Poetry: Utopia|Dystopia

I have English this semester. WOOHOO. (No sarcasm, I actually love English). This is my tribute to its wonderfulness. I love the poetry unit. -Sigh-
From the title, I’m sure you can tell that it’s about a utopian and dystopian society. Watch for where it transitions from utopia to dystopia in the midst of the poem~
Lalalala, enjoy 🙂

Utopia|Dystopia

She weaved and conceived
A world, with just her mind.
Imagined and believed
There existed a land, refined.
She sat down in her wooden chaise;
Drifted into candy floss clouds.
It was a factory of living clichés;
Her mind speaking aloud.

There lived a civilization;
Angelic and divine.
A masterpiece of God’s creations
Of gold spun hair so fine,
Skin with a cherry blossoms dye,
Delicate flower petal lips,
Twinkling dewdrop eyes,
Dainty gentle fingertips.

Routines and regulations;
Not a hair out of place.
A daily repetition of actions
With rigid rules, no mistakes.
They preserved this equality
To sustain peace and order.
No surprises to shatter the tranquility
Of the empire behind borders.

These citizens, they were
Indifferent but smiley.
Had Chesire cat’s grin and purr,
But only felt one shade of happy.
Boys and girls showered in
Treasures, money, and jewels;
Like King Henry to Anne Boleyn.
No, as spoiled selfish fools.

She lived in euphoria,
Until smiles grew phony,
Gentle fingers began to claw,
Soft gazes became stony,
Bright eyes dulled and blurred,
Rose petal lips splintered and dried,
Peach skin turned pasty and puckered,
Tawny silk hair ripped out and died.

In time, rules could not bind
her imagination;
The wings of her mind.
Never was there perfection,
Just figments of bliss.

It did not rain, and they did not cry.
No one ever explored;
Limit was ground, not the sky.
Perhaps that is why she grew bored
Of this world she weaved and conceived,
Which she no longer believed.
Perfection could not be imposed;
For once, her eyes were open not closed.