Foundpoetry Stories

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.

This poem is for the silent warriors-the ones underestimated, overlooked, and dismissed. It's about surviving the fire that others thought would consume you, transforming every attack into strength, and rising unseen yet undeniable. Your power doesn't need applause; your growth speaks for itself.

The screen fades to black. A heartbeat echoes-slow, steady, heavy. Then a voice: "You don't know me. You don't know where I come from. You don't know what I carry." The scene sharpens. Eyes lock. The air vibrates with silence, the kind that makes the hairs on your neck rise. The kind that warns you: something dangerous is standing in front of you. This isn't anger that shouts. It isn't rage that flails. This is control on the edge of breaking. This is a storm contained in a glass, one crack away from spilling over. Someone smirks. Someone tests. Someone says the wrong words-"I get down." And the world tilts. The blackout rises. The other self wakes up. This poem takes you inside that moment-the shaking hands, the locked stare, the choice to turn away before the darkness swallows everything. It's the raw confession of what it means to inherit fury, to be born into fire, to live with a split inside you: one calm, one ready for war. You'll walk the property line where fear doesn't exist. You'll feel the warning spoken with chilling calm: "Try me if you want to. You have been warned." And you'll understand why respect isn't asked for-it's commanded. This is not just poetry. This is survival written in blood and memory. This is the blackout no one wants to see, yet everyone will remember. Stop scrolling. Step into the story. Once you read it, there's no turning back.

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.

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.

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.

These are poems about all of life's messes and beauty.

These poems are phrases and words from the classic Mark Twain book, The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn. This type of poetry is called found poetry. It's taking what's there and creating a new masterpiece!

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.

This isn't just a story-it's my truth, my fire, my reality. Life will always reveal who people really are when they think you're not watching, when they think you don't feel, when they assume you'll just carry what doesn't belong to you. But I don't. I don't carry dead weight, I don't bend for hypocrisy, and I don't shrink for judgment. I read energy, I see masks fall, I hear the lies between the lines. I'm not here to play savior or sponge for chaos-I'm here to stand in my light. And that light? It blinds the ones who live in shadow. They block me, they delete themselves, they run from the mirror I hold up. That's not my loss-it's their reflection. I am Alexandria-whole, gifted, unshakable, unstoppable since birth. My boundaries are sacred, my awareness is sharp, and my presence is power. To everyone reading this-protect your energy, honor your gifts, and never apologize for being too much. The ones meant to walk with you will align. The rest will disappear. That's divine timing. That's truth. That's me-raw, real, unfiltered.

I showed up when it mattered - when nights were long and silent, when the world felt cold. I carried weight that wasn't mine. I fed, I bathed, I held, I drove hours to see tiny faces, to make sure everything was safe. I gave my heart, my energy, my time, even when the world ignored me. I was left unseen, unheard, and in silence. I held the weight of children that became mine in every heartbeat. Even when hurt and betrayal struck, I stood. I survived heartbreak, abandonment, and loneliness. In time, the weight lifted. The memory faded. I was free. I was whole. I learned love does not need validation, care does not require recognition. Now, I walk lighter. I give where it is welcomed. I protect what is mine. I am the one who showed up, loved fiercely, and in that, I am untouchable.

Step into the fire, feel the heat, and march toward Mount Zion. This poem weaves the powerful energy of "Bonfire" by David Bennett with the relentless courage of "March to Zion". Every step is a story, every spark a lesson, and every heartbeat a call to rise. The journey is heavy - the weight of struggles, the shadows of doubt, the scars of the past - yet through it all, the spirit remains untamed and unstoppable. This isn't just about walking or surviving; it's about marching with purpose, igniting the fire within, and letting the light of Mount Zion guide every step. Feel the rhythm of resilience, the power of courage, and the unstoppable force of inner fire. This is for those who rise despite the odds, who march despite the darkness, and who embrace every spark as part of their story. Your journey, your flame, and your spirit are sacred - and this poem is a testament to your unstoppable rise.

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.

These are just some poems I like to write every now and then. Just little things I have noticed or felt. Please let me know if you relate.

This is a poem I wrote for my World Lit class. The assignment was the write a found poem based on the story "Shooting an Elephant" by George Orwell. A found poem is when you only use words used by the original author(which I followed loosely lol). "Shooting an Elephant" was written in 1936 and Orwell tells the real story of how his job as a British Imperial Officer led to him shooting an innocent elephant to impress the natives of Burma. It is a really good short story and I suggest you all go read it:) Enjoy!! Please comment some constructive criticisms and let me know if you like it!