Poems About Utopia Seeking Honest Critique
#utopia
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
13th Apr 2024 8:31pm
13th Apr 2024 8:31pm
Monoliths
Wintry tears drip deep,
into icy, dark waters
The stream is endless,
as she came to me in the form of paradise
As I envisioned
I made a decision
Wisdom floats
as infinity awaits
into icy, dark waters
The stream is endless,
as she came to me in the form of paradise
As I envisioned
I made a decision
Wisdom floats
as infinity awaits
#utopia
#winter
#water
#nature
#wisdom
26 reads
2 Comments
MusicallyMrM
Poem Published
19th Mar 2024 8:52pm
19th Mar 2024 8:52pm
L.B.F. (An Insatiable dream......)
#utopia
#sensual
#seductive
195 reads
4 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
10th Mar 2024 4:40pm
10th Mar 2024 4:40pm
Who Possesses My Soul?
I can't understand this but I'm dead and I'm talking to you right now
Sounds crazy but it's true.
I was lowered into the ground yesterday around noon
My DOD was 3 days prior
What's really strange is that I remember being placed in the coffin
4 carpeted walls surround me
All different walks of religion say the same thing, a beautiful utopia awaits
Well where is it?
No one greeted me at the gates of heaven
Is this Purgatory?
I have not entered a state of peace, tranquility and serenity
Instead, I've been eager, agitated and...
Sounds crazy but it's true.
I was lowered into the ground yesterday around noon
My DOD was 3 days prior
What's really strange is that I remember being placed in the coffin
4 carpeted walls surround me
All different walks of religion say the same thing, a beautiful utopia awaits
Well where is it?
No one greeted me at the gates of heaven
Is this Purgatory?
I have not entered a state of peace, tranquility and serenity
Instead, I've been eager, agitated and...
#death
#utopia
#religion
#heaven
#hell
115 reads
6 Comments
cabcool
Poem Published
6th Mar 2024 11:00pm
6th Mar 2024 11:00pm
the pleasant land
The people refused to enter The Pleasant Land, for they wouldn’t
believe His promise to care for them.”― Psalm 106:24 NLT
the silent night sings strange songs,
whose tonics bring no healing to my soul;
for melodies my heart longs,
to classify the pieces of my whole
into their sovereign places.
discordant chords rage bitter
upon the palate of my reverie,
no resolutions fitter
for tears that rivulet my eyes. i see
life's unrepentant faces
that, like the sun, delude me,
though on the edge of...
believe His promise to care for them.”― Psalm 106:24 NLT
the silent night sings strange songs,
whose tonics bring no healing to my soul;
for melodies my heart longs,
to classify the pieces of my whole
into their sovereign places.
discordant chords rage bitter
upon the palate of my reverie,
no resolutions fitter
for tears that rivulet my eyes. i see
life's unrepentant faces
that, like the sun, delude me,
though on the edge of...
#utopia
#mountains
#music
#lyrics
#travel
76 reads
0 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
5th Feb 2024 00:29am
5th Feb 2024 00:29am
Patty O Furniture
Some low slung February sun
tried to warm the afternoon breeze
by having fresh vortical fun
on its way through the neighborhood trees
It was a frisky sky today
daring me to stop and stare
and to stay awhile and play
in the finest midwinter air
And so I watched the branches dance
and birdshadow race through the grass
to stop and sing birdsong romance
for fledgling flights at outdoor class
I saw the squirrels come and go
and at the birdbath take a sip
in backlit sunbeam ripple glow ...
tried to warm the afternoon breeze
by having fresh vortical fun
on its way through the neighborhood trees
It was a frisky sky today
daring me to stop and stare
and to stay awhile and play
in the finest midwinter air
And so I watched the branches dance
and birdshadow race through the grass
to stop and sing birdsong romance
for fledgling flights at outdoor class
I saw the squirrels come and go
and at the birdbath take a sip
in backlit sunbeam ripple glow ...
#utopia
114 reads
10 Comments
cabcool
Poem Published
26th Oct 2023 7:27pm
26th Oct 2023 7:27pm
>¡* >¡* >¡* dreaming
All that we see or seem is but a dream
within a dream.”―Edgar Allan Poe
mine are not nighttime pillow dreams
that are, at daybreak, fled;
they come forth, bursting at the seams,
when slumberfest is dead.
my eyes are open widest, when
i gaze upon the face
of destinations far from men
...
within a dream.”―Edgar Allan Poe
mine are not nighttime pillow dreams
that are, at daybreak, fled;
they come forth, bursting at the seams,
when slumberfest is dead.
my eyes are open widest, when
i gaze upon the face
of destinations far from men
...
#dreams
#inspirational
#utopia #LifeGoals
#utopia #LifeGoals
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cabcool
Poem Published
27th Sep 2023 8:11pm
27th Sep 2023 8:11pm
chasing the big dream
a meandering view of the pursuit of happiness
A KristinaX-cabcool Collab
if you are the sun,
then i am the moon;
wherever you run,
follow must i, soon.
for you are the light
that shines from above
to furnish me sight,
lest vainly i rove.
i shine but for thee—
how sweet a delight
...
A KristinaX-cabcool Collab
if you are the sun,
then i am the moon;
wherever you run,
follow must i, soon.
for you are the light
that shines from above
to furnish me sight,
lest vainly i rove.
i shine but for thee—
how sweet a delight
...
