she was artificial
a counterfeit human being
her phoniness is unreal
uncalled for and unnecessary
there is an unnatural feeling about her
her words come across as lies
she is stiff, unkind and unbending
something horrible must have happened to her
at one time or another
Categories:
unnatural, woman,
Form: Free verse
Artificial heart
not genuine
Artificial intelligence
uproots the divine
Categories:
unnatural, conflict, technology,
Form: Rhyme
magazine cover
lovely beautiful turkey
painted but uncooked
Categories:
unnatural, image,
Form: Senryu
There’s really nothing real in the human reality
consumers in costumes fake personalities
skin colour hair colour forged by chemicals
superficial mammals protest tests on animals
a world organic we cover up in suits
the panic to cover natural hair roots
kidding the truth in high heeled boots
confidence found in silicone boobs
media perceptions false accents
a need for acceptance fools acting
a little is sweet but a lot is not
a lot there is and natural forgot
are people embarrassed by their true self
so insecure they parade something else
the image of society somewhat unnatural
yet we naturally act unnatural and it's factual
Categories:
unnatural, people,
Form: Rhyme
Unnatural colour
The littered path is full of colour today
A bag of BBQ crisps ripped apart as if the consumer couldn't wait to taste.
A crushed can of beer glistening through the opening of the tree.The sun is shining bright today, I can even see a bee flying toward an unfinished bottle of Pepsi.
A squirrel leaps toward a packet of sweets adding to the collection of colours I greet. A silver casing for a pie but not just any pie it's beef and onion. Plastic bags glimmering behind the bushes and trees, every step I take a new shade of the bags explode into sight.
I don't know why I ventured down here today, it always makes me sad to see nature this way.
Danielle Golding.
Categories:
unnatural, appreciation, beauty, color, emotions,
Form: I do not know?
Do take what I'm about to say seriously
Don't take it the wrong way
We're out here together lost
Trying to find a way to save our day
The Sun is nearly set
The footpath disappeared along the way
Our torches are fading quickly
The cold is settling in to stay
Come here and take my hand
We can't break this grip 'till day
The woods are closing in on us
The starlight glistens so far away
There's no help around for miles
Our error in judgement will make us pay
Do take what I'm about to say seriously
Don't take it the wrong way
There's something not right here with us?
My senses feel it's watching us like we're prey
There's something in these woods?
Unnatural!
It's circling around us
Closing!
We will never get away!
Categories:
unnatural, conflict, lost, night, scary,
Form: Dramatic Verse
It is completely dark.
There nothing to be seen in the night.
Then with a crack of light,
that unnatural sight,
of seeing clearly in the night.
Categories:
unnatural, beauty, dark, night, storm,
Form: I do not know?
unnatural is a pause of heart,
streams crown'd slow with rusted leaves,
time's slow slide in autumn's light,
must move, always, on to the right,
the tillage of the mortal grasp,
sweat and salted leather both,
of blistered skin on graven plow,
left crumbled shocks of past and now,
grasp the simple and be wise,
ships soon founder, days will pass,
proud men smirk with worldly brides,
while dreadnoughts rust in firth and tides,
on wrinkled brow cold wind blows bone,
dry rattled under parchment skin,
collect the dew, release the sun,
a child's face shines now for more than one,
warmed by friction years in love's cruel reign,
the fleshy cleat held blood coil rope,
storm anchored both the quick and dead,
can generations clot the minutes bled?
but love, ah! again with love,
shivered cool in morning's light,
in small hands fragile forever waits,
cozened the morrow from clever fates.
Categories:
unnatural, child, love, time,
Form: Free verse
A baby conceived is nothing more than the fruit of its mother's womb and the seed of its father's loin. In a mother's womb a baby is an unnatural, squirmy, annoying miracle of life.
When I was with child I wanted to runaway, but then the phenomena would still be with me. Everywhere I went those fluttering toes under my ribs, a grape fruit size budge trying to burst through my flesh. Oh how I wished for the movement to stop. When it did I prayed for my baby to start moving again.
As the fruit of my womb grew my belly expand beyond belief. Carrying that small bundle of joy is the most annoying part of having baby. The pushing and the screaming was scary, but most rewarding in the end.
Categories:
unnatural, family, baby, baby, fruit,
Form: Prose Poetry
Sometimes I create auras
That are not of my nature
I fumble around in time
And find a way out
Russell Sivey
Categories:
unnatural, inspirational, life,
Form: Dodoitsu
Road span of knots,
panels off line,
concrete of slopes,
signs every mile.
Dogged heart beats,
all here in haste,
tense nerves of streets,
the last – the first,
Wheel marks of brake,
air petrol fume,
black traces fade,
combustion doom.
Wrong pulse on earth,
neurons at odds,
no cares on death,
tired soul of clots.
Categories:
unnatural, death
Form: Rhyme
Don't pity me in the mingle
of a sunshine smeared midnight
where my green-eyed egos
debate the potency
of my virtues and vices.
In the contrasting hue
between mute, fuzzy familars
and sharp, fural forboding
my sanity is safe
from assuming unnatural extremes.
Categories:
unnatural, imagination
Form: Free verse