I had a discussion with AI to brainstorm and rewrite a poem. Want to know how this one turned out? Read on…
Midnight Fear Strikes twelve Chills right down to marrow I walk a street of harrow Ghost and ghouls Clowns and fools Pockets for the hands Slipping of the sands
Static Mundanity Bold to speak through blankets To stand in solidarity Cumin
I stand In shadow of none Under no expectation None to breathe Down my neck No naysayers To be weary None to speak Above my voice I stand Uncompromising
A book Try to be More astute Pensive While writing in sequence Being me Sensitive Feeling free Yet feeling mild I become a free Spirit child
I collaborate with ChatGPT on a poem about detachment. We explore a spiritual concept in depth and discuss ways to creatively express thoughts.
Poetry on Victory
What is it to have? A poem about possession.
May things be easier with creation.While destruction is route of simplicity,We choose transformation.A sense of righteousness,In giving a hope to chaos.In giving a light to insanity. Yet in simplicity we choose an extra layer;An unneded one. Decide the path.None more right than being.