Utopia Poems

Utopia poems that are original and profound. Explore a brilliant collection of utopia poetry that you can’t stop reading. These poems on utopia are published by poets from all over the world and are sure to keep you High On Poems!

Utopia

Utopia prose poem

Yes I am a day dreamer in the real world people call me creeper in my world I am a king making my way with beautiful robes and in hand a gold ring sometimes I am an Olympian sometimes I

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Sun Kissed

Sun Kissed prose poem

I once dreamt of a land and a time that were entrenched by the beauty and the beast. The beast did not attempt to cause me to fear, nor did the beauty charm me to bow to its demands. Both

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Social Justice And Chritianity

Social Justice And Chritianity prose poem

While striving to be a good person and being socially concerned I do not believe in utopia. I do not believe in the perfection of man on this earth. I do not believe man can make a just and good

Beginnings

Beginnings prose poem

The day I realised that I’m just like everyone else. Clarity. I spent all my time thinking that I was different, unusual. [Apparently] I thought differently to everyone else. [I] Wanted, needed different things. Craved isolation. Solitude. Peace. Contentment. Simplicity

Refugee – the Deluge

Refugee   the Deluge long poem

In hoardes they arrived not cattle or flock of sheep sea of humanity deprived a deluge seemed to sweep Harried mothers hands in pray weary eyed children in tow losing who couldn’t bear sway reached utopia unsteady and slow City

The Garden

The Garden long poem

In a sleepy little village, nestled down a leafy lane…. Lives an Eden-esque panorama, that lies hidden from the rain. In this garden full of secrets, where Mother Nature lays her head…. Exists a myriad of creatures, who have no

The Awakening

The Awakening prose poem

It began as the second decade of the 21 Century entered middle age, an underlying sense of unease, change. New technology increasingly altering perceptions. Reality not seeming so sure. Our five senses, were they enough? Were they telling us the

Had It Been So

Had It Been So prose poem

Had it been so that I had the wings of fire, Or If I were a true born human, Or I were powerful even as a devil, Or had I been able to read the mind Of good and evil

The World Healed Again

The World Healed Again prose poem

Assume for one minute that the world was healed again,strong, though creeping veins and ventricles, unclogged their own blockages and once again it’s you who can sing and live again presume you are well again,and again ,celebrating the night and

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The Damaged Heart

The Damaged Heart short poem

What shall I do? However hard I try, her memory of bygone days, I am unable to erase. The truth is that the mark she has left on my heart has now melted and formed a hole. Though I continue

Fear Factor

Fear Factor long poem

Sitting on an elevated hilly place on a bright sun shine day and gauging the far away sea , seeing its borders touching the skies, Watching the movement of vehicles down below on a well developed city with multiple sky

Ways of love struck heart

Ways of love struck heart short poem

The dice were loaded right from the start what would they roll was destiny’s game would it be love or would they roll out hate would they lead to bliss or bitterness was the fate strange are the chances and

A Lonely Mother

A Lonely Mother ode

Dear Daughter, If I were the sunshine my golden rays would enfold you in my warmth, And fill your dawn with joy and happiness. If I were a flower, I would bloom in your garden, And fill your every breath

Love On Sale

Love On Sale short poem

Will you come to the love shop with me and buy me some love? Sell me your jet black heart and I’ll leave you a note, You know the world can be yours if you’d just let me know, Well

Tattoos

Tattoos short poem

You crawled under my skin Like a needle for a tetanus shot But who knew That that needle would turn into a blade Causing me to be Unstable Untrustworthy Unfriendly You changed me for the better Until you became the

A Maudlin

A Maudlin long poem

Etched on my mind is a maudlin Of the times when sky was blue And the sun was bright, high noon. Shadows were weird and creepy but Shades held the wayfarer’s blues. Water meadows were wide spread And herds fill

Rainbow

Rainbow short poem

It was afternoon hot on summer mid And the sky was blazing with unspeakable boiling, But still was graced with pound of clouds Which bore timid promises to overcome the summer damages. Then it was coming of rain like an

The Smell Of Rain

The Smell Of Rain short poem

Such things are rare now: the smell of rain of preceding nights going stale. And the potted plants keep back the reek like memories as do their counterparts keep scarred holes— gaping blank like a blind eye— on the ageing

Her

Her prose poem

You want the girl that wears pretty flowing dresses and floral Vans. Not the girl who wears mismatched brightly coloured trainers With odd socks and jumpers that would be more suited a boy on the Nickelodeon channel in 1996. You

Enter Prize Zing Wit To Whit

Enter Prize Zing Wit To Whit ballad

upon porcelain goddess, most brilliant ideas in me mind lit sole seasoned bugs bunny car tune character of kit car son ridding imagination fired fast as fleeting thoughts softly hit attempting with futility to net ideas in mind that flit

