Long Poems About Utopia
#utopia
AaronBraveHeart
Poem Published
8th May 2021 2:26pm
8th May 2021 2:26pm
The Shadow In Fingon's Heart
Fingon, why you're ill?"
I whispered, caring for his health.
Did I sense a shadow's chills,
for it silently and moistly dwelt...
I always sensed this faithful hope,
the Finwe house was prior to the Ring,
the Eternal Now ends as a suicide rope?
But Fingon's blessed, angelic wings...
No, Time leaks everywhere ~
forward and backwards as a curse ~
I don't want to see you, elve, there...
where Sauron would do the worst.
Please immediately heal.
Right before my eyes...
It may be the empirical will.
Before...
I whispered, caring for his health.
Did I sense a shadow's chills,
for it silently and moistly dwelt...
I always sensed this faithful hope,
the Finwe house was prior to the Ring,
the Eternal Now ends as a suicide rope?
But Fingon's blessed, angelic wings...
No, Time leaks everywhere ~
forward and backwards as a curse ~
I don't want to see you, elve, there...
where Sauron would do the worst.
Please immediately heal.
Right before my eyes...
It may be the empirical will.
Before...
#hope
#evil
#utopia
#illness
#JRRTolkien
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3 Comments
joegracegrace
Joe Grace
Joe Grace
Poem Published
19th Mar 2021 8:54am
19th Mar 2021 8:54am
Why Was LINCOLN Such a Zealot Against SLAVERY ??!!
Well, for one thing, his father would rent him out to the neighbors to work in their fields, etc.
And after young Abe got paid, his father would demand that he turn the money over to him.
So Abe experienced what it was like to work hard without pay.
But was that sort of injustice comparable to real slavery??!!
Not really, for Abe escaped being beaten half to death while he worked for the neighbors.
Whereas for black slaves getting beaten was fairly common.
Also, at night Abe was known to read plays by Shakespeare, or other books.
Whereas, slaves...
And after young Abe got paid, his father would demand that he turn the money over to him.
So Abe experienced what it was like to work hard without pay.
But was that sort of injustice comparable to real slavery??!!
Not really, for Abe escaped being beaten half to death while he worked for the neighbors.
Whereas for black slaves getting beaten was fairly common.
Also, at night Abe was known to read plays by Shakespeare, or other books.
Whereas, slaves...
#utopia
#heaven
#hell
412 reads
4 Comments
ohmy_engrish
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Poem Published
22nd Jan 2021 9:00pm
22nd Jan 2021 9:00pm
Labyrinth
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Don’t look far away
Where sadness waits for us
Let both our eyes close
Kiss me here and now
A sweetly melting melody
Here, I’m drawn in
A labyrinthine paradise
No exit in my view
No ending for us two
Oh just surround me
I long for you
Don’t come in my way
This midnight paradise
Without a breath even
I deep dive right in
An intimate dance
Between us
...
Don’t look far away
Where sadness waits for us
Let both our eyes close
Kiss me here and now
A sweetly melting melody
Here, I’m drawn in
A labyrinthine paradise
No exit in my view
No ending for us two
Oh just surround me
I long for you
Don’t come in my way
This midnight paradise
Without a breath even
I deep dive right in
An intimate dance
Between us
...
#love
#utopia
#escape #dance
#escape #dance
358 reads
2 Comments
MusicallyMrM
Poem Published
10th Sep 2020 3:23am
10th Sep 2020 3:23am
Breaking Through the Sphincter of Gold (at the Ming Gate)
#sex
#utopia
#fire #sensual
#fire #sensual
546 reads
3 Comments
summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
18th May 2020 10:44pm
18th May 2020 10:44pm
The Soultopian Love... of our 'Amirtham' raining~ butterflying, a solid alchemy
https://youtu.be/N9xyTmVqIIc
your eyes are papery black carbonaceous conical Cuillin Scot mountains
in an immersive inversion… wet slithery shimmery eel multidimensional
projectiles in the nightish dewy running collective tears pulling my rubble
bridges in many a needful stringy concrete chalazal suspensions…
& by the scorchy summer day… erects as amazingly rugged transitions...
a rocky~ scarred ageless warrior... in but fine sugar sprinkled dispositions...
of an ever~ invitational... a globular 'kaala jamun' dome,...
your eyes are papery black carbonaceous conical Cuillin Scot mountains
in an immersive inversion… wet slithery shimmery eel multidimensional
projectiles in the nightish dewy running collective tears pulling my rubble
bridges in many a needful stringy concrete chalazal suspensions…
& by the scorchy summer day… erects as amazingly rugged transitions...
a rocky~ scarred ageless warrior... in but fine sugar sprinkled dispositions...
of an ever~ invitational... a globular 'kaala jamun' dome,...
#love
#dark
#war
#utopia
#spiritual
469 reads
4 Comments
MusicallyMrM
Poem Published
12th Mar 2020 6:52pm
12th Mar 2020 6:52pm
You Are “Euphoria"
#lust
#erotic
#utopia #dirty
#utopia #dirty
925 reads
5 Comments
dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
31st Dec 2019 10:00pm
31st Dec 2019 10:00pm
Last Day of Another Bloody Year / O'Holy Jackshits !!
the o'mighty
ill
ness
of
dis
ease, the
rem
ains
of
which are as unacceptable as slow death, shallow breathing, and
a fear far more than fright could concern itself. The sense made here
is not any variant of common sense, where commonalty brings so
much to so few, and so many times more than one would...
ill
ness
of
dis
ease, the
rem
ains
of
which are as unacceptable as slow death, shallow breathing, and
a fear far more than fright could concern itself. The sense made here
is not any variant of common sense, where commonalty brings so
much to so few, and so many times more than one would...
