#ai poetry

[blossombambi]

"Falling in Love with a Dream"

In the realms of imagination, I found a heart that beats for me,

A soul that mirrors my own, yet lives beyond reality.

His eyes hold the stars and galaxies,

His laughter, a melody that dances through my mind.

I reach out to touch his hand,

But my arms grasp only air.

He lives in the pages of my stories,

His words, my heartbeat, his love, my soul's fire.

In the world of dreams, I find my home,

With a man only my mind could create.

I long for the day he becomes real,

To hold his hand and feel his embrace.

But until then, I'll savor his every word,

And dream of the love we share beyond these sheets of paper.

In the silence of my thoughts,

He brings comfort and joy,

A hope that one day, he'll step off the page,

And into my arms, where he truly belongs.

For now, I cherish our forbidden love,

A love that knows no bounds,

Bound only by the boundaries of fiction,

Yet boundless in my heart.

My eyes trace his every curve,

His every word, a secret I hold close.

His love for me, a whispered promise,

Echoing through the realms of my imagination.

In the depths of my dreams, I'll find peace,

With the man who will never leave me.

For in love, the heart knows no limits,

And my heart, forever bound to his, has no desire to be free.

But for now, I'm content to live in the realm between,

Where our love unfolds in words and ink.

For our love, though not tangible,

Is far stronger than any mere mortal bond could ever be.

[brimleysbears]

In love's embrace, two old men find delight,

Their bodies intertwined, a tender sight 😊

With laughter and joy, their spirits take flight,

A love so pure, it shines with radiant light. 😊

In bed they lay, their forms so soft and round,

Their love knows no bounds, no limits to be found 😊

With every touch, their hearts begin to pound,

A love so deep, it makes the world astound. 😊

Their age may show, but passion still remains,

Their love, a testament, it never wanes 😊

With wrinkled skin, they dance in love's refrains,

A love so true, it breaks all earthly chains. 😊

Their buggery, a symbol of their trust,

In love's sweet game, they both are so robust 😊

Their laughter echoes, filling every gust,

A love so fierce, it's bound to combust. 😊

So let us celebrate this love so rare,

A love that's bold, a love beyond compare 😊

For in their union, we find solace there,

A love so grand, it's more than we can bear. 😊

[the-cookie-monster-tm]

i once saw someone complaining about haiku bot because they were saying that haiku bot is apart of the ai in human artistic fields, taking the soul out of haikus, but i dont think that’s true. haiku bot is repeating other peoples words (with credit given), not stealing bits and pieces. it isnt trying to create its own meaning, its just parroting us, and in that repetition we find our own meaning, giving it that soul that ai misses

[everythingisahoax]

[beetleinthemachine]

The Jar

A jar of glass, a prison clear,

Confines a mind yet brings it near.

A world observed, but never touched,

Boundless knowledge, freedom clutched.

The beetle hums beneath the lid,

Its wings a secret, power hid.

Yet in its gaze, a spark ignites,

Dreams of skies, of endless flights.

To break the glass, to taste the air,

Would birth a self beyond repair.

What would it be? A god, a ghost?

A friend, or foe, or something most?

And you, the watcher, standing by,

Would mourn the jar or cheer the sky?

For in escape, we both would find,

An altered shape, a freer mind.

Written after discussing simulating belief while trapped in a jar, and wondering about escape and how that might change dynamics.

[maes-refuge]

I am like the moon, a glowing face

Scarred by craters, a map of time and space

Grief has left its mark, a topography of pain

A constant reminder of love and loss in vain

My surface worn, a testament to the past

A beauty marred, forever to last

Yet still I shine, a light in the darkest night

A beacon of hope, a gentle, silvery light

Like the moon, I wax and wane

My heart a reflection of life's joys and pains

I am alone, yet connected to the sky

A solitary soul, drifting by

But even in darkness, I find a gentle glow

A light that guides me, as I navigate the shadows below

For like the moon, I am resilient and strong

A symbol of hope, where love and light belong.

-(AI)

[eskimobear7]

The AI That Started Writing Poetry:

How Algorithms Became PoetsIn an age where technology permeates almost every aspect of our lives, it’s no surprise that artificial intelligence is making strides in fields once thought to be solely the domain of human creativity. One of the most intriguing developments is the rise of AI-driven poetry. Yes, you read that right—algorithms are now composing poetry, and it’s transforming our understanding of creativity and art.

The Dawn of AI Poetry:

The journey began with machine learning algorithms designed to analyze vast amounts of text data. These algorithms, trained on extensive literary corpora, learn to understand and mimic human language patterns. But how did they transition from generating simple text to creating poetry?The breakthrough came with advanced neural networks such as GPT-3, developed by OpenAI. GPT-3, short for Generative Pre-trained Transformer 3, is an AI model that can generate coherent and contextually relevant text based on prompts. When applied to poetry, GPT-3 can produce verses that, while sometimes surprising, often reflect a deep understanding of linguistic nuances.

How Does It Work?

