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@johnmcphee3136
@@mobassirahmedhemel4736 It's already changing to an extent now. If you give ChatGPT reasonably detailed instructions it can produce what some may call good poetry. The following poem was written by a machine:
The sky, once bright and clear and blue,
Is now a thing we scarcely knew.
For every night, in every town,
Electric light shines all around.
The stars, once twinkling in the night,
Are now a fading, distant sight.
The moon, so full and round and fair,
Is hidden by the electric glare.
The sky is not the same as before,
A thing we loved and longed for.
It's hard to feel that sense of awe
When we can't see the sky at all.
Oh, how we long to see the stars,
To watch the moon and feel its charms.
But now it seems that all is lost,
Our sky, a thing of the past.
So let us mourn the passing years,
And all the beauty that disappears.
For though the sky may be concealed,
It's still a thing we long to feel.
Fairly unpolished, sure, but not half-bad. And the technology is only due to get better from here.
@turiguliano416
What you think - here's something I just wrote today:
''Flesh and bone
Owns nothing but tombstones
But in its thinking zones
Makes wishingbones to dispose thrones
By creating codes
And making clones
With presupposed shows of wearing robes
And so in its nose it see no wholes
And builds roads that impose loads of drones
And as time flows it gets exposed
As taking loans
Without atones
Create rows of gravestones''
''Flesh and bone
Who ownes nothing but owes
Take the road that’s proposed by He who owns the throne
He shows and knows
And He will dispose a road that has no wholes
And so you won’t be froze by codes that are overexposed
And you will not moan
Missing roads of Ohs and No’s
He’s the one who shows the ropes
He’s the one who creates the codes
He’s the one who owns the zones
He’s the one who sows the woes
And He’s the one who throws the glows at your bones''
@grqe.odyssey
made this poem. not capitalized bc why not.
life is a false facade
death is the reality
look at the saltwater of the ocean
life is the water you drown yourselves into oblivion
death is the salt that doesn't sugarcoat
@bobtaub1300
GOOD POETRY
We love to read good poetry
It’s such a joy to see
When written by a poet’s heart
We know it will be good from the start.
As a poet, you see must write with feeling
If to the reader it will be appealing
And the poet knows he must write it well
If to hold the reader under It’s spell.
“A good poet is one that writes from the HEART”
R. Taub May12, 2015
@BUKCOLLECTOR
Very much enjoyed your discussion. I, too, am a
poet but specialize in Japanese forms: i. e. haiku, tanka, haibun, kyoka, senryu.
I hope you don’t mind me sharing a tanka and my haiku tribute poem to Matsuo Bashō’s frog with commentary by the late AHA founder and poet Jane Reichhold who considered my poem among her top 10 haiku of all time. What an honor.
Here’s the Bashō poem and commentary:
Bashō’s frog
four hundred years
of ripples
- -Al Fogel
“At first the idea of picking only 10 of my favorite haiku seemed a rather daunting task. How could I review all the haiku I have read in my life and decide that there were only 10 that were outstanding? Then realized I was already getting a steady stream of excellent haiku day by day through the AHA
forum.
The puns and write-offs based on Basho's most famous haiku are so
numerous I would have said that nothing new could be said with this
method, but here Al Fogel proved me wrong. Perhaps part of my delight in this haiku lies in the fact that I agree with him. Here he is saying one thing
about realism–ripples are on a pond after a frog jumps in, but because it refers back to Basho and his famous haiku, he is also saying something about the haiku and authors who have followed him. We, and our work, are just ripples while Basho holds the honor of inventing the idea of "the
sound of a frog leaping is the sound of water".
As haiku spreads around the world, making ripples in more and larger ponds, its ripples are wider–including us all. But his last word reminds us all that we are only ripples and our lives are that ephemeral. It will be the frogs that will remain”.
And my tanka:
returning home
from a Jackson Pollock
exhibition
I smear my face with paint
and turn into art
—All love in isolation
from Miami Beach,
Florida.
