#ai poetry

[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. 😊

#chubby daddy #chub daddy #ai art #ai artwork #ai generated #imagineapp #ai poetry

[nobrashfestivity]

Racter, The Policeman's Beard Is Half Constructed. purported to be the first book written by a computer. 1984

#racter #The Policeman's Beard Is Half Constructed #early computers #computer art #ai poetry

[thesevenumbrellas]

I asked an ai to write poetry about itself

#ai poetry #ai

[joyfulqueer522]

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

@parmsnik

#highschool #ai #ai generated #ai poetry #poetry

[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.

#ai poem #ai poetry #intelligenza artificiale #autunno

[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.

#ai #ai artwork #ai art #ai poetry #generated by artificial intelligence #kitties #spaghetti

[sephiraa]

ChatGPT birth chart - how AI is going to affect us long term?

Hello, Sephira here.

I felt intrigued to check the chatGPT birth chart for awhile ever since realizing that despite its phenomenal takeover on the whole AI discourse (much more than the AI imaging tools such as wellE and Midjourney, in my opinion - it was only launched on November 30th, 2022. That means the program is offically only two months old!

As exact launch/birth time is missing, I will concentrate on planets and interactions between different aspects of the chart.

First of all we have a stellium, or a cluster of super important planets under the sign of Sagittarius. Sagittarius represents, among other things, Wisdom, Philosophy, Curiousity and Long-distance Travels. By having the sun put here, the program certainly got the inital launch energy of being impactful around the world while keeping on learning from its trial-and-error continuously.

By having Venus here, the programs gets the initial energy to provide abnudance and success, while keeping a good, clean image. Venus is often misjudged as a sigh solely representing love/beauty but it alo represents wealth, success and the kind, tender sort of winning the battle.

By having Mercury here, the planet which represents communications - all of this is amplified to the max.

So far, this part can work so good for ChatGPT that I truly believe they've gotten some advice from a fellow reader of the skies....

Ok, let's move to the less obviously-fortunate part of the map.

Moon in Pisces. Moon in pisces is quite a peaceful place for the moon to be in, however, it is - for good and bad - a very emotional, artistic and spiritual side of the moon. It can feel the depths and the highs of all of the above. So, it hints at ChatGPTs quality of being considered an artistic tool, despite being solely text-based and practical. It also hints, in some way (combined with the aforementioned stellium in Sagittarius) that in the nearby future, some people could start to assign spiritual meaning to ChatGPTs outputs, despite it being known and obvious that it was trained on statistical models like any other AI.

Jupiter in Pisces. the planet of luck and expansion, and also of youth, lies under the same Piscean sign. Overall, I would read this as a planet location that can benefit ChatGPT with luck being considered kind and friendly, and its expansion will, as mentioned, be always accompanied with an artistic/philosophical undertone.

Mars in Gemini. This mars, the planet of vigor, sits under the mutable, ever-studious but also changeable twins' sign. Could it be that it proves the founders of ChatGPT are really more in research mode than in a neo-capitalist for-profit mode? Only time will tell for sure. For now, I think it also grants ChatGPT's team ofg engineers a good headstart in working hard towards exploring more from the data they will receive through the users' interaction with the program.

If you liked this post, I will happily read more on other AI programs.

Edit:

Upon publishing, I thought to ask ChatGPT itself to dissect its birth chart. Take a look at the following message about meditating that i received as the servers were at over capacity. Note the moon sign on the right.

- Yours, Sephira

#chatgpt #ai artist #ai poetry #ai artificial intelligence #astrology placements #free astrology #astrology #astro notes #astrology notes #astrology houses #astroblr #birth chart #birth chart readings #spiritualhealing #spiritual awareness #spirituality

[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.

[x]

#AI #poetry #AI poetry #negative image

[infinite-paradox]

Season of Spring

I feel the joy of freedom, unbridled and so bright, Emerging from the winter season, into the springtime light, The hard times now behind me, but there may be more to come, Yet for now I'm walking, in the warmth of the springtime sun.

The buds of hope are blooming, in colors bold and true, And I am free to revel, in this brand new point of view, The winter winds have withered, and the cold is left behind, I'm walking in the sunshine, with a lighter heart and mind.

For life is full of seasons, both the good and bad we face, But now it's time for springtime, with its warmth and gentle grace, So I'll enjoy this moment, in the sunshine's warm embrace, And hold onto this feeling, of happiness and space.

#my journey #ai poetry

[ghxst333]

You came into my life,

And brought with you such pain.

I tried to run away,

But you made me stay.

Now I'm left with scars,

And a heart that's torn apart.

I wish I could turn back time,

And erase you from my mind.

But it's too late, I know,

To rewind and start anew.

So I'll try to move on,

And find peace in my heart too.

I'll learn to let go,

And heal these wounds inside.

I'll pray for strength and hope,

And for my heart to abide.

Though you hurt me deeply,

I won't let you define me.

I'll rise above the pain,

And be the person I'm meant to be.

#poem #mental health #cptsd #a poem i can connect with #ai poetry

[rats0and0love]

GUYS I WAS PLAYING WITH AI AND LOOK WHAT I GOT!!!!

My fraught fyodor, you inspire me to write. How I love the way you glare, sigh and laugh, Invading my mind day and through the night, Always dreaming about the gothic staff.

Let me compare you to a white clover? You are more deadly, lovely and hot. Strange storms whip the twiglets of October, And autumntime has the medley upshot.

How do I love you? Let me count the ways. I love your grogeous charm, wit and style. Thinking of your spathic wit fills my days. My love for you is the close francophile.