#romantic
#friendship
#dreams
#utopia
#philosophical
210 reads
5 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
19th Sep 2023 9:59pm
19th Sep 2023 9:59pm
Yard Globe Sisyphus
I have moonbeams illuminate my dreams
To transmute the midnight mind into gold
Through the alchemy of Morphean streams,
From hell, to hyper-Uranian cold...
And in that Zephyr blast of lofty air
Are all the fevered scenes of dire hope
Amid nightmares that contrast and compare
Memento mori with immortal scope;
That girandole lens the gods would abuse
As the Sauron eye of old doom and gloom
Which the low born man will treat as a muse
Where ratio and proportion will bloom
Beyond the Eden we all thought we knew...
Of pain for most,...
To transmute the midnight mind into gold
Through the alchemy of Morphean streams,
From hell, to hyper-Uranian cold...
And in that Zephyr blast of lofty air
Are all the fevered scenes of dire hope
Amid nightmares that contrast and compare
Memento mori with immortal scope;
That girandole lens the gods would abuse
As the Sauron eye of old doom and gloom
Which the low born man will treat as a muse
Where ratio and proportion will bloom
Beyond the Eden we all thought we knew...
Of pain for most,...
#utopia
113 reads
6 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
19th Sep 2023 6:59pm
19th Sep 2023 6:59pm
Hard Core Bo Peep 3
Once under an olive tree we coddled
And in summer's noontime shade, perspired.
By only each other's limbs were we swaddled
Since it was too hot to be attired.
Surrendered to your beauty, and your staff,
I feel as a member of the flock,
But the lambs will not linger at your laugh
Nor please your ears with lyrical talk.
Let us together drain a skin of wine!
Let us dance beneath the midsummer sky!
On plenitude of olives we will dine
Or turn unwanted rams into a pie!
And if all of this should fail to please, ...
And in summer's noontime shade, perspired.
By only each other's limbs were we swaddled
Since it was too hot to be attired.
Surrendered to your beauty, and your staff,
I feel as a member of the flock,
But the lambs will not linger at your laugh
Nor please your ears with lyrical talk.
Let us together drain a skin of wine!
Let us dance beneath the midsummer sky!
On plenitude of olives we will dine
Or turn unwanted rams into a pie!
And if all of this should fail to please, ...
#utopia
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MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
19th Sep 2023 10:39am
19th Sep 2023 10:39am
Hard Core Bo Peep 2
Sweet shepherdess of aching desire;
Tug softly on the ewe of loaded teat,
Or knead love's cornucopian lyre,
But beat it not like some farm boy's meat.
Oh! Daintily pluck your eyebrow hair
Which will slowly sprout on our bivouacs,
Then pour fine wine upon our bodies bare
To dance like wild Dionysiacs!
Bring to my lips your comely thumb,
And whisper..."you have me when you say 'knead'".
Then with that thumb, the lyre to strum,
Where soon your joy is adroitly freed...
As free to frolic as the wild lamb,
Or...
Tug softly on the ewe of loaded teat,
Or knead love's cornucopian lyre,
But beat it not like some farm boy's meat.
Oh! Daintily pluck your eyebrow hair
Which will slowly sprout on our bivouacs,
Then pour fine wine upon our bodies bare
To dance like wild Dionysiacs!
Bring to my lips your comely thumb,
And whisper..."you have me when you say 'knead'".
Then with that thumb, the lyre to strum,
Where soon your joy is adroitly freed...
As free to frolic as the wild lamb,
Or...
#utopia
61 reads
2 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
19th Sep 2023 9:49am
19th Sep 2023 9:49am
Hard Core Bo Peep 1
Sweet shepherdess; awake and hear the dove
That tries to raise you from your slumber!
Startle it not into the sky above
When the Morphean grip you disencumber!
Seek instead to encounter my embrace
And suffer the onslaught of ready lips
Upon the idyll beauty of your face,
And sometimes even on your naked hips!
Be predisposed to my bucolic touch
And respire in the pastoral heat
Which has us both up at night so much
That at the strike of noon we both are beat,
Beaten by the love we try to capture
Pursuing mutton,...
That tries to raise you from your slumber!
Startle it not into the sky above
When the Morphean grip you disencumber!
Seek instead to encounter my embrace
And suffer the onslaught of ready lips
Upon the idyll beauty of your face,
And sometimes even on your naked hips!
Be predisposed to my bucolic touch
And respire in the pastoral heat
Which has us both up at night so much
That at the strike of noon we both are beat,
Beaten by the love we try to capture
Pursuing mutton,...
#utopia
66 reads
4 Comments
Ald
Poem Published
29th Aug 2023 7:21am
29th Aug 2023 7:21am
The rose.
She walks pastel colours and
I dream gruid ground floor
in the mat of weeds-.Me
She walks pastel colours and
I dream faany's
savouring fruches- Mother
She walks pastel colours
I dream song in
Mat mail nail.-Sister.
I dream gruid ground floor
in the mat of weeds-.Me
She walks pastel colours and
I dream faany's
savouring fruches- Mother
She walks pastel colours
I dream song in
Mat mail nail.-Sister.
#utopia
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