Tag Archives: found poems

A Plea to a Narcissistic Man

Who is that hollow man?

Does he know how the mighty have fallen?

He needs to stop chasing the wrong things,

You are not always right

Do you even know, “The Seven Rules of Life”?

He who reigns within himself

Cannot find his own heart

And cannot have absolute mastery of himself

Many of us fear your kind of man.

People ask,

Have you no empathy?

You are not a king you know.

I wonder why

we deny what we do not understand.             

I hope we can all wake up from this nightmare.

It is exhausting to deal with his lies every day.

Who is that hollow man?

I hope he finds his heart soon.

I hope he stops chasing the wrong things.

I pray for him.

Attributes: As with all my Found Poems I list the posts from which I borrowed words, phrases or lines. Thanks to my fellow bloggers for the inspiration.

Dr. Eric Perry, PhD



Through Open Lens

Cristian Mihai

Pat Cegan

A Found Poem – Closing National Poetry Month

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A Found Poem


Flightless wings

know very well


lives in death

The song of May

reminds us

that Mother’s Day

is near

and a Mother’s fear

grows more today


The Promised Land

no longer sows

Bluebells in the sunshine

Beside the old Trail of Hope

Where I used to collect

my dreams one by one

But despite the awful things

That spread on fields of my mind

I am not obedient;

Conformity is not my thing

I Pray.

I pray for kindness.

and want to spread the word.

Life is Good!

Lift your voice and sing!

Tomorrow will be May again:

Flowers scheduled to be in bloom,

let us forget the words of doom.

And for those who predict only gloom,

Just remember,

Tomorrow is another day.

and soon it will be Mother’s Day!

Let us rake the fears away.


As I mentioned in the video I created this Found Poem inspired by some of the titles, words and phrases used in the posts of my fellow bloggers at WordPress.


Pat Cegan

Ricardo Sexton

The Moral Traveller

John Coyote

Liz Bard

The Poet’s Corner


A Found Poem –

The following poem is composed of my lines and lines from other poems I found on WordPress. I have included the attributions at the end.

Soft promises made

By hidden thoughts

Only I could see


I know you love the ocean

And the magic of its waves

You see at the distance  

a rowboat sway in peace

And nature whispers in the dark –

How much the earth loves you back


A super moon appears

To light the way

And if

If you want to keep a secret

And keep it well

Then I will tell

The world

Miracles are real.


Found Poem # 1

The following is my first found poem where I have used words, phrases, lines or even stanzas from other works including my fellow poets on WordPress. Please see attributions. Hope you enjoy reading the Found Poems. I will appreciate your feedback.heart-set

Dedicated to my doctor


Listen to the gifts of your heart

There is a rhythm to life

Laughter and love heals all

So much to do, so little time


I trapped a moonbeam in a bottle

enjoyed my morning walks in the woods

Everything is fine

Pressed fall foliage in my journal

to test the power of time


What is this new hope I feel?

my heart beats strong again

Life is beautiful!

Live it well my friend.











A series of found poems

During the month of November I will post in a series some found poems. Found poems are poems that build a collage of meaning thoughts taken or borrowed from other poems, prose, magazine articles, newspaper headlines, love letters and other sources. It is the careful restructuring of different works into a new poem. I decided I would use poems and other good reads I find right here at WordPress including re-framing some of my own poems into a new-found poem.

According to the Academy of American Poets “A pure found poem consists exclusively of outside texts: the words of the poem remain as they were found, with few additions or omissions.”

I will acknowledge the blogs or poems from which I selected verses or lines for my found poems. I will also set up a challenge for my Found Poem day. If you have a found poem you would like to share with me at MelbaChristieatPoemattic.com, please copy it on in comments and I will publish it on November 30, 2016.

In the meantime, here is a preview of one of my found poems. Please send me your feedback. Also I want to thank my followers for their continued support and especially for getting a copy of my new coloring book The Secret Life of Mandalas available through Amazon.com


     My Poem Hunt

I went hunting for a poem to love myself again

(Many years ago I learned

a poem can be a true friend)

I searched my notebooks in the attic and this is what I found:

 A poem recited so many times by me

by Maya A.

filled of thoughts so profound

my heart simply hit the ground.

You may write me down in history

Just like moons and like suns,

with the certainty of tides,

Just like hopes springing high,

Still I rise.

The poem I found inspired me

to rise above it all

I will not let anything get me down

Nothing at all.

I now know and believe

That even the sound of my name

brings forth my heritage

Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave

I rise!

I am their courage

I rise!

I am their sacrifice

I rise!

The poem I found in my attic today

made me proud

I rise!

My found poem includes excerpts From And Still I Rise by Maya Angelou. Copyright © 1978 by Maya Angelou



Quotes that could have been poems


Photo by Melba Christie   (c) 2012


Learn to get in touch with the silence within yourself and know that everything in this life has a purpose.”

Elisabeth Kubler-Ross


“I merely took the energy it takes to pout and wrote some blues.”

Duke Ellington


“If you are yourself at peace, then there is at least some peace in the world. Then share your peace with everyone, and everyone will be at peace.”        –Thomas Merton


“I am very happy, very enchanted … for  I am surrounded here by everything I love… My desire would be to stay just like this forever, in a quiet corner of nature. –Claude Monet


“Just living is not enough,” said the butterfly. “One must have sunshine, freedom, and a little flower.”  –Hans Christian Anderson