Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Daivik Feb 2021
Where truth itself defines
The postulates of humankind

Where the blaze of dreams is alright
And burns with all its might
Where humanity conquers over
The darkness deep inside
Where every man is free
And live a decent life

Where the do not die
But are in golden words immortalized
Where the right and just do not succumb
To the devil's evil designs

Where thoughts are acknowledged
The light of hope is shown
Where knowledge defeats ignorance
The ultimate truth is known

Where the river of piety flows
From glacier of purity, undeterred
To serve those all those suffering
Their own illusions' plight
Where sun of conscience glows
And where that glow is bright

Where restless souls find
There goals in this holy life
And are not by sinful desires enticed

Where earth is adored
Life is respected
Good work is appreciated
Goals are met with
Where there isn't any greed
Where corrupt souls are enlightened
This holy mind is freed
My first poem
Daivik Feb 2021
Where truth itself defines
The postulates of humankind

Where the blaze of dreams is alright
And burns with all its might
Where humanity conquers over
The darkness deep inside
Where every man is free
And live a decent life

Where the do not die
But are in golden words immortalized
Where the right and just do not succumb
To the devil's evil designs

Where thoughts are acknowledged
The light of hope is shown
Where knowledge defeats ignorance
The ultimate truth is known

Where the river of piety flows
From glacier of purity, undeterred
To serve those all those suffering
Their own illusions' plight
Where sun of conscience glows
And where that glow is bright

Where restless souls find
There goals in this holy life
And are not by sinful desires enticed

Where earth is adored
Life is respected
Good work is appreciated
Goals are met with
Where there isn't any greed
Where corrupt souls are enlightened
This holy mind is freed

Where questioned are reasoned
Reasons are question
Where art still survives
Philosophers philosophize
Happiness is forever enshrined
And unity is on the rise

Where love is maintained
For the hateful there ain't no room
Where peace and joy reign overs
Shadows of terror and gloom

Where truth is in constant fight
With the dragon of a thousand lies
Where the confident lion roars through
The ever anxious night

Where the sincere and honest do not suffer atrocities
Where deprived aren't led to immorality

Where the good actually win
No excuse justifies inhumanity
Nothing shatters our inhumanity

Where crime is unheard of
Where crime is unknown
Justice is for all
Democracy lives on
The tree of wisdom
Covers all

Where love is the key
To all of life's problems
Camaraderie is in the air
And charity in very corner

There is mutual respect
Where there is trust
Apologies aren't shameful
No mind is disturbed

Where all are brave enough to fight the wrong
Every one follows humanity's laws

Where those who take give
Poverty doesn't exist
Where sun of hope rises
And sets only when aims are fulfilled

Where curiosity never ends
We all can friends
Nobody defends
Wars and revenge

Where the helpless aren't left to seek refuge in the evil
The disappointed keep on believing

Good deeds are enough for glory
All are fed, clothed and homed
No job is small
Every talent is honed

Where the light of good sears through
Clouds of stupid follies
Where every self is allowed
To write his own story

Teachings aren't just remembered
But followed by mortal souls
Where to work hard for humanity
For it to perspire
To die for it
Is the only goal

Everyone's allowed to live
Their own reality
Nobody falls into
The abyss of depravity
Every individual
Has equality

Where no one makes
Mother Nature cry
Her children live under her smile

Where beauty, joy, life,
Truth, contentment, light,
Love wisdom, free mind,
Honesty and purity thrive

There everyone's God resides
There true Utopia lies
In our very minds
My first poem
Winter Jan 2021
At the top of the world
my inferno swells
consuming
the masquerade
of my blood heart
once, founded upon red mountain
I lost myself
in billows of black,
my sordid hands
slipped
through the sands of time-
a pyramid of translucent rage
within
my whimsical mind
pathed an oblivion
spiraling
down
to the depths of the sea.

There my soul awaits
slain,
encapsulated by
ice and a curse-
forever, he writhes trapped
in shards
of tormented black
glass
they cut
cut
cut
his frosted wings dead
eaten alive
by
living sea bed
yet
the shadow of his touch
still
crystalizes
my fear.

