SFPS2's poems

The Skies are Still Blue Under the Gray Clouds

You're having a bad time
On this cloudy day
Bad things have happened, like a pie in your face
An F on your test, or you fell in the mud
So you look up and see
That the clouds have turned gray
And now it's raining
It's quite a bad day
But do not fret
Because although the clouds are gray
And it's a rainy day
Above those clouds
Are still beautiful blue skies
The sun still shines bright, like a light
And the top of those gray clouds that rain
Are fluffy white tops that subdue all pain
Because always,
The skies are still blue under the grey clouds.

-Open to fixing and corrections, and would be nice.

Inspiration: I was coming home from my vacation on a plane, and apparently the place we were going to was raining pretty badly. But when we got there, above the cities and still above the clouds, the skies were still blue, and the sun was shining brightly. The clouds actually looked like a fluffy white. It was some beautiful scenery, let me tell you! But when we got down, the clouds started turning gray, and the whole place was either drizzling or raining. Either way, there was a lot of water drops. And then I came up with the name of this poem.

What is Utopia?

Once, you posed an interesting question in class,
"What is a utopia?"
The teacher said, "It's probably a place that will never come to pass."
And then I raised my hand, and asked,
"But what is it?"
He replied, as was his teacher-involved task,
"It's supposed to be a perfect world."
And then the bell rang, and that was the end of the school week.
We said our good-byes, and left.
Kids were running and screaming, but we stayed quiet and meek
But in the end, we were all glowing with happiness that it was the week.
But your question kept me wondering, and you were right,
What is a utopia?
And so over the weekend, I thought,
And thought, and thought
But I couldn't think of a lot
The perfect world?
You mean one with adventure with lots of excitement?
All the tasty food in the world that you could just eat?
One with many games that you could play?
One where we're all friends?
A nice, colorful world where there's a play to just lay?
No reason for death? No reason for anger?
You tell the truth, and don't have to lie?
No reason for strife? No reason for vengeance?
No reason for prejudice? No reason to cry?
Just peace?
Is that the perfect world?
I wondered, and I asked my teacher, is that the perfect world?
He said, "Yes, and no."
I inquired again, "What do you mean?"
"It's the perfect world for you; but is it the perfect world for everyone?"
"Why, sure. It's for anyone."
"But that's where it ends. It's a good world. But everyone is different."
And then I got it.
There is never just one utopia.
There are just too many different people out in the world.
I said, "So there can never be any one utopia?"
He nodded.
But then my teacher added, "But it's the only world we have."
And then I smiled, and said,
"And we have to make the best of it."

-Any thoughts, comments, or corrects would be appreciated.

Inspiration- John Lennon's "Imagine". It's a very powerful song that's just amazing. Describing a world that doesn't separate us, but instead, connects us. But even if it's just a dream, he's "not the only one."