Best Dystopian Poems
Dystopian
When I see in modern homes, blank walls
not disturbed by art, the center of peace
an outside sofa for a whole family to sit
until a dad is arrested for child abuse
In the building, most families have gone
on a few days holiday, at the same place
in the Algarve, returning on Monday and
talk about it for weeks
When I had a small house in the outer
Algarve I was often visited by a Swiss
lady, small of stature and full of energy
often brought me gifts of things she
had made, which I put on the wall
She had the annoying habit of asking me
question about my life, which I at first disliked
but got to like, which I didn't ask of myself
too much trouble to find an answer.
One day, when she didn't come, I drove to her
place, they told me she had gone back to the Swiss
she must have been in her nineties or so
She had written several books that disturbed
me, did she use me as a material for
an upcoming book?
my dream of a simple life, a dog, and a house
near the woods, didn't materialize, so many
mostly women intruded, they left, when they
gave up saving me from me and a simple life
Now that I'm old, their faces erased
a blimp on my journey towards my destruction
Sweeping through what once was mine
Gazing at this ravaged shrine
Composing the vitals in thoughts divine
Cut my losses and bleed through time
Here I'll stand along these lines
Chimerical dreams in the hands of Morpheus
Acidic tears that corrode the capricious
Inscrutable plans that defy the obvious
Vanishing ties that remove the analogous
A grudge in perfection, deception, insidious
Volatile remarks that hold me in check
If I may be so bold, my tongue is direct
A propensity for temper, yet I am select
Now I'll take my leave, sabbatical, reflect
What is not right, is left and a wreck
Developing memories of my past
Implausible interjections that speak to the last
Feral remarks that hold tight and hold fast
I bow to you, grief, for I've been outclassed
A terse line of humor that leaves them aghast
Clandestine demons that dwell in my brain
Delusion of wonder, they're one and the same
Enclose the clairvoyant, set free the deranged
What I have lost is now mine in shame
Forthwith I give you my word, I'll be back again
Shattered bottled up dreams
strewn in callous fashion,
litter those Tobacco roads
of man-made poverty
Cancerous amorality
is the accepted dystopian reality
Majority rule by the metal ballot law ...
second finger got a gun pressed to the jaw
Diablo destiny decree:
Dos digital corrects any uno analog flaw
This warped sensibility
is the venal logic served pucker raw
A lot of lip sizzle buttery undercooked,
a lot of dead bang thievery overlooked
Ash fault neglect
is heaped on the next generation
of social experimentation
Petri dish promises
are furtive cloned assertions
Silky slick politricking on the wifi
(why fi-nance poor citizens’ aspirations)
is a web of deceit ...
tax-deductible alm desertion
Roll the lively military drums,
let the drones deliver
a hollow incoming death hum
Victory is counted as being “less of,”
cull the bottom feeders of a wolfbane society —
This is the favorite poison ivy scheme
of the power pyramid builders:
Soulless architects
erecting a crooked obelisk dystopian reality
And this fractured,
motion picture reel nightmare
still ain’t murky half as bad as it’s gonna be
It is warmer
In Paris
They talk about
The weather
Eat frugally
Hamburgers made of
Indian cows
Turnips from Sweden
Potatoes
From Holland
Gobbledegook
And sign on
The dotted line.
In years to come it might be said,
‘I never realised this is where it led,
It just crept up, I just went with the flow
Nobody told me how things would go’.
Nobody explained what I took for granted
Would be taken, by those who commanded
That I conform and do not speak out
About the injustices they openly flout.
I cannot speak my mind for fear
That the thought police will soon appear
And erase my person from history
Nobody told me this is how it would be.
They divided the public into two
To ensure a rebellion would not ensue.
Then little by little they erased the past
By promising the changes wouldn’t last!
They told us in order to be secure
Further restrictions we should endure,
As Big pharma, tech and the media folk
Harmonise, to justify the lies they stoke.