Shadow Of My Life

Shadow Of My Life short poem

You are my life. … Who gives me hope.. .. At each step … And keeps me warm. …. At my heart. …. And makes me feel.. .. To be so special. … I really cannot explain. .. The place

Resurrection

Resurrection short poem

Suddenly the chasms have closed And the gaping holes have healed There is fullness around me That I can so clearly feel I have no questions now But I have no answers either I am content to just let it

Death – An Untold Truth – Part 3

Death – An Untold Truth – Part 3 short poem

Death is truly traitorous It is highly cancerous; But dealing adventurous With animals herbivorous. Death is truly traitorous It is highly decorous With examples numerous Of behavior scabrous. Death is truly traitorous It is highly glamorous Though itself timorous As

The Longevity In Seconds

The Longevity In Seconds long poem

Let’s, you and I, have secs. Let’s have seconds that lead to minutes that lead to hours that lead to days. For entertainment purposes, let’s enter our secs for roles in ‘special’ theatrical plays in which we’re allowed to act

Let Passion Consume You

Let Passion Consume You short poem

Find something you’re passionate about and let it consume you. Do not run from it. Let it keep you awake for 48 hours at a time. And while you’re running on zero sleep, create the next wonder of the world.

Happiness, Happiness

Happiness, Happiness prose poem

Upon a child’s first cry Upon boy/girl getting laurels When father gets promotion When a new house is bought When the first poem is published When love is reciprocated When good food is served When a beggar gets sufficient alms

Poco,forever Friend

Poco,forever Friend short poem

She looks at me with soulful eyes;her brows raised in a question She looks almost like she is smiling,all I have to do is make the suggestion Don”t even have to say a word,Just pick up the leash and put

Birth Of A Star

Birth Of A Star short poem

Well and here I am in New York City Looking like I just stepped out of Vogue And the confidence I display screams GQ In these and those studio photos and Many high fashion magazines then it’s off To Hollywood

Ringing Of Bell

Ringing Of Bell short poem

Sound of Bell is an experience to thrill When the school Bell rings for class to begin students experience creek sound with their heart beating at random When the school Bell rings for class to end Students feel rhythmic sound

The Quit

The Quit long poem

‘Twas the month before Christmas, I was feeling quite pleased 16 days since I smoked, 16 days since I wheezed The ashtrays were stashed, my lighter long gone The cravings more tolerable, not nearly as strong I reminded myself. “don’t

Remember

Remember short poem

Remember We have walked to the end. An hour, at our place by the river. Before our minds erase, let’s remember the grass we flattened. The jumping waterboatman, tickling fish, restless cicadas. Let’s relive our life, our stories, dares, ambitions,

Get Back To The Basics

Get Back To The Basics long poem

get back to the basics busting fat laces running the bases it used to be cool to obey the golden rule yet that went out the door in 64 open the door for your neighbor then you can chill on

Happiness Everywhere

Happiness Everywhere short poem

The wait for the last period of sport’s hour in a long day of school, The sight of home when you are back after a long time, The horn of dad’s vehicle when doing homework at home, The sip of

Of Time And Chains

Of Time And Chains short poem

A quest for celestial insanity brings some comfort. Somewhere the script had failed. Only man was not responsible for the exiled sun. No longer the earth obeys the numbers. Wait, my mother I will enter into your bones and increase

Turning Point

Turning Point long poem

I look at my body and still can’t believe, How did I manage to do this to me, How could I ever stand such pain, When I harmed myself time and again. I wanted to scream and I wanted to

My Day One

My Day One short poem

My mom wished me good luck with tears, I entered into a new world with fears. A 2*2 cubicle at the end, A gem like Team Lead at stand, A plethora of work sheets, Which seemed all Greeks. I have

Road Ahead…

Road Ahead... short poem

Road ahead of us Cannot be assessed Mind of a woman Cannot be gauged Length of a Tunnel Cannot be measured Sayings of a Sage Cannot be understood The time when Earth Bounces Cannot be figured out While such is

Places To Put Me

Places To Put Me sonnet poems

If you could keep my time in a glass jar And hidden in plain sight for all to see They would see a soul that longs to run far Or a heart that stands strong but wants to flee. If

I Can’t Turn Back

I  Cant Turn Back short poem

I have traveled a thousand miles and reach thus far exhausted and bone sore I must rest refreshed and rejuvenated I am ready to soldier on but the will is gone I must stay longer I must rest longer my sore

Sandpaper

Sandpaper short poem

let me start a * bid for the right to light the pyre of the bond; who would not believe, the benign bony fingers had written off the desires, from lips to hips may you go to find the sludge