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Repetition words or phrases are repeated in a literary work. Repetition is often used in poetry or song, and it is used to create rhythm and bring attention to an idea. Let see some examples of Repetition Poems.
Because She Was My Best Friend
– Insha Jesani
Together we would laugh, together we would cry,
With each other, we’d never be shy.
We’d often fight, then sort it out,
And at each other, we would never shout.
It’s because she was my best friend…
When I was with her, I was very crazy.
I would always dance like a silly daisy.
I didn’t care what they thought of us,
Since all they could possibly do was fuss.
It’s because she was my best friend…
I’d turn to her when my spirit needed a lift.
We would treasure our friendship; it was a gift.
She’d lift me up when I felt down,
And put a smile on my face when I wore a frown.
It’s because she was my best friend…
I saw her today with someone else.
It had been many years, so I was past tense.
She ignored me, and I wanted to cry.
If only she could just say goodbye…
It’s because she was my best friend,
And I never thought it would come to an end…
A Few More Steps
You’re almost there.
Just a few more steps.
You can beat this game,
a lot like chess.
You can move backward, and that’s okay.
Just remember to move forward every other day.
Now, I’m no expert,
but you will find
if you keep moving forward,
you’ll get your peace of mind.
It’s gonna be hard, believe me I know,
for you to show your healing cuts
without feeling like a freakshow.
It’s going to get better.
Trust me; just believe it.
You’ll finally be relieved of it.
You’re almost there.
Just a few more steps.
You can beat this game,
a lot like chess.
You can move backward, and that’s okay.
Just remember to move forward every other day.
I Love Your Smile
– Ronald Doe
I love your eyes and your soft sighs.
I love your inner beauty, too.
I love the way each passing day
You give a love so warm and true.
I love your clothes, your turned-up nose,
The way your precious kisses taste,
But most of all, my living doll,
I love the smile upon your face.
I love your lips and slender hips.
I love the giggle in your talk.
I love your class and your sweet sass,
The wiggle in your sexy walk.
I love your shrug and your warm hug,
Love your tender and warm embrace.
But most of all, my living doll,
I love the smile upon your face.
I love your look, the way you cook.
I love your heart, your soul and mind.
I love the way you laugh and play,
How you always treat me so kind.
I love the fact you are intact.
I love your style, charm and grace,
But most of all, my living doll,
I love the smile upon your face.
I love your charms, your loving arms,
How you hold me so tenderly.
I love the bliss, the happiness
When you’re making sweet love to me.
I love when you get naughty, too
And kiss me all over the place,
But most of all, my living doll,
I love the smile upon your face.
One Art
– Elizabeth Bishop
The art of losing isn’t hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.
Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn’t hard to master.
Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. None of these will bring disaster.
I lost my mother’s watch. And look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
The art of losing isn’t hard to master.
I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn’t a disaster.
—Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan’t have lied. It’s evident
the art of losing’s not too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.
I Am Close
– Kevin T. Pearson
In your thoughts
we will touch.
In your dreams
we will meet.
Now our hearts
beat as one.
I am your shadow.
I’ll always be close.
Hear my voice
in the wind.
See our dance
in a song.
Feel my warmth
in the sun.
Remember, my love,
I’ll always be close.
Do not weep
for my loss.
Time will pass…
Pain will fade…
You will laugh,
and I’ll smile.
Live your life, my love.
I’ll always be close.
At The Bottom Of The Bottle
– Emily Olivo
At the bottom of the bottle
his feelings won’t show.
He’ll let no one know
the feelings he hides.
Real late at night,
his feelings ignite
at the bottom of the bottle.
When his pain goes away,
he feels ashamed
to feel so insane.
He’ll never know it’s all right,
so for his liquor he’ll fight,
and his pain goes away
at the bottom of the bottle.
It’s a sad sight.
His lifestyle is traumatic.
Moving out, I’ll be ecstatic.
It’s unfortunate, I know,
but that doesn’t mean I won’t go.
It’s a sad sight
at the bottom of the bottle.
Unheard Voice
– Littin Thomas Modoor
Nine months are slowly getting close,
I am surrounded by the blanket of yours;
Slowly I am growing in your womb,
Please don’t send me to the tomb;
Oh mother, can’t you hear my voice?
Don’t you have another choice?
Aren’t you happy? You can see me soon,
I am excited to see the world of sun and moon;
In your womb, I am counting days,
To show you mother, my little gaze;
Oh mother, can’t you hear my voice?
Don’t you have another choice?
Mother, I am excited for my first toy,
I promise I will become your joy;
Please don’t feel me as a burden,
Whatever you decide cannot be undone;
Oh mother, can’t you hear my voice?
Don’t you have another choice?
I know you are waiting to see me play,
More than you I am excited to see that day;
Oh mother, won’t you start my life story,
Please don’t make my life a history;
Oh mother, can’t you hear my voice?
Don’t you have another choice?
I am excited to play in your lap,
With my deeds, I will make you clap;
Oh mother, give me a chance to live,
Even if you don’t, I will forgive;
Oh mother, my life is now a question,
Please don’t give it name of abortion.
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