"unnaturalness" poems - Hello Poetry

There's no sullying its consternation of him in her, her in him. A downy black of exquisite precaution...pops its ruffled heretofore and floats. As if a night cocked back its neck to calculate the trauma, longingly poised as a swivel of mottled blood. The black swan's eyes fork some bygone coruscation to their very top...as if in the throes of demonic rapture. Whereby reality's moments of lucidity seem to catch frozen frames in want of editing. Thereupon...as there it is, as there it goes...the black swan subsumes, wears the guise of regal unnaturalness. A betokened freak loosed...loosed...so...softly, at maximum indifference...O black swan.

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Oct 27, 2014

Oct 27, 2014 at 10:16 AM UTC

Onoma

Black Swan

There's no sullying its consternation of him in her, her in him. A downy black of exquisite precaution...pops its ruffled heretofore and floats. As if a night cocked back its neck to calculate the trauma, longingly poised as a swivel of mottled blood. The black swan's eyes fork some bygone coruscation to their very top...as if in the throes of demonic rapture. Whereby reality's moments of lucidity seem to catch frozen frames in want of editing. Thereupon...as there it is, as there it goes...the black swan subsumes, wears the guise of regal unnaturalness. A betokened freak loosed...loosed...so...softly, at maximum indifference...O black swan.

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I get out of my car Walk towards the sliding doors That open to a paradise of food I pass through to the promised land Picking up a red basket The bright lights hit my face The packages all neatly nestled Look at me with pleading eyes Pick me, choose me, take me home Products gently cradled in my basket I stop to compare and contrast Low fat, sugar-free Fiber! Moving along, passing this or that Surrounded by endless choices Suddenly I stop in the chip isle And it hits me The unnaturalness of it all The fos fluorescent lights The plastic cradles The smear of bright colors The pleading eyes Slogans of the pre-packaged soul It’s a brisk February afternoon And I find myself crying Alone In the grocery store

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Aug 27, 2010

Aug 27, 2010 at 10:50 AM UTC

ashlie-irene

Aisle 4

I get out of my car Walk towards the sliding doors That open to a paradise of food I pass through to the promised land Picking up a red basket The bright lights hit my face The packages all neatly nestled Look at me with pleading eyes Pick me, choose me, take me home Products gently cradled in my basket I stop to compare and contrast Low fat, sugar-free Fiber! Moving along, passing this or that Surrounded by endless choices Suddenly I stop in the chip isle And it hits me The unnaturalness of it all The fos fluorescent lights The plastic cradles The smear of bright colors The pleading eyes Slogans of the pre-packaged soul It’s a brisk February afternoon And I find myself crying Alone In the grocery store

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Hereabouts was inearthed the grief of an infatuate; Beneath the moonlight and clinged by deception; Thou, one and only sol in the murkiness; Pour spilled, imbrued the prediction away from the windfall; Thou, who laughed there then shivered forsakenly? presumed a northwind that never tied up here; Was life span soundless as the unnaturalness of the ambiguity? conversed without confab, forsaken the anguish each one raindrops; Hasten the broken heart in the wake of thee; When silhouette remains anonymous, hence thou stand synonymous; thence it's tiring to imitate its fascination; how afflicts sweet taste of hyperbole from a guileless lip; Thou laud me, when thou stare me in emptiness; Thou palter me, when thou don't seek about my beauty; Thou vanished, when thou don't see amore anymore...

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Jan 16, 2015

Jan 16, 2015 at 12:45 PM UTC

philosophilia

Thou

Hereabouts was inearthed the grief of an infatuate; Beneath the moonlight and clinged by deception; Thou, one and only sol in the murkiness; Pour spilled, imbrued the prediction away from the windfall; Thou, who laughed there then shivered forsakenly? presumed a northwind that never tied up here; Was life span soundless as the unnaturalness of the ambiguity? conversed without confab, forsaken the anguish each one raindrops; Hasten the broken heart in the wake of thee; When silhouette remains anonymous, hence thou stand synonymous; thence it's tiring to imitate its fascination; how afflicts sweet taste of hyperbole from a guileless lip; Thou laud me, when thou stare me in emptiness; Thou palter me, when thou don't seek about my beauty; Thou vanished, when thou don't see amore anymore...

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