Robby Johnson/ Kasey kramer

Death

I make rounds no matter what year,

Your soul will be in my arms,

All the faint whispering I can hear,

I will gently carry you away,

You will be lying there,

Caked in your own body,

A scream will dribble down the air,

The only sound I will hear is thesoundofthesmellofmyfootsteps,

I vacation in increments, in colors,

I like a dark chocolate covered sky,

I enjoy every color, a billion or so flavors,

The question is, what color will everything be when I come for you?

I do not carry a sword or scythe,

I only wear a black robe when it’s cold,

I am not malicious,

I am just a result,

I am all bluster,

I am not violent,

If you want to know what I look like,

Find yourself a mirror

Hannah Baughn and Tiffany Garnace Found Poem

The Obscured Conscience by Rohit Konda and Satwik Nandala

The Obscured Conscience

 

In a stranger’s kitchen, he whispered in 

a voice, lumpy from lack of use 

It’s my fault 

I think I’m going to hell. 

I’m sorry

She stopped breathing, 

she clenched her hands as if to pray

Why did I have to build that snowman?

They buried him in the snow.

  I’m sorry

If only he’d turned for one last look 

at his family as he left the apartment. 

Perhaps then, the guilt might not 

Have been so heavy. 

It tortured him. 

I’m sorry

Immediately, Her brother was

next to her, whispered for her to stop, but

He died in a train, buried in the snow

No final goodbye, no final grip of eyes.

I’m sorry

The two most pitiful words 

To live – living was living, but the price 

Shame and guilt, suffering, 

and Condmnation. 

                                                                         
                                                   I'm sorry.

Ihrem Kampf By: Alex Thurmond and Brandt Hansen

Ihrem Kampf

The snow was shivering outside                                        143

Trees wore blankets of ice                                                  6

Deteriorating in the cold                                                     213

Bite marks of snow                                                            31

Frosty blood                                                                      31      

One corpse                                                                         7

One inescapable force                                                        149

He is starving                                                                    138

Undernourished                                                                 31

Wire-like shins. Coat hanger arms                                      31

The foul taste of his own hungry breath                             139

One inescapable force                                                        149

He is afraid                                                                        138

His tortured presence                                                          209

Would nightmare                                                               36      

Woke up screaming,                                                           63

Crumbling among the jigsaw puzzle of realization              5

One inescapable force                                                        149

The survivors                                                                      5

Have punctured hearts                                                         5

They have beaten lungs                                                       5

Despair, and surprise                                                            5

Clouted across his face                                                        218

Sorrow and desolation                                                        218

One inescapable force                                                        149

Found Poem for Book By: Samanyu Kodi

Found Poem of the Book Thief

By: Samanyu Kodi

HERE IS A SMALL FACT       (3)

You are going to die            (3)

I urge you – don’t be afraid           (3)

I’m nothing if not fair                     (3)

It’s the leftover humans                 (5)

The survivors                                (5)

Whatever the hour or color           (5)

I am all bluster                              (6)

I am not violent                             (6)

I am a result                                  (6)

I rush                                            (9)

The sky was like soup                   (12)

Boiling and stirring                         (12)

Misfortune                                     (13)

Of course not                                (13)

I've seen so many young men        (171)

Over the years who think they’re   (171)

Running at other young men           (171)

They are not                                  (171)

They’re running at me.                   (174)

TWO BIG WORDS                    (146)

I’m Sorry                            (146)

Prahlaad Ram and Akshay M.

The Significance of Colors and Its Influence in Life
By Prahlaad Ram and Akshay Muralisrinivasan

People observe colors of a day only 
at its beginning

And its end.
A single hour can consist of thousands
Of colors

First
the colors,
Then the humans,
That’s usually how I see things 

For me, the sky was 
The color 
of Jews.

Waxy yellows, cloud-spat blues, 
the charcoal on, nice and thick, till he was covered in black-
murky darkness
Personally, I like a chocolate colored sky. Dark, dark, chocolate.
Usually, it was like spillage- cold and heavy, slippery and gray…

They were made of kindness and silver
In the darkness of my dark beating heart…
There were black, black crumbs and pepper streaked across the redness..
The scribbled signature black onto the blinding global white onto the thick soupy red-

The last time I saw her was red…
The Cologne sky was yellow and rotting, flaking at the edges-
A Road of yellow stars 
The sky is blue today,and there is a big long cloud, and its stretched out, like a rope. 
At the end of it, the sun is like a yellow hole.. 

A color will be perched on my shoulder
I deliberately seek out the colors to keep my mind off them,
Despite all the colors that touch and grapple with what I see in this world, 
I will often catch an eclipse when a human dies..
The darkest moment before dawn..

Without Looking Back by John Lee, Austin Cat

Without Looking Back

 

Without looking back,

The shock made a hole.

No one noticed

Except the girl.

With one eye open,

One still in a dream,

She waved.

No one waved back.

Nothing but goneness

Tragedy struck again.

Was it fate?

Where’s the fight?

Where’s the will to hold on?

 

 

But it was necessary.

A final, soaking farewell

I’m sorry

Consequence awaits

 

Spurred on by the affliction of guilt.

 

 

 

 

Faith, Hannah K. and Kaitlyn Q.'s Found poem

Alone- Found Poem By Jacquelyn Dame and Alyssa Cachuela

One eye open, 
One still in a dream. (21)
All fell silent. (57)

Silence. (21)

She would stay
and wait. (45)
Until the stars
were dragged down again. (45)

Memories.

All too late.  (12)
The time has come.(19)
A packet of souls (12)

Dead. (21)

Her brother was dead. (21)
He couldn’t be dead. (23)
This isn’t happening.
This isn’t happening. (21)

Broken. (24)

She was a lost child
In a foreign place. (32)
Her voice lumpy,
From lack of use. (259)

Abandoned. (32)

They have punctured hearts. (5)
They have beaten lungs. (5)
The ones who are left behind. (5)

Alone.