Al
@deenuk125
Kendrick Lamar Lyrics (Never Catch Me Flying Lotus ft Kendrick Lamar)
This is poetry -
I can see the darkness in me and it's quite amazing
Life and death is no mystery and I wanna taste it
Step inside of my mind and you'll find curiosity, animosity
High philosophy, hyper prophesied meditation
Reminisce on my wonder years and I wonder here
Sentiments of my words ain't been so sincere
The sentiment of my nerves that I just persevere
The big thought of fallin' off disappeared to my fate
They say that Heaven's real
Analyze my demise, I say I'm super anxious
Recognize I deprive this feeling and then I embrace it
Vandalizing these walls only if they could talk
Conversations won't contemplate to my dark thoughts
@roastingnerd8545
A poem is dance of words
With each stanza waltzing with words
A poem is art without the lines and shapes
But with its canvas filled with words
A poem is a song and an instrument
But with no notes changed just your burdened voice crackling along the waves
Most of all poem is art,
It is alive and manual
Poetry is a world filled with people different from all with rhyme or not,
It is a poem nevertheless.
@turiguliano416
Here's something I just wrote today:
''Flesh and bone
Owns nothing but tombstones
But in its thinking zones
Makes wishingbones to dispose thrones
By creating codes
And making clones
With presupposed shows of wearing robes
And so in its nose it see no wholes
And builds roads that impose loads of drones
And as time flows it gets exposed
As taking loans
Without atones
Create rows of gravestones''
''Flesh and bone
Who ownes nothing but owes
Take the road that’s proposed by He who owns the throne
He shows and knows
And He will dispose a road that has no wholes
And so you won’t be froze by codes that are overexposed
And you will not moan
Missing roads of Ohs and No’s
He’s the one who shows the ropes
He’s the one who creates the codes
He’s the one who owns the zones
He’s the one who sows the woes
And He’s the one who throws the glows at your bones''
@turiguliano416
Here is one I just wrote today:
From nowhere to nevermind
Living alone on a island in the sky
My soul yarns for itself
But the eyes are not made to see I
When talking out loud in the night
Silence seems to be the loudest line
Soul can you speak to me in my mind?
I haven’t heard you silence in a while
But how can you be listing
And talking to yourself at the same time?
@turiguliano416
@@fellith4295
Thak you! Means a lot.
Are you talking about 'From nowhere to nevermind' or 'Flesh and bone'?
Please let me know and I will give you the breakdown on what it means to me, and then you can give me your interpretation too maybe.
:)
@rainbowpoems443
This is one of the poem on rain and a conversation with the earthly man….
And here is the poem-
Address to the Rain God
I sat gravely before the window,
watching the dark that laid before me
profoundly thinking for a moment or so,
about the Showery world that I could see.
And up the heaven, I looked henceforth
Towards the paradise, till the eye's sought
'What makes him rain such?'
'Brutish he is' is what I thought.
Above the world I looked far end
And beneath came the God of Rain
Thundering the skies and the heart of men
stiffening the shower that had went insane.
I stood there aquivering with fear
for he stood in front of me
and asked me for my remembrance
knowing well that it is he who caused it.
Politely I said with tongue no less,
"This world is beautiful with creations unparallel"
But the unstoppable rains have made such mess
Why don't you stop that you shall!
'It is you the humans', replied he 'who pray for rain'
The rain that quenches the Earth's thirst
Deepening the swift streams that long last
And then calling for it to return to the den.
And Oh! the inner me felt deafeated
But I stood there losing no faith
But that was prime, this is subordinate
"Has the thirst, vanished not yet!"
The rain has caused havoc on crust
The temporary world is biting the dust
Fields overflowed by the tyrant rain
'Floods and rain', are they same?
The king of splashes was pleased with me,
At least what I thought from what I saw
And replied with a strong voice
With the winds added to his draw.
Glad are you, jolly are all,
Happy are you when the rains do fall.
Irrigating the fields," the mother earth weeps
For the joy, that water beneath seeps.
The joy lasts shorter do remember,
For nothing lasts Forever
and sorrow after joy is a chain of cycle
Each in it's time is completely great
So he told and so he went
Leaving an impression that long lasted
Shaken was I and ended up in faint
Oh the conversation was just what I dreamt.
