Here are examples of poems generated by digital found poem. These examples are raw (unedited). So read them with a red pen in mind. And if one of them inspires you to write a new poem of your own, what's wrong with that?
to the dramatist who played dumb
we are the disenchanted
with love betrayed
we've battle against the world
holding on for dear life
naked among the all knowing gods
by now sunrise is weeping
i'm shying away from the mist
we've lived a life of insolence
all these years
what is left of us is
the purveyor of the exploding of suns
with no one to weep for
presenting hell's imaginings
the darkness is poised to begin again
in need of heaven
not without pain
i am forgetting the world's pleasures
tied to sad resentment
casting the first stone ...
under a harvest moon
in this persian red atmosphere
so and so
this had to be
is it wrong to slide back again
i'm complaining about practical concerns
in some other country
it is nothing
this had to be
with darkness coming
here i am
never before like this
at the end of the hall
given more time
in the invisible rain
i'm feeling lost
to myself i say
it's all so unreal
i'm dreading a make-believe that was predicted
troubled by the light and the sound
changing colors ...
with clarity but long on the way
who knows if
may be rougher
struggling to keep the anger away
these intently clinical things
and settle on ruffians
on chrysanthemum circle
to cringe and
recycle the business of a heart
running for the door
as the spill canvas follows the format on the radio
at hoskote's place
i'm dangling down
angels of knowing
you're saying stop
you're sentenced to the meaninglessness of the moon
where's the dignity
i'm colliding with the fear mongering
thrown off by unease
all this time
as darkness falls
dead to these breaks
the rottenness of heaven ...
resignation attuned to your heartbreak
we know best how to look on unraveling without fuss we have listened to arguing straining without an antidote these dead ends the talk of these juveniles with all love shrugged off it matters that time flies away
days on end i'm trying to push back on the brokenness of forever because like my self-destructive love skipping work in expectation of this hopeless aching beyond reason
i regard cruel sicknesses of mere nothing living in a ritualized silence on cash lane i tell you i have lived in poverty resisting after cleaning the place up as i take off my shoes going back to my abstraction ...
this afternoon's leaving for good ______
screw being delicate dearie you are measured by the dust focussed on a separation that recurs weeping behind the counter crying with nothing left it's discouraging
reality is like a confessor not seeing what's going on reality is like a lecher bursting it wouldn't have matter if i had broken up asking forgiveness for god knows what in the usual places far from a kept woman on the way to a dump i ponder these striking routines
trying to leave behind a decaying art i wait and watch pushed toward a suffering that comes around for more oblivion in magenta brittle with these savage antecedents triggering off topic thinking tortured by a father's minutia inventing what's personal ...
evident in imperishable silence ______
while you dream a man regards the living and the dying breaking new ground undone by a smug heaven that takes things as they come it is fine
it's under construction a touch of a hand and human encounters sobbing with no one home so you think you know different in defiance of everything
how would it have been if you had freaked out this morning again so like the unbearable tragedy of these liars dwarves and queens are coming out at the end of the conversation they anguish over the old disasters to this extent snared by the insanity of these dateless intrigues ...
under the stress of battle ______
in twinsburg this afternoon it's human error reduced to wicked admissions it gets no dumber no more about the audacity of creation no more about all this goodness you are made with these walls near ruin you see the unseen violence running away from the broken glass in the process the script speaks while dullness will not change on wooded roads trying to make a clean getaway how can this be your moment turning about above all though you understand it doesn't feel any better in this hopeless place held hostage by the laughable worn out by these packaged scenes ...
with i.o.u.s ______
beneath the moonlight i touch upon something unsettled about to decay if i seem to go the distance it's because it's a game with no winner it's just like that i wonder what it felt like to be nabokov dropping by as the beings fell asleep
stuck in the dreamed-up futility of this selective comedy for all to see do i upset you unprepared for the ways and means of a lonely heartache i've exaggerated a look of loneliness
subtler than these spineless statistics trying to get it together i am like false gods broken in two in a way as the city burns with my beloved limping along while i go crazy over you sounding out my shaggy artificiality ...
negativity in the blink of an eye ______
while i am cleaning the bathroom the child in me brushes off the usual digressions being blocked out i can ruin everything if i want even if i pause at diabolical possibilities changing course cleaning the house
in this dumb loneliness by the look of things having to decide these days i close up wandering in dreams
trying to make do i've calculated disclosing each act in strawberry shoes trying to get there as i brush aside an instinct of pretense and sum up the syntax of tomorrow ...
taken by the irrational tyranny of sound ______
as everything fails i'm portraying a perverse pretense interrupted by the dark comedies of the sea what brutality is here what grief there where the school is i'm looking for a place to stay
with the profusion of a dreary failure pondering a hidden plan in plain sight this hurt it's unintended as i break apart absorbed by the same problems i recall the pathetic cruelty of tears
ripped by my ghostly isolation all night through i'm only a conquistador getting burned i'm only a rhapsodist breaking loose as the ice caps melt drinking cognac in bernlef's pool hall where one weakens
i am reduced to nothing and it's all about getting past such heartache ...
a study of the most down-and-out man ______
lousy tips spying about in the seventh month translated into the seeming cruelty of the afternoon as men march off to war lying in a hole in the wall absorbed by constant letdowns of pink again i surrender to this useless puppet show again i indulge in these continuous lives
pulling back from the brink in haunted attics on the drab side i the impertinent perfectionist i the indecent dissenter have lied about the cost true to form anchored to scenes of war
i've indulged in only elusive reality without order drunk in crystal's pool hall i note the frustration of the piper balking with hopes dashed confronted by a grief that invades ...
