Found Poems - Poems about Found

My Query as Found to be Airy

I have always been a bit wary
of Gary, Mary, Sherry and Larry
They each seem a little bit contrary
Fighting over blue, straw, or raspberry

I took this to Carrie, our head faerie
She thought my query was a tad bit airy
Looked it up in her faerie dictionary
Experts’ opinions appeared to vary

Enter an expert from a local dairy
his name

Hero Lost But Found

Hero Lost But Found
In shadows cast by memories of pain,
A lonely soul entreats the night's domain.
"I need a hero," she cries out, raw and real,
To vanquish ghosts and heal the wounds concealed.
With gentile strength to lift my battered wings,
And guide me safely through life's treacherous rings.
No longer can I face this path alone,
My spirit weary,

DAILY GRATITUDE FOUND MY PARADISE

I am grateful that when it comes to my life…
my family, my friends to be precise….
I long ago stopped looking
because I’ve found my paradise.

Lost And Found

The morning woods were crackling with unknown sounds.
Then I heard a rustling sound in the leaves.
The sound of footsteps was getting louder,
It wasn’t a something, it was someone.

Suddenly a large man fell to the ground.
His leg was bleeding; all he said was “trap”.
Cool water from my canteen brought him back.
A small trap, it hadn’t broken

Movement is of moment'

Never still the mind of God.' continual motion
Growth of purpose' rythem of love, making..'
man and woman' comes from above.' Growth of grass
Errosion of cliffs.' Waves upon oceons work
To shift..Grit in oyster, kernel growth.' Denotes
Wisdom and tears..Indeed; my oath.! Wind that moves
Emotions to change; sadness to elation such
A range.. Snail or Eagle slow or fleet Earth

Fauna's lost and found

(Google cecil lion murder)
Some satanic soul committed awful regicide
Of Cecil, prided King of the Jungle
And that has left behind his bereaved pride
And his offspring in bloody danger
For Cecil the royal majesty of the Game reserve
Has been the victim of crazy murder!

 Round the world poaching goes on.
To purses of leather
one lost its skin
One lost its

I Found Her Heartbroken

I found her spirit heartbroken;
she needed someone who would listen.
Her hot tears made my own eyes glisten 
as on and on she labored, outspoken.

In time, her story would in part, soak in;
she wanted her baby to be christened.
I found her spirit heartbroken;
she needed someone who would listen.

A neighbor’s harsh words had woken
her to the fact,

From Lost to Found

I have lost, what I need

Losing all that I need to believe

I am cold, I can’t breathe 

I’ll do all that I need to succeed





I’ve become what I hate

I am losing my soul

While I stray from the path

Everything that I’ve known





This is all a mistake 

This is out of control 

As I stray from the

Vanished

Ella Cuthbert lived with her husband John, in an age of twinkling stars;
They had a little dog named Alfie, who loved riding in pretty, swift cars.

Alfie was loved by those who knew him, as red flowers charm adorers;
And he was the darling of their street, like rainbows, crossing borders.

The Cuthberts had many interests, and on

The Wondering Love

Past me not that I have Wondered
By:Hymn. Written-me

Thee of love
an unbridled passion
Yeah of desire
A lovers want
We in love
A foolish conversation 
We as one
Means others undone

I sought to be
As we are lovers
I bow from performance
I had been willing 
Oh love Devine
Might I be less hated

To be loved
and in love
But not with you

Speak ye as mine
Ione dare

I Found the One

I found the one
I will never forget.

And so,
I have sentenced myself
to a lifetime
of remembering.

Not in joy.
Not in ease.
But in quiet,
daily doses of pain
even the universe
cannot subdue.

The kind of love
that burns clean through
without permission—
and stays.

Not like a memory.
Like a wound
that learned
how to breathe.

I found the one
who will be
in every morning fog,
every echo of a door closing,
every

Nowhere To Be Found

Blessed and blasted what a beautiful day
Picnic basket lunch for You and me
Cone join us Lord, You're always welcome
What great company You will be
Tell us a story now dear Father
Thrill us all just one more time
Placed His body in the tomb at noon
He was nowhere to be found by nine
He is risen, yes the Lord

Less Labour more pains'

Immigration.??? It comes over in waves.' There are those who are
Pro...Their enthusiasam gets quite wild.' Its all about the
Work that needs 'their skills' these days.' and then there are others that
See great ill.' Who counter claim.' On the need for so many'
And that, there are generational British with skills! that that do not
Have any.' Houses

soul lost then found

scriptures affirm our soul exists
where then is its abode
engulfed by angst, deep doubt persists
heart bears a heavy load

when light pays homage to darkness
mind conjures fear demons 
bemused by illusions we drown 
till rescued by silence

sans thought, our wayward ego dies
thoughts fade we yet remain 
betwixt bliss beats, soul presence sighs
grace falls down like light rain

in

Toppie the Elephant

There was once
a pink plaid elephant
whose trunk I kissed to sleep.
I won her fair and square—
a coloring contest,
Top Value Stamps.

She slept beside me
every night.
Her trunk, softened by chewing.
One ear, forever folding
from a bent wire frame.
And a stab wound—
just below her left flank—
a potato peeler,
courtesy of my sister.

Then one day,
she vanished.
We moved.
Boxes swallowed childhood things.
Grown-ups said

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