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Blinded by defeat   Faith flies free Goodbye to our reflection Disillusioned Testaments amidst debris Our minds closed Our souls locked Victim Painted vision Accepting fate Mind spirals in the abyss Darkness pierced by light A thousand torches Distant stragglers Searching for their path Discovering empathy Discovering we’re not alone

Final Response

Artist Among Poets I learned Throughout the course of this class, I’ve discovered a new perspective of poetry. I use to think of poetry as simply lyrically wrapped words into beautiful statements. I could not be further from the truth, as poets hold much more ability in their craft. From distilling their perspective of life into verses, their poetry takes on a new language of emotion. Allowing the audience to think and feel like they do, poets are craftsmen of emotion. Through timeless diversity poets stand up to issues and break stigmas through words. Dismantling perceptions through carefully crafted lines that pierce the mind and bring audience members into a new understanding. This new perspective not only brought a deeper emotional understanding of poetry, but also a history lesson intertwined. As we stepped through the time periods, the classic poems we dug into provided a new understanding of the era and showed us the emotions behind the history. These poems transformed

Visual Poetry | The Voices

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Concrete | The Eye

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The memories may fade The time may float Days drift by with words left unspoke Do not fret or do not doubt As seasons change I am a click away A mere blink of glass A safe kept full of all memories still Quiet Candid I'll always be here when the mind goes blind. An image of 1000 goodbyes.

Collage Poem | "Raw Vision"

Raw Vision Free The fabric of myth we look back with great pleasure Exhibited Primitive rituals encountered in travels Brings together two very different who share a common belief Mental Artists are evidence of the astonishing diversity Melted down, pierced by views Protest Forms and figures developed with more intensity Reveals new marriage of Art, Science, and Philosophy Discarded Our stampedes on discussions of development Retrospective died ridden alongside the cultural mainstream Emerged on the fringes.  Rendered. Eccentricity tinged with erudition A man who seemingly lives and paints  The very edge of sane existence.

Dadaist Poem

Should go Blue Line to Washington Stay seated please Continental breakfast Download the app Too dead Fam its not like that Chill chilly weather Oooh wee Total is $16.35 Get it Watch me do that dash Ain't scurrred drift drift Up next Going to be late My card? Now boarding group 3 Pretzels? Don't worry about titles Dance don't stand Lyft is here Thank you again I feel like hell Too cold Welcome to Tampa

List Poem | Fear

I’m scared I’m a fraud. An empty shell of promises. I’m scared I’m a disappointment. Did I leave them all behind? I’m scared of my past. Believing it dictates my future. I’m scared of me. I’m scared this life is not mine. This is my fear, but this is not my life. I’m a thousand mistakes, but I’m more than my fear. I’m eager. I’m free.