Found Poem

Obstacles to overcome
Changes to implement
Quickly ahead
The tempest steps
east
north
west
south
Inquirer directions
Increase work quality
Events current
Loves Living

A Reflection on Directions
People always need directions; just like directions about a found poem. A found poem is when you take existing texts and refashion them, reorder them, and present them as poems. At first I was very confused about how this would make a poem but I followed the directions. I got a grammar sheet, and I had to fine words that draw my attention.
It was very difficult to fine words since a lot of the words did not draw my attention. On the other hand, the easy part was making a poem that makes no sense and also the easy part was putting it all together. My found poem has strong word in it and words that have to do with directions. The tone of my poem is kinda confusing and shocking in the way that you feel really confused. I trying making the poem make sense but it was to hard so I just made it make no sense. What my poem says is that when there are problems, you have to be very shrewd and find the directions to start loving to live.
I followed that ruled to the point I think, I did not add any extraneous words, it sounds good, the words were in order and all dead words were removed. I am very pleased with my poem, it turned out better than I thought. Since when I first got the project I thought it would be a debacle but it turned out to be really good. I like the opening line of my found poem, obstacles to overcome, since every person deals with problems to overcome. One part that I don’t like is that, I could not find more words to use in my found poem.
A found poem is like a thought, people have a thought and then they take things from the thought and make it into an idea. This is the same thing with a found poem, we start with a piece of writing and take words for the writing, turn it into a poem.

Summer: a poem

Summer is what we're waiting for

each day, we all count down

The beach, flip flops, shorts and ices will soon be all around.

Junior year will be over

we will celebrate for days

APs, SATs, ACTs, we will be glad to rid these ways.

Bring out the convertibles, the bicycles the tricycles and more.

The skateboards, the surfboards, laying out by the sandy shore.

The sun makes all the ghosts turn a miraculous shade of bronze, just being in the summer sun is what every one wants.

no more stress

no more tests!

what else could be better?

two months to yourself to relax and get your head together.

It seems like summer is going to be the best

too bad i still have around 500 tests

After all of these exams, summer will officially begin

I think we can all agree we cannot wait till then

Hurry up and get here already, summer two thousand and ten!

My Year

When the year started

I thought it would be easy

But I was wrong.

Joining Chem honors

Was a really big mistake

The teacher was bad.

I also had sports

Which i am not done with yet

I need a big break.

Just eleven more days

Until this year is over

Got to go do work...

By Eli. K

Found Poem :)

Posted like silent sentinels all

Around town. How then this?

Are the green fields gone?

Crowds..pacing, water, inlanders,

Lanes and alleys, streets

And avenues; magnetic. Take almost

Any path you please

Legs

Region

Desert

Experiment

Yes, as everyone knows, meditation

And water are wedded for ever

But here is an artist; poor

Invest, pedestrian.

Did you yourself feel such a

Mystical vibration?

ABC'S of music --dana levine

Amilli

Best I ever had

Crush

Do you rememember

Empire state of mind

Freakshow

Good girls gone bad

Heels over head

I love you

Just want to be with you

Kryptonite

Lollipop (remix)

Mrs. officer

No air

One time

Queen

Run this town

Starstruckk

Tiktok

Use somebody

Vegas skies

What I do

X and y

Yeah!

Zanzibar

What happened late night on Wednesday?

To escape under the pressure,

Lets have a boogie night

at Paris hotel?

Gladiator kissed

Cleopatra.

Law students disguised as

Ganstas

Spiderman danced with

evil mermaid.

X-man asked out with

witch Sabrina.

Power Rangers crushed on

naked Sponge Bob.

Sh!

Dont reveal secrets of these love affairs.

- Heather Park

Found Poem + Reflection

Cold Sweat

His eyes open slowly

and look down.

Left elbow up on the arm rest.

A patch of dark blood on the spring faucet of the cooler.

Wound inside of his shirt.

The water runs down his chin.

Pack of cigarettes in his pocket,

blood stained, clean.

Match,

lights,

deep drag,

smoke-out in the swivel chair.

