#repetition poems on Hello Poetry

Duzy Nov 2017

Cupid

He shoots... He misses
He shoots... He misses
He shoots... He tagged me.
*******.

I've been expecting you
I've also been avoiding you
But what could I do when I knew that your aim was true?

That's just Cupid

I must confess, more or less, that I'm back in this mess with this little black cloud in a dress.

Walking all over me, running rings around me. Stamping everywhere that you breathe
Bob says "it's good to talk", the old man says "don't be a grass".
I don't know which one to believe.

That's just stupid.

So we decide to talk but it doesn't last long
Soon enough we're shouting. At least the passion isn't gone.

As I fantasize and fight to rationalize
You exercise your right to exorcise.
Honeymoon is over, we got work in the morning.

But honey is still honey, and a bee is still a bee.
So why's she acting like a wasp?! There's stings all over me.

So I mentioned before that I'm back in this mess, but it's my mess and I'll tidy it up alone.
Well of course you will it's your ****** fault. That's it, I'm turning off my phone.

#love #relationship #repetition #futility #losing #wasps #bees #honey

DeAnn Nov 2017

I write and I write and I write

Sometimes I write and I write and I write.
For seconds, minutes, hours on end
And then I stop and look back over what I wrote.

"What the hell? Why am I so sad?"
I ask myself daily

I think about taking my mom's advice: writing a list of things I am grateful and thankful until I'm happy
Then maybe that will make me write happier

So I do that
Yet the guilt I feel for having all I have sets in and makes it worse than before

And I write and I write and I write
And it's still sad and depressing

I think about taking my dad's advice: go exercise, do things that make me happy until I'm happy
Then maybe that will make me write happier

So I do that
Yet the sorrow settles in from the past and doing these same activities when I was happier

And I write and I write and I write
And it's still sad and depressing

But you know what?
**** it all.
Because maybe writing sad is what makes me happy
Maybe it gets all the rage, sad, depression, anxiety, fear, and guilt out of my system so I no longer have to hold everything in
Like a bottle that needs to explode but has no outlet

#repetition #poetswrite #badadvice #guilt #depressingart #sorryiswore #myoutlet

Oculi Nov 2017

Hybrid Noisebloom

Raw thoughts, yeah?
Nah, not today, man
Too bad, I was expecting them
You'll get them, just shut up
It's just noise
They all want me and my noise
But it's all just noise
It scratches
It creaks
It beeps
It boops
It bleeps
It beams
It beckons
It goes on for oh so, so, so, so, so, so, so long
Why do you want it, you disgusting *****?
shhhhh
khhhh
tshhhhh
krrrrr
bhhhhh
ssssss
trrrrr
But it doesn't make sense
None of it does
It's me
It just goes on and on and on and on and on and on and on
Why do you want it, tell me that
Who are you to ask my why I want it if I do
I'm tired of this can I just make peace with me
Yes you can
No you can't
Yes you can't
No you can
Yes you are
No we aren't
No I can't can
.......
.......
.......
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-------
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ooooooo
Who are you?

#noise #sounds #confusion #weird #thoughts #repetition #personality

Zero Nine Oct 2017

Grievances - Repeat in 3. . .

Traveled this road
times before
It would be true
to say I drive
in circles
so I won't

So I won't say it
I won't say it

I won't say it
I won't say

I'm broken
You can't fix it with words
All I need is you
to want to hear
me speak
For once
listen

I'm here
I'm ears
Let me
hear you say

I won't say it

You're bare
You're open
Let me
taste your salt

I can't do that

I can't do good

to myself

It's endless

keep setting those
personal fires
one of these convictions,
from the ash
you'll rise
anew

i'd hate to end on a sullen note
so i won't

#repetition #destiny #fate #cycles #disrepair #endings #repeat #stuck #ptsd

Ghostlizard Oct 2017

Turn Turning Madness

One and one and two and three
The clock, the clocks are in my knees
They turn and turn my legs around
Walking, walking legs abound
These thoughts, these thoughts I have are mad
You see, I see through you I see
Those thoughts, those thoughts you have of seas
You want, you want to leave this town
And move, moving out around
To the shore, to the shore you'll soon you'll see
But what you'll find, find a place unfit for thee
I know, I know I always know
I hug you and hug you to calm your nerves
What people all people want, they want inside
I give you, I give you a knife inside

