Learn more about other poetry terms

i go to a beautiful university with an amazing campus breath-taking views nooks and crannies it’s so small i cross all of them daily the only problem with going to a beautiful university
Here I am, again, alone, Wondering what to do. Should I talk to myself? Or watch movies in lieu Of the time I wish I had To spend here with you. Here I am, again, alone, Wondering what to do.
Humanity knows nothing, and everything is a question, from the insignificant to the minutely less insignificant, like why did I have a bad day, and why does the universe exist.
Sometimes I wonder,  if what I write becomes reality? In some distant universe my blunder means catastrophe.   But if that is the case, then what happens when I erase?
We are all stranded in a deserted dominion Opressed by one's self, that's fact not opinion We take for granted what at glance is obvious and true For when we question is when we get the full view
Have you ever wondered What it's like to be a star? Twinkling against the dark night sky Wished upon, waiting to die. To be small as a speck of dust Upon a child's eye.
Laying on my bed of deep green,
Stumbling aimlessly down a dismal, unlit road, Unconsciously steering myself towards pristine beginnings. A world anew, sky white as the driven snow, but in a split fraction of a moment,
Everyone is so obsessed with virginity.  They ask: Are you still a virgin? How come? You're not? Who'd you lose it to? When? Where? How? But I ask back  
Twinkle,  twinkle, little star How I wonder how you are. Since no one seems to ask if you're alright; Are you okay, will you live to shine another night?   Up above a world you once knew,
Indeed imagination is inundated inside interminable ideas, Pouring purposes, poetry-pondering pages pertaining panegyric phrases, Entrapped, effortlessly entombed - ears eternally earning effrontery.
People plan to partake in pondering this painful piece of the
I never told myself that I would wait Nothing against the people that do It’s actually a good character trait But it’s over, it’s done, I did it with you And now a little part of me feels somewhat consumed
I reach into the shadows and my hand touches your face, Every single line of yours my fingers pretend to trace, I wonder - could this torture last forever? My love, I'm seeking you in shadows,
Looking upon stars-Glowing spears of light,Like a child Amazed at fireflies.Realizing:I'm entity small,A speck in a grand world;Erratically beautiful Phenomenally tranquil. What lies beyond, A world of comfort,Normalcy? Fear, of a final frontier/M
Roads, as far they go, Can only hope for the tread Of a father and son So lost in a world that Could only propoagte and burst Past its invisible seams.   Their world is godless
Subscribe to pondering