Foundpoetry cerita

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.

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

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

This is a found poem that I had to write for my English class

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.

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.

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.

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 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 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 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!

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 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 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.

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.

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.