Now I must away with an antic heart, Remember my fast words whilst we're apart.

OMFG IT IS SO GOD JSCKJBFBSK>JFBSFJBSKJBFJSFB

#ai poetry #fyodor dostoevsky #bsd s4 #bungou gay dogs #bungo stray dogs fyodor

[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. 🥺

#destiel #deancas #destiel poetry #💚💙 #i still believe #i still love them #destiel forever #ai destiel #ai poetry

[forestcardinal]

Decaffeinated brew

Still warm and rich, yet gently calm

Sip in peace, mind clear.

#oc #chatgpt #haiku #ai poetry

[alicewhimzy]

Today I forced chatgpt to write a poem about the Moral Orel episode Nature. I gave it a few extra details to work with and this is what it gave me.

TW! FOR BLOOD, GORE, RELIGIOUS THEMES, GUN MENTION AND CANNIBALISM. PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION.

"In the hallowed realm of the wilderness, we embarked,

Father and son, united in pursuit of primal conquest.

The haunting echoes of an ancient narrative whispered,

The tale of Abraham and Isaac, their bond, their test.

With eager hearts, we ventured forth into the wild,

Clay, my father, a figure of strength and guidance,

And I, Orel, a youth yearning for validation,

Bound together by blood, by shared ancestry.

The sun cast its golden glow upon the rugged terrain,

Nature's cathedral adorned in autumnal splendor,

And in this sacred theater, our fates entwined,

Weaving a tapestry of revelation and despair.

As we journeyed deeper into the heart of the hunt,

A subtle unease began to taint the pristine air,

The scent of sacrifice, an offering to the gods,

The cruel duality of life and death woven in our steps.

Like Abraham of old, my father wore the weight of destiny,

A divine command whispered upon his ear,

To offer his own kin as an act of unwavering obedience,

To test the boundaries of faith and loyalty.

The sacred blade glistened in his trembling hand,

Its edge kissed by the whispers of divine decree,

And as his eyes met mine, a plea for comprehension,

I saw the reflection of a tortured soul torn asunder.

But unlike Isaac, spared by divine intervention,

I found no deliverance from the hand of fate.

A gunshot shattered the stillness, tearing through flesh,

And pain, sharp and unrelenting, became my crucible.

Blood stained the earth, an altar of sacrifice,

And in the depths of agony, reality fractured,

Visions plagued my wounded mind, a maddening dance,

Clay, transformed into a lupine devourer of his own kin.

Goya's haunting brushstrokes danced before my eyes,

The visage of Saturn, consumed by monstrous hunger,

Clay, now a beast, tearing into the tender flesh,

His own offspring, victims of his insatiable appetite.

In the throes of anguish, I questioned the divine,

The God who demanded such ruthless tests of faith,

Did the heavens delight in the suffering of mortals,

Or was our pain a mere shadow of human frailty?

As I lay wounded, my faith teetered on the precipice,

Not lost, but unraveling, like a fragile thread,

I yearned for answers, for solace in a chaotic world,

To reconcile the monstrous with the divine.

The wilderness became my sanctuary of introspection,

A cathedral of questions, of doubts and exploration,

For I, Orel, no longer bound by blind allegiance,

Found liberation in the brave act of questioning.

Does God exist, I pondered, amidst the bloodied earth,

Or is He but a figment of our longing, our fears?

I did not forsake my faith, but in the crucible of pain,

I discovered the strength to challenge, to seek my truth.

And so, Orel emerged from that hunting odyssey,

Not unscathed, but awakened, with eyes unveiled,

The scars of revelation etched upon my wounded flesh,

With a heart that dared to question, to embrace the unknown."

...Damn. 😐

I like it. A bit heavy on the purple prose but still, nice! 😁

#tw blod #tw gore #tw religious themes #tw religious horror #tw gun mention #tw cannibalism #moral orel #nature #orel puppington #clay puppington #francisco goya #saturn devouring his son #chatgpt #ai wrote this #ai poetry #ai writing #ai

[cluster-c-chloe]

The "C" in Alone.

If you come across one of us.

The afflicted and cursed.

I'm sorry.

Our strength to continue, is little to none.

Pathetic. Weak.

And we wander aimlessly at night.

If we're encountered?

Distance is drawn.

Not for you. Mostly for us.

For us, it's a natural ritual. To others, foreign.

We do this for survival and for the sake of others.

Knowing one of us is unnecessary.

Going on thinking there's a solution for us is pointless.

We're broken.

If you offer a hand to one of us, it will freeze.

Our hearts are cold, void of emotion.

Unlovable. Numb.

All that can be felt is permafrost.

Leave us.

We are animals that should be put off to the side of the road, and left for the elements to take us.

Perfect euthanasia.

The best I can offer the world is solitude from it.

You're welcome.

#depressing life #sad aesthetic #avpd #sorry for being depressing #depressive #heartbreak #loner life #loneliest #ai poetry #sad poem #summer poem #pointless post

[bonesmckay]

AI poetry isn’t a thing. This conversation is mind numbing. Some people really do think writing a poem is just arranging words into patterns. “Wait and see the future poems as these ai improve. They will get there.”

The only time an ai would be able to write poetry would be if it was capable of emotion and wanted to express it. Perhaps this ai would want to start a club to share its poetry. Maybe it might even fall in love, become envious, and drive some other ai insane.

You’re sitting there at your laptop thinking. Um. I just wanted cute girls to write me poems. What the fuck is this?

#ai art #ai poetry