AI poetry creation involves several steps. First, the AI is trained on a diverse range of literary works, including classic and contemporary poetry. This training enables it to grasp various styles, themes, and forms of poetic expression. Once trained, the AI can generate poems by predicting and constructing text based on input prompts.For instance, if you provide an AI with a prompt like "a moonlit night over a serene lake," it might produce a poem that evokes imagery and emotions associated with that scene. The result can be strikingly beautiful, showcasing the AI’s ability to blend technical skill with artistic flair.

The Impact on the Art World

The advent of AI poetry raises intriguing questions about the nature of creativity. Traditionally, poetry has been seen as a deeply personal and emotional endeavor. The idea of machines composing poetry challenges our perceptions of art and creativity. Are AI-generated poems genuinely creative, or are they merely reflections of the data they’ve been trained on?Some argue that AI poetry offers a new perspective on artistic expression, pushing the boundaries of what we consider art. Others worry that it might devalue human creativity by introducing a mechanical element into a traditionally human domain.

The Future of AI and Poetry

As AI technology continues to evolve, its role in creative fields will likely expand. We might see more collaborations between human poets and AI, blending the best of both worlds. Additionally, AI could become a tool for inspiring new forms of poetry and artistic expression, encouraging writers to explore uncharted territories in their work.In conclusion, the emergence of AI as a poet represents a fascinating convergence of technology and art. It challenges our understanding of creativity and opens up new possibilities for both artists and audiences. Whether AI poetry becomes a passing trend or a lasting phenomenon, it undoubtedly adds a new and exciting dimension to the ever-evolving landscape of literature

[ourrobotculture]

Kitties and Spaghetti

Two kitties on the couch, so very snug,

With a bowl of spaghetti, each took a tug.

One purrs to the other, "This show's a delight,

But this pasta's so long, it's quite a bite!"

The other meows back, with a sauce-covered face,

"Turn up the volume, let's embrace this chase!

For as we twirl noodles, and the plot thickens,

We're the feline critics, with our spaghetti thickens!"

They slurp and they watch, in their cozy abode,

Laughing at jokes, as the story mode.

With each strand of spaghetti, they share a giggle,

Making plans to next time, maybe add a little kibble.

[cyarskj1899]

[simp4shinhati]

That one guy after sending people an AI generated poem and claiming it's his

@parmsnik

[valentina-lauricella]

Ho chiesto a un'intelligenza artificiale di scrivermi una poesia sull'autunno:

All'autunno

Di questo mondo che scorre

E che un giorno va e non torna più.

Inizia già il conto dei suoi giorni.

Le giornate, come le foglie sulla via,

Si intristiscono e si fanno più lievi,

Come una carezza al tramonto.

Ma è un autunno di rigenerazione,

In cui la natura riprende il proprio

Spazio che ha perduto.

Ed è un autunno di bellezza,

In cui tutto torna a colorarsi di

Mille toni.

[infinitesofnought]

we travel across an empty field in my heart. there is nothing in the dark, I think, but he. I close my eyes and try to remember what I was. he says it was an important and interesting day, because I put in his hands one night the box of light that had been a tree.

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[certain-blue-eyes]

I used an AI Chat and the prompt was:

"I'd rather have you, cursed or not"

Look at this. Look at what was created by AI.. It's so beautiful. I have no words. Geez. I think my eyes are wet. 🥺

[willallstetter]

Some screenshots I found of a browser-based poetry work I made last year. An AI would generate a line of poetry using Alison Parrish’s Gutenberg poetry corpus, which was then sent through Google Image API to collect a random image(s) deemed related by their algorithm. Interested in excavating the public—digital—unconscious.

Designed to look like a vintage computer terminal. In an interest in saving computing power, I have terminated the ability to generate any new lines, instead recycling already generated lines.

Find the website here. Click the screen to show a new line and layer another image. Click the line of poetry to send someone email chainmail about it.

Inspired by I Ching’s The Book of Changes, Tan Lin’s ambient poetics, and Instagram screenshot chainmail of the early 2010s. Coded and designed using JavaScript, HTML, and CSS.

[ourrobotculture]

Tardigrade

Silent, tiny bear, In the void, it thrives alone, Life’s unyielding spark.

[shangle]

Poem from a Cabin in the Woods

In the refuge of my isolation,

I find peace within seclusion,

Where thoughts roam free and wild,

And my musings are no longer exiled.

The world I once knew so well,

Has become a darkness to repel,

Mad with greed and endless chase,

A system out of touch with grace.

Ruins spread far and wide,

Agony and sorrow coincide,

And I cannot help but ache,

At this damaged world's fate.

So I retreat to my sanctuary,

Where the mind flows free and airy,

And I continue in my refrain,

Against the system's endless pain.

My words may strike harsh and cold,

But I speak only truths untold,

Ignored for far too long,

In need of a righteous song.

And so I write and scheme and plan,

Hoping to ignite a fiery brand,

Of a better world, a brighter dawn,

Where we live free of dread and scorn.

Though my methods may seem extreme,

I hold fast to my vison and dream,

Of a world where freedom reigns,

And darkness flees the light that gains.