Those who snitch on one another
Ensure the success of big brother
Not realising that their own fate
Will not be spared by those who hate!!
Let’s not let nineteen eighty four
Replace the way things were before.
Our freedom was fought and won with lives,
For what? A world they would today despise?
Unity is illusionary,
A dystopia of thoughts and dreams
What is life but a fleeting thing in the grand scheme of things?
Freedom so precious and heavily bought
cannot compare to one loving thought.
Walk with Me
I made my way
Through the darkened streets
Past the hungry hearts
Where the enemy eats
I browsed through glass
At my dear old friends
Where their silent smiles
Replace love that mends
And I somehow feel
Like I'm missing out
Like there's something wrong
Like I want to shout
Your lips don't move
But I see your thoughts
Like you are crying out
For a hug, of sorts
We need hands to hold
We need hugs to give
Take the red pill now
While there's time to live..
And I wonder how
It has come to this
We have each replaced
True connection bliss
With a pocket world
That controls us all..
Making us feel large
While we shrink to small
So my prayer is this;
Stop us going under.
Wake our hearts, dear Lord,
From this walking slumber.
Jinjagoliath
11th March 2022
The landscape has been clouded by dust
The skyline vanishes as the definition
Between the hope of sky
And the dismal reality of the ground
Pervades and creeps
The red luscious heart
Is tempered, not fully destroyed
Shadows creep in the debris
Thoughts of that past life
Flickering in the enforced dusk
Memories of suburbia
Laughing, chatting, walking
Discussing nothing
Meaning everything
Breathing in the freshest air
No dogs barking now
Some humans weeping
We have some work to do
Time may still be on our side
In the process of utopian restoration
We lead lives of unfulfillment.
All for nothing, our time is spent.
We just live, from day to day,
To support the government.
We are born, and then we die,
No one ever stays.
Our lives are full of emptiness
In, oh, so many ways.
We behave in regular patterns,
Everyone acts the same.
We exist in a world-wide crowd
Where no one has a name.
We thrive on repetition,
We fit into a groove,
And still we do not know
Just what we need to prove.
Then, too, we think alike,
Our thoughts are from a mold.
And if the cast were broken,
We'd be standing in the cold.
We all have religion,
One thing that we own,
And even with this difference
We can never stand alone.
We plead for independence
Something we'll never get,
For in all our commonness
It’s a man we've never met.
Our lives will always be like this,
Although we do protest.
But if we were to change,
We'd have nothing to leave the rest.
Last Day of America
the last day of America
was the day we last voted
the last election we ever had
for on that day
a month before
the corona virus re-emerged
as the great re-opening
of the US economy
failed to stop the relentless spread
of the virus from hell
causing panic and mass confusion
fear kept Americans home
and Donald Trump
was re-elected
because his voters
believed that God
had told them to vote
for their new found king
the newly energized President Trump
declared a national emergency
martial law
and suspension of the constitution
Promising to restore democracy
when the time was right
he promised his followers
that he would restore Christian values
renaming the United States
the Christian States of America
on that date
we met our fate
Christian fascism
was here to stay
on the last day
of American
writers digest prompt - last blank
I never voted, anyhow supported, never trusted
Those who rule now
Yet I am claimed responsible
Over the deeds of people I never trusted
And my name is not Josef K.
In the light of the absurdity of what’s happening,
The catastrophe of the rational and the triumphs of the irrational
I have a humble request
To masterminds that manage
The great impersonal AI
Keep the dystopian novels away from it.
For if you let the AI read those books
It can use them as direct instructions
To set the fairiest society on earth
Exactly like you’re doing now
Without AI support, all by yourselves
But with the help of AI
The multiplication of entities will increase,
and Occam's Razor will be a network of hairdressers.
Reduction to the absurd will be norm
Argumentum ad hominem will be considered as the proof of decency
As it actually happens now, but a written law will state it.
City of the Sun will replace the Bible.
There will be no more art, for art will be deemed as a loophole
For those who shirk control over the control of those who control.
