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 awoke to find a different world
Finding there had been a radical change
In the air there was still the scent of a rose
In my heart I felt so strange
Hatred famine and bigotry were gone
There was peace and joy and love
There were neighbors helping neighbors
Only blue skies up above
No more fear or anger
On war there was a ban
A world of human compassion
A brotherhood of man
There was universal acceptance
No damage to self esteem
I raised my eyes to heaven
Oh Lord let this not be a dream
God Bless those who suffer
Some day may your suffering cease
God bless those who search in vain
May you find love and peace.
Categories:
utopian, imagination, peace
Form:
Narrative
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 been heard whilst cussing never nears our ears
To walk our streets at whenever, over our shoulder you will never fear, fears
When we are born into a Utopian world where everything lives and let lives
The reason this can all come about, is purely because everyone gives
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We are born from a fallopian world where reasons dictate how we live
Politeness and manner exist, sadly society has allowed them to sieve
Many learn to live with their neighbours amidst colours of nature born
Some live into their tomorrows, many enter the doors of war-torn
Prejudice appears to be worsening, cussing appears the norm
Many are scared to walk our streets as many out there have form
When we are born from the fallopian world where reasons dictate how we live
We don't enter what we hope is Utopia, many take and rarely give
Categories:
utopian, hope, lifenature, world, nature,
Form:
Couplet
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 cerebral socialized infinity
Marketed to mass humanity
Intertwining flood gates of creativity
With our physical apparatus
Parallel dimensions virtualized
As real as the bark of a tree
Catapulting post human destiny
Interstellar, monumental trajectory
loosed from the boundaries of place and time
Categories:
utopian, computer-internet, fantasy, life, life,
Form:
Free verse
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, I wonder.
A perfect place where women are safe,
And it rains, without any thunder.
I imagine people living their dreams,
Society woven from threads of trust.
Here life is perfect, devils are dead,
Joy prevails, worries crushed to dust.
But, when I encounter the real world,
My poetic soap bubble tends to burst.
And I am drawn out of Utopian land,
Now I find blood quenching the thirst.
This poem has been published in 2019 in my poetry collection
"Far in the Meadows and other poems" by Meenakshi Raina
23 March, 2017.
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Categories:
utopian, beautiful, imagination, society,
Form:
Rhyme
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 would change everything. The fox, eager to influence the others with his clever concepts, made the suggestion that maybe he should just be the boss. The magpies response was contentious. "How could we trust you?" "Every year you steal more and more of our eggs, and that's not right!" "I think I would make a strong leader, and fair!" said the lion. "But you have been a self-imposed dictator for far too long!" said the owl. "What about me?" the horned one said. "My wisdom is legendary!" All of the animals wanted to make up their own version of a Utopia! Then, a shadow appeared in the doorway, and a man came forward. A great breath of surprise arose in the 'Hall of the Hallowed Tree'. The 'Naked Ape' of the 'Divine Mushroom' said, "quiet and hear me now!" "I would be the best one to lead this endeavor!" "Why you!" said the owl, "we don't know you, not even your name!" "I am the human being known as the King of the Crooked Crown!" he said. "For I am the perfect imperfection, to lead this imperfect union!" "As not a single one of us will escape this great house, that has no door!" The human needed to say no more, for they agreed unanimously, that he should lead their Utopian Dream, to build a new garden, a new Eden, devoid of mischievous vipers, and of their evil ways!
Categories:
utopian, animal, dream, farm,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
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 all the oceans
New York to Banjul, Cape Town to Antarctica
Island of Lampedusa as a World Trade Center
Not as a nest for asylum hunters anymore
Sahara, Kalahari, Gobi, Himalayas as green belts
Not deserts with open arms anymore
All wastes to be biodegradable, renewable,chewable
Every rooftop to be garden
Our carbon dioxide to be inhalable perfumes
This is the worlds wild ambition
My Utopian mystic dream baby
A wish she comes early
To make the world a better home
Where we shall live like human Angels
Worried not of worries
In peace, in glory.
Categories:
utopian, natureworld, dream, dream,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
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 and with nature.
Satisfaction without stress struggle
Strife nor strain we shall have
Dialect rhetoric and simple
Discussions about what to expect
A utopia affords no discord the
Sun will not shine every day
But some sun will be on the way
We shall feast hearty.
