white butterflies poem
kryptonite. the superman metonym
an acrostic for graphite
poetry on surface tension of water
water cycle poet
poem over growth
bases of matter
the new columbuses
math cats/fiber poetry
mining for gold poems
milky way scientists/street art utopia
physics poems on inertia
what toenails are for
2. found me
susan poetry sex
susan dance tube
painting of susan daniels
susan daniels poetry the f word
susan police poems for daughter
susan ate butter cup
susin ate butter cup
susan please do not double seven
poems with name lois in them
poems about alzheimer’s fridge
love poem for lois
4. wedding dress poems
write a short poem about bride price
what you will pay will pass through your hands
dress into the fire
5. catwoman poetry
crunk feminist poetry
***Here are a few “found” poems, cobbled from my list of search terms on this blog.
cool way to knit it together I get a lot of fridge ones and feathers 🙂
🙂 thaniks, Bruce. I immediately thought of you, when I saw the fridge one. An alzheimer’s fridge. What does that mean to someone thay they would want to look it up? A fridge with dementia? Forgetful Frigidaire?
It was fun. I have more copied over, but have not strung them together properly to share.
“alzheimer’s fridge”????? Lol. Glad I’m not the only one who looks at these… Amazing what people look for! Love it!
Hahaha–my favorite, too. Check out my comment to Bruce–what I said there applies even more here 😉
Random poem morass, amazing where poems are found. Some funny stuff in there too. Very cool idea and result, something blissfully sporadic about it.
Thanks, Trent! This came to be as the result of someone mentioning steampunk yesterday/found things for a Dverse prompt, and someone else using their search terms for a post, although not poetry. Had to do it!
I certainly had fun with it! Glad you enjoyed…
I’m curious, when does a found poem stop being found? And after all was it really lost–perhaps the pieces merely cluesdropped to be hunted down and the prize still to be found. KB
Hmmm. I think all poetry is found poetry.
Fun… my old typepad blog gave internet search terms that led people to the blog. Loved to read those.
It is fun. Some I did not use yet are outrageously funny.
What awesome oxymoronic and combination of verbs dancing here! I’d love to look into your brain as it goes into different modes! You’re wonderful dear~ I congratulate your beautiful soul’s eye! Hugs, Deb
Deb, you are such a sweetheart.
I like this. It really does work. I almost imagine a tool box and you are naming what you find inside. . . even though the tools are yours, you made them.
Thanks, Jeremy. It was an interesting exercise–kind of like a cento cobbled from comments. I had to do something with alzheimer’s fridge…