Learn more about other poetry terms

Without my glasses on, the world softens at about 10 feet.  Usually it feels Constricting, Confining, Claustophobic, But today, it is my happy tent of reality.
I am sorry to waste your time But this poem will not be a dime I don't have time to complete this  This will be a complete diss   My teacher made me apply and that definitley made me sigh
Dear world, What’s going on man? I’m no batman But i can clearly unravel the mystery present   You’re not currently very pleasant  
It feels like a summer day, Laying on the front porch step.   It feels like an old house, Existing as quite unkept.   It feels like an empty schedule,
Left and right, front and back people Stand there. Inching closer to the doors that Slide. All for Saving their legs. The ding Sounds a high pictched tone. A  Sudden jolt forward, everyone ushers
Awake, my soul, awake, Throw off the cloth of ease Try thy own weight and strength Cast off the dust, and reach Arise and stretch Arise and feel Awake, my soul, awake, Chase away the sleep
  Get Out of Here   Get out of here with your sensitive ass Just wait, it will all pass You speak as if your emotions are glass You jump to conclusions way too fast  
Dearest, I must say good bye. Do not be dismayed for time flies.
Like some monument to comfortyou shirk dutyyoustroll the reckless streetson some shapely saunter throughthe pages of a mystery novelyouwindow shop for marvels
"you're just lazy" I hear it from my mom, my boyfriend, my teachers, my coaches, just about every valuable person in my life.  To me,  Im merely surviving. 
The table stays the wood is grey  a light sull yellowed tingy yellow brown when on the bench  the hobo sleeps the homo weeps the political correctness steeps and for weeks and weeks
            Hiding behind a mask is what I do on a daily bases. I act like I am a person who is welling to do what it takes to go far in life and be what I want to be.
Why does the government pay to support the lazy? Does one need to drop out of school? Why not consider the Navy? Food stamps, housing, it's all a crack. Don't work, have kids and we've got your back!
Slowly, slowly sailing.  Lazily, readily, whimsically, wailing. Waves around us, dancing and singing, the bell on the lighthouse softly ringing.   A "swoosh" of the sea foam, 
Would rather sleep all day then go to work Never leaves the house Doesnt make an effort No accomplishments No goals Doesnt care about anything
  Peers and youth clatter and clank Minds nearly filled with blank Always looking so fine and swank A job and work a threat or a prank                 Parents diving into their savings bank
Last night I sat on the couch tonight I sat on the couch.  The whole day I waste away and didn't go out in the snow to play. I'm tired of sitting around. I want to hang with my friends. 
He was lazy and loved food Playing video games everyday Not wanting to move a foot. Watching tv for hours Eating the fridge empty Would not get up even to smell the flowers. No reason to play outside
I have plans for greatness but sometimes I feel like I can never reach it. And I really would love it if everything I said was poetic. But I guess I am more crude than I thought.
I thought I heard a crash near the top of the staircase, so I fumbled with the matchbox, and I tumbled out of bed.   I thought I heard a crash near the top of the staircase, so I hurtled towards the steps,
Another year, another round. Third time's a charm and yet none I've found. Thy upper division courses slay me, The level of work is damn near deadly.   One would think I'd crumble,
We act meticulous. We think mysterious. We walk alone. We're never done. We become lazy. We get hungry. We never cry. We never die.
We're just watching time pass  Sitting around Being clowns Playing with the rules When we're all bound To do great So why wait? Why sit around & contemplate on our already planned-out fate?
Wake up to the smell of fresh cut grass. Close your eyes and soak in the sun through your window. Savor each moment, not wanting time to pass. Thinking how warm you are, listening to your neighbor mow.
Lord I hope it’s not too late For me to wake up And follow my fate You’ve told me so many times To wake up from the dead I can’t help but sleep sometimes the laziness I must shed
I hate having to sit on my ass all day Though most people would in a heartbeat At first, lack of movement seemed okay But now I feel my butt glued to the seat
The sun parts the shade and rays of light rest peacefully on my cheek. The glint and shimmer of the light echoes all around and breaks the darkness of shadows and gloom. They shout with joy and dance and illuminate and set the world ABLAZE.
Don’t, Don’t Can’t, Won’t You’ve used every excuse more than once But I won’t forget My vow above all Against you I promise to bear a grudge Is it right? Is it rational? I don’t care
Are my efforts even worth a dime? Or has this been a waste of time? We, in unison, wrote the rules and laws Happy and anxious we as we scribbled every clause
Subscribe to lazy