The blood, the blood it's on the floor
Your eyes, your eyes sparkle no more
My cheeks, my cheeks wrinkle and ruffle
My smile, my smile bursts out a chuckle
I then, I then I look, I look
Not knowing, not knowing I shook, I shook
I think, I think, oh what have I done
Clarity, clarity for a minute, a minute
Turn turning, turn turning my mind not in it
I lie I lie soaking myself
The blood the blood don't miss anyone else
The blood the blood, the blood my bloodied talk
I murmur, murmur the birds start to squawk
I laugh, I play in a joyous land
I think, I think to myself… bland
What I’ve, I’ve done, I’ve killed my prize
the one I’ve killed which was my rise
Yes it's bland, it's bland I leap
I hit, I hit my head to sleep

I find, I find I'm dry to the floor
I wait, I wait for an open the door
It's something, just something, in the back of my mind
What is it, what is it, I find so sublime?
It's just, it's just there's a window in her house
I'm thinking, I'm standing my hand on her blouse
I'm up, I'm up I look out the window
I see, I see a young lucky widow
Maybe just maybe her man gone, the war
I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready once more

#insane #****** #repetition

Luke Jul 2017

Mining the Mind

I’d been standing underneath the sun for hours in the heat,
When I came upon a largish piece of quartz between my feet,
I sunk my pickaxe deep inside the rock which shone with all,
The pretty colours trapped within a gorgeous crystal ball,
The axe swung down a hundred times, the rock stayed the same shape,
And in my own frustration all that I could do was gape,
The colours of the magic quartz were hypnotizing me,
I’d noticed others resting underneath the nearby tree,
But determined, covered in cold sweat I continued my work,
To try to find the treasures which inside the rock may lurk,
When twenty days had passed I realized I had not eaten,
But by a piece of stone I was so sure I’d not be beaten,
I’d had no sleep, was miserable and fearful of the creatures,
Alone and in the dark now I could recognize their features,
But instead of marching home I bent and carried on my chore,
Beating away forever like the sea upon the shore,
A year had passed, I knew deep down I’d made no actual progress,
But I told myself the rock was smaller so as to defeat stress,
I looked around and noticed I’d been on my own some time,
The hammering of the pickaxe like some old forgotten rhyme,
And as I slaved on foolishly with rusty worn out tool,
I wondered why on earth I had been doing this at all?

#mining #mind #addiction #boredom #anxiety #depression #repetition

CautiousRain Jul 2017

Time Loop

Wretched time loop
what a good song
I have never heard it
you should hear it
it’s my favorite
who knows what it’s about
anguish
man, check out this song
I have never heard it
I think it is familiar
Hey did I ever show you?
Oh boy, what a lovely tune
wish I heard it sooner
have you ever seen it?
You gotta let me show you
Whoa no, I never showed you
Have I ever seen this artist?
What is this about?
It’s good because I like it
it is a little sad
I’ve never heard it
You should show me this song.

Memory loss is a ***** and I've dealt with this for 6 months and some days I can listen to a song on loop for hours and be impressed every time I replay it because I've forgotten the tune. I'm so tired.

#memory #loss #time #loop #free #verse #repeat #repetition #vent

Antionicia May 2017

Two Bodies

Two bodies pressed together
Two bodies intertwined
Two hearts racing together
Two hearts beating as one
Two lips searching one another
Two lips tasting, feeling.

This is a sonnet of all that they were. Their passion was a beating drum crumbling down stone walls. Their love was a thunderstorm flooding the earth with its rage. Their bodies breathed for one another. Before they had never lived. Their bodies reached for another, bracing, igniting. Fire oh the fire.

Fire of two bodies.

I just wrote this last night, so it's kind of a mess. But maybe some of you will like it (:

#love #passion #freeverse #original #repetition