Repeating yourself

One of the central concepts of poetry, especially poetry in forms, is repetition. As poets, we repeat sounds, syllables, words, syntax, meters, lines and stanzas. The use of repetition is one of the qualities of poetry that distinguishes it from prose. In prose, repetition is rare and usually done to either increase clarity or to make a single point more emphatic.

Repetition creates patterns. Whether the patterns are phonetic or syntactic, when people encounter these patterns they recognize them and respond to them. If you repeat the same word or line over and over again, the reader will assume that it has significance. If you repeat a sound (rhyme, alliteration, consonance) it links words or lines together. If you repeat a meter, it moves the poem forward and adds a musical quality to the poem. If you repeat syntax, it allows different ideas either form links or create contrasts.

Repetition is a tool. If used well, it adds to a poem through the links and patterns it creates. If used badly, it can become too obvious, creating predictability. Like any poetic tool, it should be used carefully and with intent. If you don't know what you want to accomplish by using repetition, there's a good chance you will misuse it.

I feel

What I think
What I felt
I am waste
And in wet
But,
I think full
Also bare.

In my heart
There's nothing
Something
It has a feel
What kind of it?
I don't know

But now I feel
one thing, that
I'm really in love
B'coz of you......

Thotawattage N. H.
 

Horton Plains

Hills draped in misty veils
Casting a mysterious gloom
Sambhur roam through the bushes
Scarlet flowers bloom

Melodies of crystal waters
Mingled with the songs of birds
Pierce the stillness of the plains
Onto the grass the rain falls

The laden skies and the sun shimmering through
Have witnessed marvellous times before
Days of splendour, glory and wisdom
The era of Great Rawana's reign.

Inoka de ALWIS
 

It's my life

I gave my life to you......, and started dying...,
You got my life......., and started breathing.......,
As you are not in faith to my life on your way... either,
I got my life back as I want to live......further.......!

Nandana SINHALAGE
 

Dreams

The water cascades down the
Beautiful waterfall and
Takes my breath away.
The lush green vegetation
With early blossoms dotting it,
The picture perfect skies
With cotton wool clouds,
The soft sound of a gurgling stream,
Are all too good to be true.
The soft grass under my bare feet
Feel like pure velvet and soft rose petals,
The wind in my hair
Feels like an angel's kiss from above.
The exquisite scenery in front
Feels too perfect for me.
I wish I could be a bird
To be able to stretch my wings
And soar over the waters
Racing with the wind
And feeling so free......
Life seems so good
When you can imagine such things.
For what I see and feel is
Nothing but dreams....
They are just dreams, concocted out of
My imagination. But no matter how
Hard life really is nothing can stop me
From dreaming and imagining
Things that are too good to be true.
For imperfections like us tend to
Dreams perfect things that never portray reality.
As I close my eyes in slumber
A smile creeps on my face.
For I've started dreaming
About exquisitely impressive sceneries
That takes my breath away
And feelings so emotional
That even in my sleep,
I feel them.

Shamlina MAHROOF
 

Love can never fall asleep

White butterflies dance on a wing
Silence sunk down since birds started to sing
World wrapped in a tender green
And a song from a nest unseen

I paused to hear that lovely song
Soft smiles that come from the way so long
Sun beams arising and it's time for the early morn
I thought,may be they are singing hymns to the sun in a timid tone

Whispers,jokes and giggles of them
Mixed with the winds, but I could hear nothing
I know it is just like a gift sent from heavens
For the burning souls which are in marrathon

I sat by window and listened to them
I feel pure happiness, I feel my life
Forgot sad thoughts,tears dripping asunder
Because now I know that love is double edged knife

Faded heart was again bloomed since it's got a rythm to play
Everything becomes sweeter since it's the dawn of the spring
Oooh!!!!Now I've heard what
A couple of birds are singing
"Love can never fall asleep,my darling....."
they are singing and singing

Darshani Uthpala NAGAHAWATTA
 

The Tragedy

If you had given a chance
For the very last time
You would have said
"War is not the path of peace"
But nothing given
only the terror and it went off

and had stolen
One woman's everlasting love
and her family
And had stolen
one kind heart and a energetic soul
who dedicated his life for all
So many people lost their
everloving friend who made them happy
And the camera and the mike
lost their proud master

What a tragedy
You're gone forever
And your loved one's
given a signed cheque
that's all for you......

Dedicated to Mohomad Rashmi, "The dedicated journalist who lost life due to a bomb explosion.

Poornima Samarakkody, Dewalapola