Best Utopian Poems

I hold three rocks in my hand
Rolling them over and over and over
Leaving this reality behind, far behind

I feel the rocks leaving my hand 
As my eyelids begin to close
And I drifted off into my own little world
In the air the scent of a rose

I...

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We are born into a Utopian world where everything lives and let lives
Politeness and manners exist as society never lets sieve

We learn to live with our neighbours amidst colours that nature has born
Living well into our tomorrows without the fear of being war-torn

Prejudice has never...

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Where artificial intelligence meets
 Kinesthetic tracking
 Cognitive science traverses
 With a new Second Life Enterprise
 A bold horizon
 Of man-machine-imagination
 Engineering virtual platforms
 Connected body life hyperspace
 Dreaming on cyber integration
 
Envisioning an astral sphere
 Of consciousness free from the body
 Circling planetary interdimensions
 A...

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My poetry takes me to Utopian land,
  Where love and peace perfectly blend.
    Humanity is the only religion known
      Arrows are rusted, bows can’t bend.

Everyone is kind with beautiful heart,
  Equality and justice for all,...

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I was listening to a Christian theologian friend of mine
speaking about the Messiah's,
and St. Paul's,
original intention when singing praises of God's here/not-here Kingdom,
and potential as a multiculturally inclusive Church,
as a countercultural extending family,
creolizing out to encompass all human natures
to conjoin and rejoin Earth's cooperatively-owned
and self-other...

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The animals said, "let us breathe new life into Utopian dreams".  "The law of the 
jungle should be changed, to suit all of us!"  After a lengthy debate, they finally decided that it should be, 'survival of the wittiest'.  This of course...

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THE UTOPIAN DREAM BABY

She is in darkness and beautiful
What I dream of my Utopian dream baby

In the future I wish to see her born
As  a very big mansion of mine on the moon

My own supersonic airplane to Heaven
A long bridge across the continents

To link...

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The dark poet
every word is a piece cut from a victim.
Every letter sliced into the body
Anger is filled in the aftermath,
because the poem is never perfect and 
he has to try again and again to get it
just right. 

He tried to construct a poem from...

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--Evil starts as germinated seeds,
noxious weeds of social infestation,
spreading and suffocating human diversity,
pushing all freedoms into extinction,
the loss of Liberty's creed,,
--Men-Women birth their offspring,
but raised by the State,
alienated offspring grow into bastards,
by design to this fate,
no-longer is Family an understanding,,
--Started in guise of education,
parasitic propaganda...

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i see the world getting smaller and smaller,
untill it finally fades
the taste of red wine still in my mouth, 
soothing me
knowing in the back of my mind
this place isn't been made
for you and me'
my arm hanging out the window,
my fingers playing with the wind..
fantasizing how...

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To exist within a utopian society is
Of great  opportunity.  A perfect way
Where existing means living by 
Obligations to the utopian way. 
A deep desirable Devotion must be
Counted  of the characteristics of
The inhabitants of this society.
Everyone must live in harmony with 
Everyone else...

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There's no easy way to say this so I'll just be blunt.
Every evening at 8:30 I venture outdoors and I hunt.
I don't slaughter my prey. I just capture them you see,
and then I bring all my captives home with me.
I don't consume my prey. I...

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I have faith in brighter days like these
And have hope in kinder ways of speech please
I have no doubt in this mind…
I don’t want to be left behind
Collect my tears of endless sorrow
Hopefully, there’s another tomorrow
To handle with my hefty grip properly
To carve like I...

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Our true destination, 
is written in the radiant mist 
and song silently upon a silver breeze. 
whispered harmonies weeping graceful melodies, 
to the lost who cannot find. 

we bathe in illusion that makes us visible, 
and our hunger makes us sane. 
Decorated by the benign,...

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Comrade
Tie rollerskates to pólice
Horses hoofs
Piss on the grim parade
From the roof
Of the dept store
Slip a fortune cookie note
That reads
´give me liberty or death
Or chicken chow mein ´
In the pocket of a
Passing pope
Arm the homeless
With pitchforks
& direct them to the
Castle on the hill
Bite the earlobes
Of the...

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