I can still breathe

Clear as it seems

#grimes #on #repeat

monique ezeh Feb 2020

the monster

I was always so afraid that the monster would get me.

I’d hide under the bed, breath held silent while my heart thumped in my throat, and

Wait. And

Wait. And

Wait.

Then I’d hear it: the soft
pat pat pat
Of feet nearing me.
Tears blurring my eyes, fighting to keep the whimpers down, I’d

Wait.

Then he’d arrive, bearing sharp teeth and pale skin and eyes full of malice.
He never hurt me the way I expected (teeth, blood, the works).
It was always hands on my throat; the air would leave my lungs and I’d feel my trachea collapsing, plum-colored bruises taking shape on my neck as I felt the life leaving my body.
At the last second, I’d feel the air rush back in.
Sit up straight in bed.
Wipe the tears I didn’t feel myself cry.
Stare at the wall. And

Wait.

I could never escape it, not in any real way.
I tried hiding in the bathroom. The closet. Under the covers. Sometimes I’d even try to run—
It always ended the same way.
Until he stopped coming.
(I wonder if he ever really did stop, though.)
Sometimes, I find myself sitting up straight in bed, wiping tear-stained cheeks, gaze locked in The Great Stare. And I

Wait.

In the dreamland between conscious and un-, I wonder what caused me to wake. But then I hear it:

pat pat pat

I used to have a recurring nightmare that a vampire-esque monster would get me. I had the nightmare several times a week for many years (which one can imagine being very troubling for a second-grader). More than the monster itself, the fear was in the waiting and the inevitability of its return. I always wonder how the monster manifests in my life now; I almost miss the comfort of being able to put a face to the danger.

#monster #dream #nightmare #repeating #childhood #fear #death #repeat #wait #waiting

xavier thomas Feb 2020

Recycle ♻️

She approach me with interest
We talk, get to know each other
Go on dates, get comfortable.
Both in our feelings,
now she’s scared & flee....
~Run that ****, run it back

She approach me with interest
We talk, get to know each other
Go on dates, get comfortable.
Both in our feelings,
She made things complicated & forced me to leave...
~Run that ****, run it back

She approach me with interest
We talk, get to know each other
Go on dates, get comfortable.
Both in our feelings,
She has anxiety, overthinking, PTSD, thinks I’m like the other boys, she can’t fully breathe...
~Run that ****, run it back

She approach me with interest
We talk, get to know each other
Go on dates, get comfortable.
Both in our feelings,
I message her good morning daily.
No response for a week....
~Run that ****, run it back

She approach me with interest
We talk, get to know each other
Go on dates, get comfortable.
Both in our feelings,
Found out she’s a manipulator. Control freak. Disrespectful to anyone including her parents. So I leave...
~Run that ****, run it back

She approach me with interest
We talk, get to know each other
Go on dates, get comfortable.
Both in our feelings,
She used me as backup until the person she loved was available again. Funny how I been deceived...

When will this cycle end?....

#recycle #repeat #awake

Sara Feb 2020

Stay busy

Thoughts wash over the mind
like torrential, self-inflicted rain.
But I'm hooked on stormy seas
and allergic to plain sailing,
- drunk on self-stimulated danger.
Like a **** show on the TV
you can turn it off when you please,
but the white noise occupies your mind,
so you turn it up and press repeat.

solving the problem that never was

#repeat #poem #daily #tv #thoughts #new #mind #sea #problem #solving

Fenixx Menefee Feb 2020

Could You Repeat That?

I'd like to ask you to repeat what you just said but I'm afraid to ask.
I've never been able to bring myself to ask anything, in fear of being wrong or sounding dumb.
This is a predicament, without questions I don't know what I'm doing but I cannot force myself to ask you.
I cannot ask you to make an exception for me either, for I don't speak up at all.

How does one just ask a question? I freak out about just speaking.
I can't even speak up above my name being pronounced wrong!
Could you please repeat your explanation? I'm softspoken and don't like speaking.
I can't bring myself to physically ask you so I just look miserable until you ask what's wrong.

Questions. It's all I have, yet I can't bring myself to say anything.
These anxieties I have are dead weight, I can't keep going.
I hate it all. Why can't I speak up? Why can't I ask questions? What's wrong with me?
Am I incorrect?

It's all the same depressing thoughts. "You're never going to make it through life."
I hear it every day. The same phrase. It repeats itself, something I could never do.
I can't feel anything because of this, I feel the need to repress it.
I'm going to ask again; could you please repeat yourself?

I can't speak up.

#depressing #anxiety #amateur #questions #repetition #terrified #wrong #predicament #please #repeat