Historias de Foundpoetry

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.

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!

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.

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.

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

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.

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.

"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.

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.

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.

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!

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.

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.

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.

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.