Foundpoetry Stories

In this book I will write poems to express my feelings and emotions. When I write poetry my aim is to inspire change and shine light on topics that people don't like to talk about. If my poems don't inspire YOU to be a better YOU, than I have not reached my goal. Beware: Read at your own risk - I get deep and passionate about touchy subjects.

A collection of found poetry based on my Upside Down Mirror, Granger Yet, and Dear Rabbit series of AU. Disclaimer - I don't own Harry Potter. This is written for one of the little specials for the Froday Flash Fiction Challenge which involves found poetry, but the idea is to do a remix of something ones written into poetry format.

Found poetry is a type of poetry I've only recently discovered, and it's a beautiful method of expression using words you find around you. They could be in books, on advertisements, or (my personal favourite) signs on a staircase that tell you to keep left.

Imagine waking up to a morning so light and airy that even your thoughts feel like clouds-but then life hits you with a jacket that looks like it got mauled by a bear, a plate of rice and chicken appearing like a magic trick you didn't ask for, and a $5 promise that vanishes faster than a Snapchat streak. Add in apples, bottles of water, accidental reflections on past trauma, the universe's weird sense of humor, and a slow-motion encounter at Wawa, and congratulations-you've officially entered the realm of chaotic absurdity. This story chronicles one person trying to survive human nonsense with dignity, laughter, and minimal emotional hemorrhaging. It's a journey of awkward interactions, half-promises, invisible debts, unexpected generosity, and the slow realization that some people treat friendship like borrowing your energy and forgetting the receipt. It's about noticing the small details-like who eats first, who offers a second plate, and whether or not a jacket smells faintly of betrayal-and turning them into stories that are equal parts tragic, hilarious, and reflective. Read along as mundane life escalates to epic proportions, where survival is measured by laughter, sarcastic internal monologues, and the ability to shrug at absurdity while maintaining your humanity. There are lessons here: never trust a jacket without inspecting it, never hand over $5 without written terms, and always, always observe how people distribute food. This is chaos. This is comedy. This is life filtered through a lens so exaggerated that it's practically a superpower. One plate, one apple, one bottle of water, one bear-inflicted jacket, and an infinite amount of human absurdity await.

"This is a moment suspended between sunlight and shadows, between innocence and judgment. A little girl reaches toward the world, her hand stretching for connection, and in her presence, truth whispers. Adults blind to currents beneath the surface pass her by, yet life pulses quietly, powerfully, beneath the ordinary. Every heartbeat, every glance, every fleeting interaction holds meaning far beyond what we see. Morning echoes with memory, with legacy, with the invisible threads that connect us all. This is about witnessing life as it unfolds, raw and unstoppable, and feeling the currents of humanity align in ways that cannot be ignored. These are the moments that remind us we are never alone, that our presence matters, and that our legacy is carved not in silence, but in every action we choose to make real."

A raw reflection of Alexandria's day-the stories, the chaos, the poems, the truths. This poem captures everything shared today: the struggles of helping others, the weight of emotional clarity, the strength it takes to stand in truth, the gifts carried since childhood, and the unapologetic, unstoppable force of someone refusing to dim their light. From acts of kindness to strangers, to the recognition of hypocrisy, to the emotional intensity of three powerful poems posted earlier, this story binds together a day of reflection, reality, and resilience. A poem about energy, boundaries, and the unyielding spirit of a chosen one navigating a world full of chaos, misunderstandings, and endless tests of patience.

A found poem created using "Baby Birds in Boxes" by Parker Dorris

This is my first poetry book, filled with random poems I've written. All of these are ORIGINAL works. Please do NOT copy and plagiarize. Enjoy, and please no hate. I will try to update a poem each week. I took the cover art picture.

Basically I'm trying to put all my poetry here so anyone can enjoy and eventually I'll put them in the order they were created in

A collection of found poetry based on my Time in Portia/Stardew Valley series. (Currently only contains Stardew Valley content.) Disclaimer - I don't own Stardew Valley or My Time at Portia. This is a found poetry series created for the found poetry little specials for Froday Flash Fiction Challenge. My Time at Portia should be added sooner or later.

Kihan Haneul lives in the quiet spaces between anxiety and escape, where the weight of unspoken fears presses heavier than the night. When sleep becomes both a refuge and a risk, the line between peace and oblivion begins to blur. This story is inspired by my own personal experience with anxiety and unhealthy coping. Please remember: what Kihan does in this story is dangerous and should never be imitated. If you're struggling, reach out - there is help, and there are safer ways to find peace. For anyone who has ever wanted the world to go quiet - you are not alone.

A collection of found poetry based on my story Fading Rose Petals. Disclaimer - I don't own Redwall. This is written for the Little Special challenge which involves Found Poetry for the Froday Flash Fiction Challenge starting with the little special for February 2022.

This poem is for the quiet ones who rise above the noise, the judgment, and the distractions. You walk through life unbothered, holding your power close and letting your actions speak louder than opinions. Every challenge is fuel, every doubter is a reminder, and every moment of silence is your strength. You are unseen, unstoppable, and unapologetically yourself.

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