The Hidden Utopia

The Hidden Utopia

A Poem by Marina

Beauty lies beneath
the sands
of the stone cold river
and under waves,
During a full moon
On a starry summer night
By the beach.
 
Beauty lies in the middle of
a jungle
by the spider's spiderwebs
and in the barks of dead trees.

 

Beauty lies
on the dark side of the moon,
and beneath the molten core
of the earth.

 

Beauty lies
a million miles away from here,
on a different planet
with alien creatures
and talking bunnies.

 

Beauty lies
in the flesh of a fish
and the stomach of a starving whale

 

Beauty lies
beneath the skies and in the tears
that babies cry.

 

It lies under the creaking steps
Of an abandoned tenement building,
on main street-
by the park.
 
It lies between
two lonely trees.
 In the shadows
that loom from corners,
beauty lies.
 
Beauty lies in
the puddles
of rainwater.

 

Between the cracks,
of a broken mirror,
lies beauty.

 Beauty lies,

not on the outside

but the inside.
 
Beauty hides...
 
where no one ever looks.

© 2009 Marina


Author's Note

Marina
;D Sorry I haven't posted in a while.
You like?
I like constructive critisism.

The solar eclipse (new moon) represents everything that is hidden by other greater things of the world.

As the sun hides the moon.

;)iissketchyy.

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This is awesome. I love the imagery, the descriptions, it's just amazing. Really good job :D

Posted 15 Years Ago


Wow I spoke to soon on that other review. This poem has just bumped up to my fav. I loved the meaning behind this. This poem is truely beautiful. Awesome write!!!

Posted 15 Years Ago


this is incredible. thank you for the kind words of mine but this to me really speaks to something. i am very impressed. please more! I got swept away in a new understanding of what beauty means. thats really something special.

Posted 15 Years Ago


I Love It!

Posted 15 Years Ago



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Milf-town, MA



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