Then alone
we atone

so emboldened
his & my
****** & pulse
wrapped in rebirth
we rise
to blinding lights
longing
to taste
world's end-
before our
blank
utopia
begins
with song
in C-minor.


Jennifer Alé
spoken word poetry
MØ Fitas Nov 2020
She
she reminds me of
magnificent blue waves
raging from the deep dark ocean
reclaiming coast-line without mercy
breaking into thousand shades of blue
purple and green

just under the stars
the water glows bright
in a hue of turquoise
from the plankton amassed

it is warm
inviting
safe

safer than any other place
you could find yourself in
despite all

it is magickal, unreal
a breathing utopia

she makes you desire
to breath underwater
never leaving that place of wonder
I wrote this based on a poem written in Bulgarian by one of my closest friends. It follows the theme of her poem closely although it contains some adaptations.
Druzzayne Rika Sep 2020
Technology,
You know me so well
I share everything with you first
You know everything about me
Things I might not even be aware about
You bring me to Utopia with each touch
A single swipe, and I get my cup of tea
But how bad could you be for me
I have increasingly decreasing attention
I am just a tool to you
A point to collect more data to sell
And sell away to manipulators
And attack me with new intelligence
I am always gullible
Technology, I can't live without you
I need you more than I thirst for water
why do you set out to destroy my entire race?
Hammad Sep 2020
My Dear!
Don't you know?
I 'd carved your name
in my heart
and locked it
inside a box
of devotion

the keys
were thrown away
in the river
of love..

So my dear
There's no going back  - for me

All the boats
of doubts
have been burnt
before you could
be taken away...

All the bridges
of mistrust
have collapsed
So we could not
walk out
on each other

All the egoes and prides
been buried

There's nothing
but our own
constellation
of hope and dreams


So tell me now
How are you
planning to escape from
"never- never land"...
Shevek Appleyard Aug 2020
A childhood of blackberry stained fingers and butterfly kisses
That turned into cigarette scented Sundays
Mondays alarm is hardly the birth of a phoenix
Everything is so loud
So you make playlists to block the days out
Talk to therapists so your voice drowns the sounds
Of hearts beating to the symmetry of structure
Evenings spent drifting through conspiracies
That put your mind in and out of ease

I have a shortcut, I can show you

Into a world of leaves
Your hair will tangle with the trees
The rain will batter you
Wet silk and scars
Mark promises on your legs
But smoky seasoned scrambled eggs
And a woodpecker at a pine
Is now your divine alarm clock
It will curve your mood
Become your instinct
You’ll be able to tell
When thorns become soft
You dress to un-impress
Ragged ankles of an empress
Enter your utopia

On carpets of brambles
To be danced above
A crumpled tent hosts
Seven sweet sisters
Fresh from the flames
Soul mates are on auction
Interviewed by ghosts
Who decide your wedding gown
You are never unqualified
Don’t let the cold get you down
Don’t let the past nourish you
The way you forget to let the sun do
Hidden in the woods
Branches block the dreams out
Climb to where the schemes rhyme
Disregard your sodden socks
The needles of a helpless hairbrush
Accept the untameable
As you stumble, wild
Your soles bare
You know your worth
Your place upon the earth
You curl up in the dirt
But there’s a nice view
And it’s a green that patterns the cosmos
Subsides the madman’s blood lust
It’s the eyes of your mother
And the scent of an absent lover
Let it cushion you

At least until Monday
Let me take you to my happy place
-elixir- Aug 2020
The distorted utopia swallows
me in into the bed of ghosted souls
among the thorns of lies that
pile on with twisted smiles
and words of sugar.

The deserted lands that once saw
joy lay parched with fear of pain.
The permanent is the new flaw,
That drives the winds of pleasure away,
as I hide in my shadows.
FLAWED
Mitch Prax Jul 2020
It's a long way to
utopia so make sure
to bring your coffin

8:37 PM
26/7/20
Next page