Find a poem from your favorite poetry website that contains an example of repetition (either simple repetition of words, lines, or ideas, or alliteration, assonance, and consonance). Copy and paste up to 8 lines of the poem into the comments box, then identify which type of repetition is being used.
Giggle Poetry
Poem Tree
Academy of American Poets
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What would you call a top-notch detective?
What would you call fishing gear used to catch chickens?
What would you call a murder detective?
What would you call a computer nerd from Athens?
What would you call a spirit that's been mooned?
What would you call a coop where ducks are kept?
What would you call a snack thief?
What would you call a wealthy tattletale?
repetition: what would you call a
No, love is not dead in this heart these eyes and this mouth
that announced the start of its own funeral.
Listen, I've had enough of the picturesque, the colorful
and the charming.
I love love, its tenderness and cruelty.
My love has only one name, one form.
Everything disappears. All mouths cling to that one.
My love has just one name, one form.
And if someday you remember
repetiton:my love
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of being and ideal grace.
I love thee to the level of every day's
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for right.
I love thee purely, as they turn from praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.
REPETITION:i love thee
The Broken Mirror
My life is almost over; that's a fact
Statistically derived but simply true;
I look into the mirror, but it's cracked
And so reflects two, three, or more, that lack
Cohesion. Which one's goal shall I pursue—
My life is almost over; that's a fact—
In time remaining? Luggage largely packed,
Past boxed and crated, little left to do,
I look into the mirror, but it's cracked
And won't be fixed and always did refract
The one before it into at least two.
My life is almost over; that's a fact,
But life cannot be lived in the abstract
And begs for certainties that it once knew:
I look into the mirror, but it's cracked;
I look away in search of the exact;
Nights melt the shadow shrinking from my view;
I look into the mirror, but it's cracked.
My life is almost over; that's my fact.
REPITION/ "My life is almost over; that's my fact."& "I look into the mirror, but it's cracked " : REAPTES
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