Tag Archives: Found Poems

Atomic — A Poem

A forgotten poem from 2010. I believe this was with the collection of notes that may have been also associated with a road trip I took in 2012, making this a little more confusing. The poem seems to be about consciousness and physics… maybe? Let me know what you think in the comments.

Atomic

I see tiny little gods
In clouds and blades of grass
I hear their voices
In the breeze
They speak like mountains
In the fog
Their fingertips make words
Unfolding strange unfurled light
Where twelfth dimension archaic belief
Falls into place
And out of sight

Where is the line between
Science; God?
Welcome, acknowledge —
As the one, I turn to
Where seams come together
I will not fall apart
These tiny gods that vibrate
With life
Two planes together intertwining
To generate
The mind.

Thank you for taking the time to read this poem today! Have you ever found any of your old writing? What did you think of it? What do you think of this one? I’d love to hear in the comments!

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Three Poems On Reality

Next up in the forgotten poems (2000 – 2005) series: ’Escape, ’ ’Dawn,’ and ’Toy.’


Found while cleaning/organizing my office

Toy

Wind me up with the little key
I’ll smile and dance: just little me
Dressed up in pretty clothes for all to see
You’ve made me a toy to reality


Escape

escape reality
close your eyes
lean forward
into the sky


Dawn

I’m breaking like dawn
on a clear day; thunderstorms
are coming here soon


Thank you for taking the time to read these today! Have you ever found any of your old writing? What did you think of it? What do you think of this one? I’d love to hear in the comments!

If you’d like to see more of my forgotten poetry, please like, comment, and/or share this post. It helps me know what content my readers are most interested in seeing, so I can better know what to share here.

2 Writing Themed Poems

Continuing the forgotten poetry series, here are two poems about writing titled “Inside My Pen” and “The Pen.”

Again, these would have been written between the years 2000 – 2005.

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Inside My Pen

A fluid movement from my pen
Into the form of a figure
Slowly breathing, breathing in life
As I back away for fear

This creature erupts into a smoke
Filling the room with ink
Slowly melting, melting to form
As the monster captures

Here I am trapped in my pen
The figure writing my words
Happily Living, Living my life
As I’m inside my pen


The Pen

Others don their own mistakes
Just to prove their fall from grace
Martyrdom; the world’s hatred for them
Leaves them to write farce with a pen
For silver spoons in decaying mouths
Leave us to suffer from their sounds
What love was lost may be won again:
Please stop complaining with the pen.


Thank you for taking the time to read these today! Have you ever found any of your old writing? What did you think of it? What do you think of this one? I’d love to hear in the comments!

If you’d like to see more of my forgotten poetry, please like, comment, and/or share this post. It helps me know what content my readers are most interested in seeing, so I can better know what to share here.