Found Poems/Golden Lines

By Sheryl Walker

From: poemcrazy by Susan Goldsmith Wooldridge

Task4:  Create a “found” poem using the Golden Lines attachment and at least three lines from poems we’ve encountered this year.  You many also include original lines of your own.  The final poem needs to be at least 20 lines.  Attach a paragraph of at least seven sentences that includes the lines that you chose to use from poems we’ve encountered, their respective sources, and an explanation of your choices.

Golden Lines

Take the lines/words below and arrange them into a “found” poem.  You may add filler words such as “a” “an” and “the,” but the majority of the poem should be the words below.  You may mix and match words and phrases of your own as well.  Feel free also to change pronouns (ie:  change “he” to “she” or “I” to “you”).


Childhood is

Wet strands of hair stuck to my face as I yelled,

Watching a puff of breath dissolve in the autumn morning

For the mattress of safety, slipping, sliding

As if toward home plate

I am not cruel, only truthful

I’m leaving now to slay the foe

Please don’t cry

I want to see and touch and hear

I’m off to find my world my dreams

Equality and I will be free

You declare you see me dimly

We know a shameful past

Sometimes he would draw and it wasn’t anything

He kept it under his pillow and would let no one see it

When he started school, he brought it with him

And he always drew airplanes and rocket ships like everyone else

Fight the battles high and low

Seize my victories where they lie

Though there are dangers, there are fears

When you are old and grey and full of sleep

Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep

And hid his face amid a crowd of stars

But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you

And loved the sorrows of your changing face

Rain poured down in a curtain of strings as I stood

The field was a muddy mess worthy of pigs

Stained and streaked

The eye of the little god

But it flickers

Reflect it faithfully

She rewards me with tears

Her face that replaces the darkness

Carve it in stone


Arm stiff and his feet flat on the floor

And she said it didn’t matter

Murmur a little sadly how love fled

And paced upon the mountains overhead

In a coat soaking up water

No longer wrestled but danced

In each other’s arms, cautiously trying to dip

The other in the chocolate batter at their feet

Teeth grinding

Cradled like a baby through bodies

The nutcracker was never more graceful

Fishing with your grandma

Playing hookie

It dies

I am silver and exact

She rewards me with tears and an agitation of hands

Lie out on the grass and look up at the sky

He hated to hold the pencil and chalk

Hiding under lima beans

Watch cartoons

I think it is a part of my heart

We have lived a painful history

How many loved your moments of glad grace

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