Unburdened. Fears and
Apprehensions washed away no
More grief of yesterday. The
Metaphysical worthiness will be
Recorded on discs and obelisk.
Years will pass without a hitch
Hearts and minds will be crafted
In loveableness. Reference to this
Utopian way no one is rich or poor
We will live one for all and all for one
No Diabolical schemes no not none
Peace and harmony dreams assured
No crimes or bombastic belligerent
Blistering behavior at this doorstep
One cause no flaws. One set of
Rules will not be abused.
Questions will be answered by
The court. All are invited to
Question and answer night
Gatherings and celebrations will
Be had. Weddings will be held
Babies will born.
But no so and so and definitely
No such and such much to much
All positive attractions cheeks
Caressed a friendly gaze
TO THE DELIGHT OF ALL
HUMANITY. live the utopian
Way. Utopia does the day
Release relief and live the life
Categories:
utopian, celebration, character, life, love,
Form:
Epic
--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 by subliminal indoctrination,
targeting children of all ages,
instructing apart from parental objections,
future groupthink masses of inclusion,,
--Religion, History, Novel books outlawed,
that promote ideas of Independence,
instructional manuals that's only allowed,
through State approved media correspondence,
making State approved "truths" unflawed,,
--The masses become Independent-less adults,
in a One World State,
populations regulated, mandated birth controls,
but elitists can freely consummate,
elitist offspring perpetuates State results,,
--The State espouses universal equality,
a mandate against humanity's will,
a law silencing humanity's opinions,
or voicing your opinions from jail,
the State sees as insanity,,
--Humanity becomes living taxed products,
feeding the machines of State,
their worth is what's produced,
fearing for failing to compensate,
you're redistributed, if you obstruct,,
--Populations are kept under intoxication,
by the State approved vice(s),
the willing are comfortably numb,
happiness of suffrage the price,
humanity's compliance made through addiction,,
--Outlawed are self-governed rights,
by State tyranny without impunity,
your lives owned until death,
because you are State property,
all controlled by elitist might,,
--Physical privacy regarded as hate,
pedo-molestation considered universally normal,
it matters not your sexuality,
to all ages so formal,
criminal when reject this fate,,
--Evil that's made a right,
guilt is replaced with ethics,
fundamental good is considered evil,
by the State centered civics,
moral evil in everyone's sight,,
--This is a living nightmare,
that insidiously penetrates humanity's soul,
a world never knowing Hope,
or escaping something this cruel,
the State of Evil despair,,
--Freedom, Liberty and self-governance,
does this sound that bad?,-
it's better than being property,
by a State grown Mad,
or take a standing chance.
Categories:
utopian, fate, fear, freedom, humanity,
Form:
Rhyme
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
human and animal insides
on a cork boarded wall in the basement
of his house, spleens and other red
things, calligraphy with precision
made of beautiful dark crimson-
It still wasn't right.
He tried then, to write on rice paper
With blue soaked gray matter.
The brain is very easy to mold into
letters.
It just did not give off the glitter
he thought it deserved.
Then came skin, so malleable and pliant-
Thought his masterpiece was here-
until it dried and shriveled
In frustration he cried...
Why can't this be perfect?
"Must show the world the greatest
Masterpiece of all time!"
Then came the teeth, some baby
teeth, some rotten "old man" teeth.
Using squares and roots- he thought it
a hoot! Until the glue started to wear off from the paper...
Ahhh, another almost perfectly formed masterpiece!
Gone to the incinerator-
Traveling far and wide
town after town, donor after donor,
He was stuck in his own purgatory
with perfection obsessing his mind,
So excited he began to climb his
way into his own wild ride!
His art! A new start! Mind boggling-
Brain synapses switching and toggling.
Bones! Yes! beautiful and polished
This MUST work, oh how he wished.
So to work he began once again-
On his masterpiece of sin.
Slicing, dicing, distilling and boiling
off the skin was the hardest part,
Then to bleach, polish, heat and mold
every bone so perfect on a background
so bold!
Oh! the green moss backing, with perfect white letters,
It really couldn't get any better!
Accentuated here and there with a red blood splatter
and a hint of gold.
His poem, 900 words long, were to him
His beautiful and soulful song...
How many people died? Who cares!
He had his masterpiece with everyone to share.
Out into the world he ventured
With his masterpiece;
A Utopian adventure!