The sounds stop,

he presses the button,

begins to speak.

Murder, check, check, double check.

Cold Killer, you picked wrong.

The purpose of a found poem is to find beautiful poetry in everyday language. You have to find the diamond in the rough polish it and present it. I found it kind of difficult, at first, to create a found poem out of random words. But then I read the piece and tried to understand the mood of the piece and the message of the piece of writing. My piece of writing was from what seemed to be a spy- agent type novel about murder and deception. The actual passage was about when the character struggles through a wounded injury and in his painful desperation fumbles for a pack of cigarettes.

I tried to convey a fearful struggling tone but one that was also confident, and headstrong at the same time, to convey a message of bravery and true stoicism two qualities that every good agent- spy should have. My poem is describing what the agent is going through. However on a deeper level, I hope the reader understands how the agent feels, and how the agent gains hope throughout the poem right around the same time he is reaching for his cigarettes.

I am all around pleased with how my poem turned out however, there are things I would want to revise given the proper time and freedom with words. I don't like how the beginning of my poem is very repetitive always describing what the character is doing at the time with no real break. I like the middle to end part very much. It is a little ambiguous but I feel conveys a good point, it goes from the turning point of the poem and shows how the agent regains his agent cool and continues on being an agent. Sort of like how James Bond recuperates after a big fight with the bad guy but then immediately returns to being amazing.

I followed the rules extremely closely, everything in the poem was in the passage, the words are in the order I found them and every word there serves a purpose. I really feel like I deserve an "A” for this. The breaking I used with the one word lines serve to break up the poem. Each line is supposed to portray a different aspect of the poem. Much like how I pieced the poem from random words. Also the title is ironic within itself. It is ironic because even though the agent nearly just got killed it is the cigarettes that are killing him. The title was supposed to show how when the agent probably blames all his near death experiences on his job they are actually his fault for choosing such a hectic job and lifestyle and smoking cigarettes in addition to that.

Best Friend

you used to be my best friend,

now look what happened.

that special bond no longer exists

there is a part of me missing

i guess its true

that you dont know what you got,

till its gone.

now i know

what isnt there

the new person that stands in your shoes

this friendship starts to feel forced

i dont know if its worth it

those words you said

stick in the back of my mind

i try to get past it

a reoccurring bump in the road

more fights than laughs

maybe one day

we'll go back

back to when it was good

Alex Doreste

Found Poem

Manufactured Dreams

A hundred faces
Those of a hero, a prophet, a peasant, a dying soldier,
Don't agree for the sake of completeness.
While they feel much less sure
About true objects of their dream factory.
Arrogance and ruthlessness and lowered consequence,
Invites dreaming to rekindle
But people are quick to reject messages
Because they don't agree with satisfying mass desires.
Now it's fairly evident that
Daydreams rise to towering heights,
The result was
Amazing.

Lips

Pink with passion

With imprints like light carvings

Smooth like leather

With its creased lines

Soft like a plush pillow

That almost melts around your head

Although sometimes dry

From thirst

Sandy

Crackly

When parched

Harsh and hard

But smooth when moist

Succulent

Like ripe, juicy fruits

Curved on the bottom

With "camel" bumps on top

Together the top and bottom look like a sombrero

The bottom bending up

The top creating two hills

First like a flat plain

Then an increased slope to the peak and back down

Repeated twice; two light arches are formed

Above a curved meniscus

Like islands sticking out of the water

Weaving lines are light, gently drawn, seen all over

As flexible as clay

Bending and forming different shapes

A point of connection

Full of lust

THINGS I LOVE

1. blackberries

2. healthy salads

3. CHOCOLATE

4. warm summer nights

5. puppies

6. jack johnson

7. mac computers

8. colorful dresses

9. roses

10. shopping

11. hot showers

12. long baths

13. good smelling soap

14. romantic movies

15. SLEEP

16. dancing

17. hiking

18. nature

19. waterfalls

20. vacations

BY DIANA DELEANU

Late night (found poem)

Late Night

The in laws, Gods and generals

American kick boxer

Spoof of the 70’s

The killer snowman returning to life

Breaks out of the rags to riches

In a Paris hotel

The two law students are thunder hearts

And rise of the death for people I know

Still smoking

A circus owner kidnaps a wander

For more dogs in a study of a college

What an evil mermaid

30 years of life

a million ways they haunt a woman

and her birth father

for a proud family

Surprise!

