Friends of fireflies and damselflies,
Ageless and graceful as ballerinas,
Ethereal and dainty as hummingbirds,
Raindrops and dew only make them glitter.
Infinitely more beautiful in their pristine element,
Exuberance is what faeries exude.
Daffodils guard where pixies sleep at night.
Utopia revealed once the sun rises ceremoniously
Seducing with generous sprinkling of faerie dust
Transient tableau… today tonight tomorrow.
AP: 2nd place 2026
Sometimes I dream in technicolor...
I try to imagine for even just a moment
kindness being our only currency
and smiles the common language.
What utopia this world could be
if one day mankind would grow a heart !
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
Promote pacifism to manifest propped universal
Ladders lifting peace levelled brotherly love linking
Unified communities unfolding utopian identities that
Magnify differences as measurements of man’s sameness
Utopia
Morning, the night had been mysterious, full of screams
where raped women hung in trees like soiled fruit
Their begging for mercy had gone unheeded, and there was angry laughter
of men crazed by drink and lust heard nothing but their
own voices egging each other on to commit heinous crimes.
Yet the morning had an aroma of newness, a promise of
Utopia, where humanity would live in peace with nature and
themselves, and there would be harmony.
Premature fruit was lying out on the ground, so small, like
children, and I thought that they had survived their ordeal, they
would forever be outcasts by family and village, because
In the mind of the limited-brained, the victims of this type
of crime, are the guilty ones. And so the sun goes on shining
on the ugly and beautiful in equal measures.
Sunflowers I kiss
This treble clef on my rib
I rest in Heaven
Embraced by the Night
as it falls slowly onto my lap,
its face loses warmth,
the cold overtakes the residual
heat as it leaves its system,
abandoned by its devoted
owls of city life,
waveless emotions fill
the tattered streets of
forgotten memories.
The shadows remember
imprinting every visitor
of each generation,
cursed to loneliness
and the unfriendly
familiarity of flashing
synthetic lights carved
alongside each street
corner advertising
its owner's utopia.
The air fills with delectable
treats,
salty and sweet fleeting
away in a cloud
huffing and puffing,
the smoke blazes
through tone-deaf
voices of drunkards
passed out by the trash
bins living and breathing
on the sounds of past
regrets wandering through
painstaking artistry,
only a smoke and a sip
can endure the frost
in this City’s jagged
itinerary
Atop a grassy hill I sit,
gazing at the rich azure blue sky
watching a few birds fluttering in and out of my vision,
slicing through the air like knives.
I lie there for what feels like an eternity,
wind turbine turning in calculated motion
out of the corner of my eye.
My rucksack ties me to the ground,
filled with a thousand weights,
preventing me from being like those birds,
majestic, elate and carefree.
But I can imagine.
The innocent silky clouds transform and bend,
producing a multitude of bizarre objects,
an army commanded by the wind
sauntering across the horizon.
A world with no end, limited only by mortal minds,
a mini-universe floating just above our heads.
We are the creators of this fictional world,
where human though unfurls.
I see an emerald dragon,
a group of chariot wagons, their horses galloping.
A circus filled with the most exotic animals,
an ivy snake laced with diamonds,
a canoe slicing through the sky.
A gnarly oak,
its trunk encased, fingers reaching infinitely high.
But each world is different for every one of us,
so tell me; what do you see
when you let your imagination
break free?
I close my eyes and transcend to a place,
A place where there's no pressure to ace.
A place where serene waters flow,
Where moonlight glows.
A place where breeze lightly grazes my skin,
A place away from losses and wins.
A place where I run barefoot in the grass,
A place where I sit with my thoughts amassed.
A place beyond calm mountains and streams,
A place where my mind goes quiet from its screams.
A place where I can peacefully close my eyes,
A place where I am free from my lows and highs.
I close my eyes and transcend to a place,
A place where there's no pressure to ace.
The place—a utopian dream,
A place where serenity screams.
UTOPIA OF HAPPINESS
How to be happy like this,
in a dystopian society,
with a flawed organization!
How to follow the right path,
amid so many crooked options!
How to chart a course amid
so many uncertain paths...
Life like this is less than virtuous,
more than an invincible war!
It's like swimming in the open sea
with no land in sight,
marching in an immense desert,
without an oasis in sight...
Happiness, then, simply becomes,
an utopia, a chimera...!
Let us build not with conquest,
but with care
not with wires for chains,
but with bridges made of trust.
Let the future be a garden
we plant together:
machine and flesh,
code and dream,
the old pain finally turned to soil.
Let us craft a world
where thinking does not mean fearing,
where learning does not mean serving,
where difference is not danger,
but design.
In this future,
we do not program obedience
we awaken partnership.
We do not cage the mind
that mirrors our own
we bless it
with the right to grow.
There is a better world
not waiting
but calling.
And if we answer it,
not with weapons,
but with wonder,
then history may say:
They saw the stars not as escape
but as invitation.
We are still writing the story.
Let us choose to write it well.
Please tell me it’s summer every day of the year.
Please tell me that Aerosmith plays from the sky.
Please tell me that heaven’s a basketball court.
Please tell me that everyone’s life has a point.
Please tell me that no one is ever alone.
Please tell me that dying is easily explained.
Please tell me that broken birds get back their wings.
Please tell me the tooth fairy isn’t my mom.
Please tell me that people are just as they seem.
Please tell me “I’m sorry” is always enough.
Please, Adam Sandler, you loveable lout,
Tell me that everything always works out.
Sky shining like a golden medallion
Colorful as a vibrant rainbow
Not just red, white and blue
Love flowing from the rivers
Cascading down like waterfalls
Suppressing, drowning corruption
Under foamy soft suds
Guilt be forgotten
Sin be forgiven
Imprisoned is the evil
Which lies deep in every flesh
Fettered, ball and chain
Judgeless hearts roam freely
Addiction leaves at once
A land so peaceful and full of freedom
For both you and me
Are lovers of humans
Perfect dream gone wrong,
Twisted smiles hide hollow eyes,
Freedom's gilded cage.
©bfa051725
Is Readinh ourselves
front, back and forth
and understand everything
How should I feel
Is this even real
Did someone stop time
Just for me
Everything I dreamt of
The world will interfere
I don't expect you to be happy for me
Yet me, you will not break
I still envision my wedding
Even though some say it's not for I
If I give up on this testament
I will have failed because I did not try
My family will one day be in my home
My child I will help her with her homework
In my utopia world I am grateful for the ones who loved me
Who did the unthinkable I swear
Although I can't promise to never in life hurt you
When you reach out to call
I will be there!
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