Categories:
utopian, beautiful, dark, fantasy, red,
Form:
Verse
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 it would be
to live this life,
completely free
Categories:
utopian, society, spiritual,
Form:
Imagism
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 palace guards
But not too hard
Just enough to let
Them know
We means bizness
Free the geese & turkeys
From their Christmas cages
Bring back the cat
& the white rhino too
Buddy Bolden´s trumpet
Audible from a mile
& a century away
Will be our huntsman´s cry
Tally Ho!
Tough time to be a
Fox in ermine
That day
Chase the elusive Trane
Down 52nd street
Bring down a plane
With the third eye
Laser
Crash landing with
Ray gun sparks
Beneath
Balls to convention
Let´s nudge
Michelangelo’s
Elbow
Shout theatre in a
Crowded fire
Squirt soda water
In destiny´s face
I´m mad as hell but
Then hell is mad
Let´s push Larkin´s
Work toad under
The 39 bus
& give all
The blessed angels
Something to sing
About
Let them fear
King Ludd
& kabouters
Slack men in
Boiler rooms
Reading yesterday´s
Paper
Comrades
Fellow travelers
Come & let´s dance
On the green
But first take off
Your shoes
& throw them
Into the
Machine
Categories:
utopian, political,
Form:
Political Verse
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 place them all in captivity.
Now for the rest of their lives their lives belong to me.
I release them all into my 100 gallon fish tank
I then seal the top with a screen. No escapees from my tank.
I don't believe my prisoners, whom I see as my children, feel as captives necessarily.
What I have given them is a wonderful thing. An Utopian Society,
Their environment is perfectly humid and ideal for them.
Two heating pads grace the bottom of my fish tank prison.
An inch or two of fresh soil also lines my prison fish tank's bottom.
All they really need is fresh water for nourishment
but they also enjoy nectar, so I provide also fresh sugar water for them.
Now once daily like a plant I water them.
Decorative fossils, plants and rocks are also displayed on the bottom
of the moss covered heated soil of this most aesthetically pleasing terrarium..
They all have shelter and tunnels that they all can explore
but most important of all, they're all safe from predators.
They have plenty of space to socialize.
More importantly, they have much needed open space so that they can all fly.
and every now and then they display their gratefulness to me
with some of the greatest natural light shows I've truly been honored to see.
They are My Children. I am their Deity.
No I don't feel they feel as captives necessarily.
I believe that in their way, they'll be grateful til their dying day for My Firefly Utopian Society,
Will they pro create?
Well, we'll just have to see and wait.
Categories:
utopian, water, fish, space, water,
Form:
Rhyme
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,
That decant our life force
Upon the mundane.
We fade,
Slowly inextricably
masters of our own suffering,
Seeking nourishment from a mirage.
And the days turn strange.
with space and time being one in the same.
how can we dissolve the darkness?
if there is no diamond bridges,
Cascading light beneath a turquoise sky.
No luminous angelic flames,
To illuminate the wants of man.
and to understand makes us smaller.
Categories:
utopian, dream, spiritual,
Form:
Free verse
The first-born birth is celebrated.
Henceforth the father’s flame is ignited,
While mother’s strings are deeply implanted.
Father’s smoke leeches the air from his own child,
For he is born with no breath,
Thus, thrown into the breathing box for a time.
To put it simply, he was born to survive.
After a bout with the devil’s insanity,
The social service summoned their authority
To take the child—stolen in the mental’s eyes,
Though witnesses would say otherwise.
Despite them portraying the flawless family mirror,
Within which, the SS saw through the tiny dysfunctional crack.
Since then, 5 years passed with their 2nd chance,
Where mother won the right to raise.
Seemingly, returning to the original state, being praised,
Yet within this victory— something festered, unawares,
For soon another event will bring its hammer down,
Causing the irreparable blight of this utopian family.
This union will deteriorate into dust,
Fragmenting into all that is null and void
Filled with the stripes of flame from the ache
Of delirium of hollow security and belonging.
His world, now struck with thunder.
Fear emerged out of this lone survivor.
The Hellish demons will be unleashed
Categories:
utopian, abuse, child abuse, childhood,
Form:
Free verse
He
has flown
his kite to
the extremes of
space.
Ekphrasis -Suprematist Composition-Malevich
Categories:
utopian, art, space,
Form:
Ekphrasis