The story still doesn't end here and I ain't,
For it teaches that nothing is permanent.
Time heals everything, just wait for the day
For joy and sorrow both are great.
Joy comes after Sorrow, misery after happiness
Just don't look behind the eternal fence.
Life is not a bed of thorns, wise men say,
For a man on alms is a king next day
And here is the link
https://youtu.be/kTBUKLOasr8
@turiguliano416
Here is one I just wrote today:
From nowhere to nevermind
Living alone on a island in the sky
My soul yarns for itself
But the eyes are not made to see I
When talking out loud in the night
Silence seems to be the loudest line
Soul can you speak to me in my mind?
I haven’t heard you silence in a while
But how can you be listing
And talking to yourself at the same time?
@anony_mouse1
“Cross It All Out”
Writing poetry is cake
You can bake in one take
It’s just a mild chore
To make metaphors
And little difficulty
To toss in some simile
It’s easy as pie
Like a stoner getting high
To write like a Keats
Or a Poe or a Yeats
Then cross out two-thirds
But just the wrong words
That's all that it takes
If you mind
your line breaks
And create clever consonance
When considering your consonants
Then there's the ending
@sweetlolitaChii
You are, to me, like moonlight
You're an autumn chill
After the dreadful heat of summer
You're the sound of rain
After gasping from drought
I reach out my hand
And sense your charge like lightning through my fingers
Familiar like coming home
I speak to you
And it's morning dew by the river at dawn
I think of you
And my body's born of fire
Your mind deep like a cavern
Your voice soft and lambant like fireflies
Your friendship a phoenix born of dormant ashes
And your soul an old friend found again
You are, to me, like moonlight
Immeasurable
@searsfam5317
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@turiguliano416
Here's something I just wrote today:
''Flesh and bone
Owns nothing but tombstones
But in its thinking zones
Makes wishingbones to dispose thrones
By creating codes
And making clones
With presupposed shows of wearing robes
And so in its nose it see no wholes
And builds roads that impose loads of drones
And as time flows it gets exposed
As taking loans
Without atones
Create rows of gravestones''
''Flesh and bone
Who ownes nothing but owes
Take the road that’s proposed by He who owns the throne
He shows and knows
And He will dispose a road that has no wholes
And so you won’t be froze by codes that are overexposed
And you will not moan
Missing roads of Ohs and No’s
He’s the one who shows the ropes
He’s the one who creates the codes
He’s the one who owns the zones
He’s the one who sows the woes
And He’s the one who throws the glows at your bones''
@alisuroor8962
Listen, O stone, to the sound of eternity
This is a language that only the silent can understand
When the heartbeat of love fell in the hearts of the careless
The souls were virgins who did not understand the speech of lovers
That lover grew up
And her sorrows grew
And its strands flew in the gust of gray
And melted in the withered fields of oblivion
Where are the children's emotions hanging by threads of tenderness and kindness?
Are those dreams lost in the basement of the sad night?
Or lost the steps of love the way back to the conscience?
Calm down, roaring wind!
The branches did not commit a sin
Don't be crazy
Look how the leaves of the tree look at you in deep fear!
Come, oh forgotten poets of love, come
Return from your old escape, for your wandering is like a blind tormentor
The hearts of virgins need touches of love from your soft words.
ALI SUROOR
DUBAI
@nanayang3736
I don't know why but I am so glad that there's something machine cannot do while we can
@Languste
夢族雪羽 Just let the machine make random things with a pencil, and if you are lucky, after one billion tries you have a short more or less good poem ;P
@horseradish843
Something very useless
@user-es3th6he7x
Cannot do Yet.
@SinZCrosS
+Speedyjens well, someone's dead inside~~
@GiraffeVortex
夢族雪羽 Not for long
@gracegrass4462
I've always liked Emily Dickinson's definition: "If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can warm me, I know that is poetry. If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry."
@divyabhusal1738
That's powerful.
@garfieldfan100
@@wutaeworld nice
@nakiarobby3996
The greatest