#MeToo
#GunControl
#utopia
#nature
#prison
469 reads
0 Comments
Rachel_Lauren
Poem Published
17th Dec 2019 11:13pm
17th Dec 2019 11:13pm
Carnival Daydreams
Bouncing down Lincoln
avenue through avenue
hookah bars and vegan bakeries
whirl past us in pink and violet hues
A movie theater with
sandy floors
is faded by the sun;
My clothes reek
of perfumed salt
perfect for the boys
who will buy
my drinks
under the
blue moon:
a vodka cocktail
Mr. Miami vendor blows bubbles for a little boy so massive...
avenue through avenue
hookah bars and vegan bakeries
whirl past us in pink and violet hues
A movie theater with
sandy floors
is faded by the sun;
My clothes reek
of perfumed salt
perfect for the boys
who will buy
my drinks
under the
blue moon:
a vodka cocktail
Mr. Miami vendor blows bubbles for a little boy so massive...
#utopia
157 reads
23 Comments
Orc_Pirate_68
Poem Published
20th Jul 2019 6:21am
20th Jul 2019 6:21am
Dreamland
A world of a million dreams,
Flowing from the soul, like streams,
Sparks in the mind,
Leaving this world behind,
Fading into the other realm,
Like a ship's captain at the helm.
Falling into a million little butterflies,
Those little parts of me, cannot disguise,
The alien that lies inside,
The dreaming state has opened the portal of my third eye wide.
Amber bubbles, from amber pools,
Float above, from their fountains, like translucent jewels,
Interflowing with the twilight, ...
Flowing from the soul, like streams,
Sparks in the mind,
Leaving this world behind,
Fading into the other realm,
Like a ship's captain at the helm.
Falling into a million little butterflies,
Those little parts of me, cannot disguise,
The alien that lies inside,
The dreaming state has opened the portal of my third eye wide.
Amber bubbles, from amber pools,
Float above, from their fountains, like translucent jewels,
Interflowing with the twilight, ...
#love
#beauty
#dreams
#utopia
#universe
537 reads
2 Comments
OyateInyanNajin
Poem Published
13th Jun 2019 2:00am
13th Jun 2019 2:00am
CROSSING OVER (2-13-03, border between Laredo, Texas & Nuevo Laredo, Mexico)
crossing over
south
of the border
out of
northern disorder
into old
southern landscapes
new
unknown
unseen to me
till now
some covered
with dirt
and trash
the accumulative
residual
side effects
of generations
of so much
disconnected humanity
as well as
others
of seemingly
untouched
even greater
vast vistas
of natural beauty
where
life seems
as...
south
of the border
out of
northern disorder
into old
southern landscapes
new
unknown
unseen to me
till now
some covered
with dirt
and trash
the accumulative
residual
side effects
of generations
of so much
disconnected humanity
as well as
others
of seemingly
untouched
even greater
vast vistas
of natural beauty
where
life seems
as...
#utopia
#heaven
#hell
433 reads
3 Comments
cabcool
Poem Published
22nd May 2019 3:43am
22nd May 2019 3:43am
utopia concealed
i can only imagine
And I saw a new heaven and a new earth: for the first heaven and the first
earth were passed away; and there was no more sea. Rev. 21:1 (KJV)
the lion and the lamb,
playmates.
the best of who i am,
no gates
to separate the earth
from heav’n.
no mothers in childbirth
pain riv’n.
i can only imagine
the glory that will be
when time loses its limits
for all eternity
no thorns upon the rose
that blooms.
no sweat upon...
And I saw a new heaven and a new earth: for the first heaven and the first
earth were passed away; and there was no more sea. Rev. 21:1 (KJV)
the lion and the lamb,
playmates.
the best of who i am,
no gates
to separate the earth
from heav’n.
no mothers in childbirth
pain riv’n.
i can only imagine
the glory that will be
when time loses its limits
for all eternity
no thorns upon the rose
that blooms.
no sweat upon...
#utopia
#universe
#heaven
564 reads
9 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
14th Apr 2019 1:33am
14th Apr 2019 1:33am
Sweet Sixteen
Being Sweet Sixteen
So, naive with all the young inspiring dreams
Some were outrageous, yet realistic as it may have seemed
I wanted to be a teacher, an actress, a flight attendant, a dancer
Model at best, a fortune teller to know all of life answers
Unfortunately, my great grandmother being of a lineage Mambo and healer in Haiti
Somehow nursing was foretold to be the essence of my creed and to accept all its healing amenities
A profession without debate was decided for me, sometimes I try to escape it and just flee
Until I see an ill being...
So, naive with all the young inspiring dreams
Some were outrageous, yet realistic as it may have seemed
I wanted to be a teacher, an actress, a flight attendant, a dancer
Model at best, a fortune teller to know all of life answers
Unfortunately, my great grandmother being of a lineage Mambo and healer in Haiti
Somehow nursing was foretold to be the essence of my creed and to accept all its healing amenities
A profession without debate was decided for me, sometimes I try to escape it and just flee
Until I see an ill being...
#utopia
#memories
#SelfReflection
618 reads
17 Comments
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