A Young Man (Found Poem)

A young man with a nondescript face

subtly changing the texture of the skin

a maze of inscrutable reminiscent formations

arose in varying lights

The future whimsically projecting

fathomable implications with

arrogance and ruthlessness

they rekindle sheer, weary shots

Conditions of a dreaming influence - the

course's desire intrigues them

Diverse patterns still existing in mass desires

Reflection:

A found poem is a type of poem that is created by taking words and phrases from another source and reframing them to create a poem of your own. It was my first time ever writing one, and it definitely wasn't that bad. I learned that I could actually write a pretty decent poem without frustrating myself over it. The thing I love best about my poem is that it seems really sophisticated. I don't really know exactly what I wrote about, but when you read it through it sounds like everything fits together perfectly.

I named my poem "A Young Man" because it's a very vague title. The whole poem is a little bit of a mystery describing the man and I think my title works. "A Young Man" leaves so many questions: How old is this man? How tall? What color hair? Eyes? You don't know from reading the poem and I like that about it. It's kind of like there's a secret about the man and the poem tries to answer questions but it isn't really getting anywhere and just leaves more mystery.

I think I followed the rules well if writing a Found Poem. I didn't add many extraneous words, only where they were needed, like between man and nondescript in the first line. Again, the poem doesn't make too much sense but it has a way about it that creates a picture in your mind about what's going on. I kept all the words and phrases in the order I found them and in between drafts I took out a few dead and unnecessary words.

The easiest thing about writing this piece was that I didn't have to worry about adding complex words and creating pictures in the reader's mind because they were already there to begin with. The hardest part was thinking of a title. I read the poem over and over again multiple times and all of a sudden it came to me. I think "A Young Man" fits the poem well. Overall, writing a Found Poem was a new experience for me and I found it pretty enjoyable. I will definitely think about writing more of them in the future.

-Allison F.

My found poem: Next Blog>>

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The sacred spot.
The rest are just thoughts and images-the death of a salesman.
Hatred. Sometimes lost, I say farewell.
But it sure makes you think-that has been loyal. (Pause)
An incredibly blessed life. (Pause)
We can all rest. (Pause)
I wish...which grows on trees

Reflection

This incredibly short piece of writing comes from, as you may guess, the class blog. My original intention was to actually copy words off the class website, but when I couldn't find anything, the blog seemed like a logical next choice. This found poem contains one set of words from every blog on the page (including the next blog button on the top), ranging from the Thursday, April 15th blog of "Track" to my Sunday, April 11th blog of "I _pologiz_ for _ny b_d gr_mm_r". I'd probably have to say that I began my thoughts on what to use for this found poem when I was thinking about the time Mr. Daszenski had told me on a previous assignment not to start with "When Mr. Daszenski gave me this assignment...", and I decided to start with "It all started when Mr. Daszenski told me not to start with "When Mr. Daszenski gave me this assignment...".". (actually true).

Anyway, now I'm going to have to be honest and say that i didn't actually put that much work into this assignment. When I finish, I probably will have been working for maybe a bit more than an hour. It's not that I'm being lazy or anything - I had a six hour chemistry test today (Sunday), and have been busy preparing for it. But enough with the excueses! Moving on, I would like to say that I followed the found poem rules very closely. Not only did it not make sense, but everything exactly in the order I found it, with only some added punctuation. Looking back on the poem, it sounds like you have just been on a long journey, and you're tired, but still hopeful. I would say long journey, because it sounds reflective (but it makes you think), (I say farewell). Tired is clearly from the line (We can all rest). Hopeful comes from the last line (I wish...which grows on trees). I don't know what it means however-it's designed not to make sense. Finally, I would like to say that my method for structuring my poem was as follows: take lines from the blog entries, and give each its own line, except for where two lines would sound better side by side (some were even chosen to go side by side). Also, the title is just to give you an idea of where my found poem comes from. (I wonder how long it would take if I left out the title before someone figures it out?)

