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 Posted: Mon Dec 21, 2009 5:31 pm
So I am in Creative writing and we had to write sort of a found poem, except, using words and phrases from our short story that we wrote. For those of you who don't know what a found poem is: It's a poem that takes words, phrases, and such and rearranging them into a poem form. Sometimes you actually get some really neat stuff, ANYWAYS, I decided to post my found poem I wrote. I am unsure if the title I gave it suits it, but I am not too worried about that.
The Beginning and End
We’ll see ourselves
Toward the end of the corridor.
Where the faded olive green door-
The cold, solid, faded olive green door-
Collecting dust and dirt will greet us.
With no one in sight
The sun will beat down
On the dirt and field.
Your shoes scuffing through mounds of dirt,
No one in sight,
We’ll see ourselves,
At that lovely piano sitting in the corner.
Don’t be late,
To have the last word in.
They are just frozen,
And it’s only pitch black beyond here.
-If you all decide to make a found poem from your favorite lyrics, stories, or whatever it may be. Feel free to post em' here!
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Posted: Sat Jan 02, 2010 10:52 pm
Here is another found poem I made using lyrics from the song "Season Poem" by Gregory and the Hawk. I know a few parts don't make too much sense, but it's harder than it looks to make a found poem. Maybe SOMEONE should try to make one from their favorite song or something? ^_^ Come on, I know there are some poets out there!
I wind alone,
Running miles in the dark,
Whilst month by month,
The days fall beside us.
Old wise eyes
Like yellow leaves,
Have no conscience.
Rehearsed routines,
Knows time- like a notion
And lose inside our couch.
Still turning
In piles of our thoughts,
I wind along alone
Because you’re just a mark
On the map of my past.
Rehearsed routines,
We rhyme with our seasons-
Oh, what we’re becoming.
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