The ideal world

Imagine a world without pain,
Where no one had to suffer in vain.
Where truth would always win,
And there would be no sin.
A place where each would help a neighbour in distress,
Where none would curse but instead bless.
What if all of our own decisions were sensible,
Nothing then would seem impossible.
A world like this everyone would admire,
And it is what we all desire.
But doesn’t it sound like a visit to a different planet in space?

Because aren’t we all busy running life’s race?
We still have many miles to walk to reach there,
But we could all take a step each day if we really care.
This poem is written for Weekend Wordle #7 at A prompt each day and for Day 18 of Ultimate Blog Challenge

8 Comments Add yours

  1. it feels like poem was written and prompt was made based on it 😀 perfect reema 🙂

    1. reemwrites says:

      Thank you Sachin 🙂

  2. High, girl!
    While I realize my penname is quite morbid, yet,
    you shall find in our blogs a lotta (subliminal) moxie
    which has taken this mortal sinner yeeeeers to compile:
    I lay it ALL out for you, dear – neet-o, packaged, concise.

    Nevertheless, wouldn’t ya love an endless eternity
    of aplomBombs falling on thy indelible cranium?
    An XtraXcitinXpose with no
    zooillogical-expiration-date,
    with an IQ much higher than K2,
    and an extraordinarily, anti-establishment victory??
    Here’s what the exquisite, prolific GODy sed
    (with a most excellent detector of bull§ht):

    “Faith, hope, and love,
    the greatest of these is love –
    jump into faith…
    and you'll see with love”
    Doesn’t matter if you don’t believe (what I write);
    God believes in you.

    Meet me Upstairs, girl, where the Son never goes down
    from a passionate, lucrative iconoclasm where you’ll find
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  3. High, girl!
    While I realize my penname is quite morbid, yet,
    you shall find in our blogs a lotta (subliminal) moxie
    which has taken this mortal sinner yeeeeers to compile:
    I lay it ALL out for you, dear – neet-o, packaged, concise.

    Nevertheless, wouldn’t ya love an endless eternity
    of aplomBombs falling on thy indelible cranium?
    An XtraXcitinXpose with no
    zooillogical-expiration-date,
    with an IQ much higher than K2,
    and an extraordinarily, anti-establishment victory??
    Here’s what the exquisite, prolific GODy sed
    (with a most excellent detector of bull§ht):

    “Faith, hope, and love,
    the greatest of these is love –
    jump into faith…
    and you'll see with love”
    Doesn’t matter if you don’t believe (what I write);
    God believes in you.

    Meet me Upstairs, girl, where the Son never goes down
    from a passionate, lucrative iconoclasm where you’ll find
    nonillionsXnonillionsXnonillionsXnonillionsXnonillionsX…
    of deluxe-HTTP [<- pi] opportunities for excitement BTW.

    Do it. Do the deed, dude. Sign into the Big House.

  4. Nice! I really enjoyed and related to this writing.

  5. Simran says:

    I like the optimism in this poem 🙂

    1. reemwrites says:

      Thank you Simran 🙂

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