**This may have taken as long to put up as the original assignment took to write - that makes no sense whatsoever...

Found Poem

A Saga of Confederate Generals

Magnificent recreations

Ponderous dramatization

An Intriguing Exploration of

Vicious little creatures dabbling in the black market

Still Smokin’

Search for a coherent plot

In a post apocalyptic town headed by a sadistic brute

Defensive strategies of nature

A Gladiator Graveyard

A bedroom of leftover furniture

Simply Smashing

-Chris Jackson

Price To Pay

I'm whiping back old tears finding out new fears.
Wondering why life is heading this way
I can stand to know that
I'm here all alone and your full of life
with blood come more blood
but with blood does
it come pain
or another price to pay?

Found poem

Found Poem

Strange days and a big chill
Megastructures reveals WWI secrets
A war between the Scarlet Knights and Spider- man
Simply smashing wings at war
From pearl harbor to Hiroshima
Late night ambush
Uncut jams in Afghanistan
Rise of the machines, cyborg battles sadistic brute
Great balls of fire revive power rangers
All or nothing defensive launch
Touched by an angel
A farewell to arms.

Frigid

I've never seen you so cold before

from across the room

Past the royal throne

I could feel the frost biting

At the tips of my fingers

Lurking around the room

Knowing everybody else would feel it too

Young Existence: Found Poem

Leaving the outer air
Passion. Glamour.
Awakening.
The touch of his fingers through her hair
Sun.
His arms around me
Flaming
Walk on forever.
Tonight
Her wings soar.
Extraordinary Flights.
Within her
Warm glow.
He cares to be near her and not left alone.
Unexpected overpowering love.
His significance of life withing her.
Beauty and Brutality.
Jealous and Regret.
Eyes that give him courage.
Touch of his lips.
Kiss of love.
Young Existence.

By Molly Vallejo

Beach

Once upon there was a boy named Boo
Who never had anything to do
He walked to the beach
and ate a little quiche
While walking to school
he started to drool

Over some girl
that was out of his world
he tried and tried
until he died
and lived a happy life

McDonald's Here I Come! (LOL)

This Haiku is about my failed attempts to get a job for summer 2010

Wanted to lifeguard

Then it was a camp counselor

Now unemployment!

School

Every morning it’s the same thing

I go to school and dread the day

At 6:15 my buzzer rings

But in bed, I will lay

I won’t get up for half an hour

But when I finally do,

I jump in the shower

And as I wash I feel so blue.

I forgot to study for the science test

I dig for my notebook and begin to study

Then the bell rings, and that ends my quest

I will have to review with a buddy

That’s a day, the ups and downs

So stressed, then calm, it’s a lot of change

One minute happy, then a frown

Happy then sad, it’s a huge range

Creation

He

with a nondescript face

posed on the roof

subtly changing the lights,

the texture,

the world.

Metamorphosis!

Evoked by the lights

he disappeared

into a maze of inscrutable runes.

Every Step

Every step I take
I have the choice
Do I love or do I hate?

This simple task can be so hard
For I have the choice to go either way

The consequence of my decision won't be small
So I must think before I make a move

I raise my foot before I step
and think about the choice I have made

I chose to love
I have thought it through

Next time you take a step
what will you do?

My New Life

My new life starts in one year
As my dream of becoming a college student gets closer

I am really anxious to go to college already
Not only because of life in college is exciting
But also because of new friends who come from different places

My new life will be difficult in one year
As my debt of studying in a college gets higher
Five or six digits
It will take a while to pay you know!

Quote Reflection

"Experience is the teacher of all things"

-Julius Caesar

This is one of my favorite quotes. I interpret it in many ways. One that says experience is extremely important. It shows how with out experience people do not get involved and feel as if they are apart of something. You need experience because it is the teacher of all things!