attuned to regular fiction ______
as the progressing continues i'm reliving the garbage of saint-remy-de-provence tortured by the distance during the hard times i'll detail it all this contrived puppet show playing with sorrow looking both ways
no longer seeing the good in good time hoping to see someone in simms's saloon a fairy has questioned this appalling industry as expressed in the destructive chaos of the wind stiffening for a rhetorical moment
on the face of it it's a big mess shaped by an accidental sorrow as before orange from head to foot with half a heart ...
and now we're thirty-nine weeks pregnant ______
as the sun slips behind the ruby mountains the children are crying i've tired of the unknown through evenings of deadly resignation about to be attacked knowing full well another's notions
i am the poet of the disruption the poet of dirtier descriptions of these distant flaws dominated by a stranger's face amid the ruin i've redone only the unsayable left alone with your trashy-eyed sex
imitated evenings in this crude weeping it's trivial as time flies away up ahead by the playground i recycle the things i know left alone with these brutal insufficiencies ...
unforeseen anguish ______
the choir with caution makes it clear in this theater it is working out under surveillance in the midst of the war
i practice other contracts not finding what was lost in the front row i argue about the crocus can you tell me what i'm afraid of
in my sister's house too often it's all here in an inexcusable anteroom i suspect the misery of someone else now it's making me wonder in real time ...
thursday's destitute nothingness ______
how is it i disintegrate on this canvas in this unreal scene i proceed to these feeble creations in this beige painted corner with these musicians so pitiable and sad-faced i put up with the crushing grief
they say it's a bloody shame i keep going men in love in a vacuum bear it as the sun shines on and on
in slow motion these are the busybodies who come each thursday to recall my defiance in the land down under i've not seen the light shying away from a sermonist in chinese red socks ...
the absurdity of it remaining ______
near noon i'm trying to figure out what's going to happen when i reappear they waste the exasperating parts of this existential disease in pieces at the point of rotting they endure on this february day in so many colors
natalia she asks do you get it and i say i feel lonely i've outlasted an emptier role i am by a chain-link fence you are near the teen center in this godless country we who have not seen the light
in a wife's dreams year by year i've compensated for the fact of the dead on the water looking into it trying to guess who done what as the sky falls ...
i was gobbling up filthy daydreams ______
in a crowded space it catches up with you in patches of bright pink and pearl i walk the line at the other end of town the artist painted in a corner didn't want do it on and on so the writing's on the wall in the middle of the road
as i brush my teeth i pause at concealing things now you tell me after all have left despicable and incurious
in a place of exile morning spent drinking i stretch out in a cheap looking neighborhood milagros unfinished will reproduce in here ...
these unfortunate disagreements of identical vowels ______
you've become stony of late on familiar ground for a make-believe moment you offer your duty taking it away as clara looks on in this poem of this anger nowadays the way is lost
beyond a repulsive multiplicity without heaven you're disturbed by existence the uncertainty of the void the bitterness in the center in this conversation
as autumn drowns the land you question an irritating solution oh austin you brood using it up as children walk by ...
depression in a dead-end hallway ______
preoccupied with cruelty rosencrantz and guildenstern wander in the midst of the war i practice the insolence of everything finding myself in this conversation questioning an acuter fatality in front of everybody
i begin to sin i'm not here to be accusative i'm not here to run under the covers with evening here i can growl
madness completely the evening through waits for me as with every glance i cast off the lion tamer's melancholy under an august sky in the void i've sketched out the script seeking a better life with unclean hands your afterwards is as unpleasant as your all is apocalyptic ...
comedies dressed in stray ambiguities ______
a sound for the ages the artificial pistachio of night in the midst of these lunatic romantics after midnight you go about your business better not to ache in front of a mirror
in spring lilac you stumble going crazy my sweets you've wrestled with the lunatic absence of this silence mocked by the self-righteous who devise toys
the couriers revise the message they grow weak in this unhappy interlude with the moon so malignant waiting at a distance having wept over a wilder chill ...
wait just a little ______
i approach the afternoon allowing for the coming down on the way over with desmond napping on the couch i'm walking through the open air market my soul is surely calculated on the way
as the alumnus hurries away i puzzle over trashier antecedents of late i've died to ask i underline the outside world love again on the big screen
grief going downtown will keep it going in the space of an hour in the instant cold i draw the dialogue slipping up as a couple argues loudly ...
in a cheap looking neighborhood ______
it gets worse with each ogler hanging back after a long silence i offer the loneliness of the schizophrenic beauty i'm fleshing out failed heaven in another place and time a scatterbrain and in trouble
i may devise these ice-cold verses across the open field we own up to one another's slights by the wayside are we to assess a poet's commandments in the trenches
having learned such things it's better not to misbehave on every side and my love says dishonesty invades the tragic hero is self-involved having come undone ...
frustrated with the evidence ______
gazing at the moon i've confronted the timelessness of this place i am the poet of the final version the poet of the crows against a backdrop of emptiness later tonight playing bridge i take sides
i have fallen down a well turning with evening here aware of these doubters in a dreadful place in the last chapter
long into the night i can ponder the metamorphosis of dying on the assembly line miguel shackled can never heal i face up to who you are in revolting proportions making things up ...