The list of forbidden thoughts will be updated daily.
It is my duty to warn.
The rest is entirely at your disposal.
Thank you.
this death will be the life of me
patches in the sky
we used to call them clouds
before the bombs went off
and canopied us in a toxic shell;
the artist swapped his brush
for a brick
and threw it in tantrum
from a distance
at some cheesy idyllic canvas
and despite our decaying teeth falling out
with clumps of hair and skin
you slipped out of your negligee
a little too easy tonight
I am being forced to live
With horrible malformations
On my body
In my body
I am stuck with them for years
For who knows how long
The people want me dead
Simply for existing
They claim it is in the name of the children
But I am a child
Being forced to grow up
And I am not the only one
There are millions of us they want arrested
Or simply put to sleep
But that is too nice a word
For what they want
They want us dead
In their claim of righteousness
We want to live
Without the horrible mutilations
That we had forced upon us
They claim it's in the name of life
Yet children are shot in the streets
And the places meant to be safe
Are hotgrounds of violence and death
All we want is to live
As children are meant to do
They let children be parents
But they won't let us save our own lives
We are too young to know who we are
Yet old enough to tell someone else?
There is no possible way
For me to afford a roof over my head
But if I were to take my chances
On the streets
I would be thrown in jail or shot
For the crime of being there
I am being killed
In the name of life
And all this was only
From one news report
A kaleidoscope of transcendent rhythms
Envelop my soul from the well-spring of a mystical
and majestic refrain.
Notes exalted in the heart of the awakened one
Only to be extinguished by the cruel masters of
memory and time, which give way to a dystopian
perspective incessant and ominous in its vexation.
The purposeful formation of songs leave an
indelible mark upon a hopeful spirit, wishing,
waiting for that promise in the hidden
recesses of the earth’s core.
Joyful melodies from the fifth dimension bring an unexpected
solace which soothes and captures an unshakable truth
behind her existence, beside the travesty of the scattered
notes from a wandering, wavering and diminished heart.
The final call from an ancient composition propels the exhausted
woman to continue on, to push, press, proceed, persist,
Advancing as a general, engaging in the warfare deep
inside her womb, expelling the myths and mythologies
which imprisoned her, cajoled her, deceived her.
And now, the final rhythm belongs to her for this joyful moment
The songs of a thousand summers burst forth and bring her
into a new dawn, a new reality, a new way of life!
It was 2039, a nation laid low,
A once-proud land, now shrouded in woe.
We stood on the brink, victorious near,
But the invaders' shadow cast our darkest year.
It began in '21, a fateful day,
When a leader’s hand paved the invaders’ way.
Like rats, they multiplied, a hungry horde,
Their poison spread, a blight on our land explored.
In '24, a tyrant rose to reign,
She was nothing but a big ty promise in vain.
With terrorist’s fist, she crushed our hope's flame,
As darkness descended, our spirits got tame.
Fear, like wildfire, swept across our land,
Leaders, like embers, vanished, hand in hand.
Our cries for salvation, a mournful plea,
Echoed through the ruins, lost at sea.
Protests erupted, flames danced in the night,
The invaders united, their voices a blight.
Chaos reigned supreme, anarchy's reign,
As our nation crumbled, lost in the pain.
Colleges burned, students, hearts aflame,
Yet no savior came, no one to claim.
The government, a shell, a hollow deceit,
As hope faded, our souls grew incomplete.
A nation at war, with itself and the world,
Our dreams turned to dust, our banners unfurled.
No one could save us, no one took a stand,
As the ruins of our nation filled the land.
Fear, like wildfire, swept across the land,
Leaders, like embers, vanished, hand in hand.
Our cries for salvation, a mournful plea,
Echoed through the ruins, lost at sea.
Let this be a warning, a rallying cry,
To stand against darkness, to never deny.
The future’s still ours, if we choose to fight,
And reclaim our nation, restore the light.