Prompt: I will build for you each night
A palace luminous
With whole blocks of emerald
And diamond stones.
Shall it be skyblue as your eyes,
Or green as your wishes:
Be, and the palace too shall be.
Sing softly, and obedient it will take you
And fly aloft like a drunken bird,
And rise on a thread of light,
seeking two sunken stars;
driven on by the seconds of time,
Their eyes closed in the discourse of night.
When together you have traversed
The expanse, and the oceans of light,
and reached the dome of heaven
Where sleep and dreams are made,
Asl after those my fingers
Which once touched that soil,
Sowed there flowers of welcome
Befor your visit came,
That might one day mark
The way to your fine palace.
Should you tire of the palace
of the pain of solitude and grief,
And remember this our earth,
its hills and streams,
Then whisper and I shall come,
The word's verdure in my cloak.
With sickness past, ask, O my desire,
That I erect anew the ruin.
If you love with a passion
That sheds luster on the dimmest star,
Then will i build myself in the skies
A Baalbek or Palmyra,
And say: ''Rejoice, be glad,
catch each comet like a ball''
With the world as but a show
For you, your amusement and your whim.
Prompt: Nothing besides remains, round the decay of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare, the lone and level sands stretch far away.
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Prompt: An image incomparable to a flower,
Of which there will come an hour,
When its beauty surpasses many dreams,
And trickles to the common along a stream.
Prompt: The wind, that sneaky bastard,
it used to whisper through the pines,
soft, like a lover's promise in July.
Now it howls, a goddamn wolf,
ripping the last leaves from the birches
like an old man tearing up lottery tickets.
The lake, she's holding her breath,
that dark mirror gone still,
waiting for the first icy hand to grip her.
The sun, that lazy prick,
barely bothers to climb over the treeline anymore.
Just a weak, yellow yawn across the fields,
and then it's back to bed.
The air, it smells different now.
Not of damp earth and mushrooms,
but of something sharp, something clean.
Like a freshly sharpened axe.
The ground, hard as a miser's heart,
no more give, no more softness.
Even the crows sound different,
their cawing more urgent,
like they know something we don't.
Or maybe they just know what's coming.
The long dark.
The silence.
The cold that seeps into your bones
and makes you question if spring will ever come back.
But then...
But then you see the first snowflakes.
Fat, lazy, like they've got all the time in the world.
And you know it's here.
Winter.
And it's not just an ending, is it?
It's a beginning, too.
A time for stories by the fire.
A time for the Northern Lights to dance.
A time for the world to sleep,
and dream of what's to come.
And maybe, just maybe,
we'll dream a little, too.
Prompt: In a realm where cherry blossoms whispered the tales of bygone warriors, a village lay in slumber—a canvas painted with the brushstrokes of Japan's storied past. Here, Sakura's life unfurled—a symphony composed of threads of tradition and rebellion; each note a testament to her unyielding spirit.
Prompt: As life unfolds before my eyes, I'm filled with joy and glad surprise, I see the beauty in each day, and find my feet don't lead astray. With gratitude and joy in heart, I take each step with a new start, and as I grow and soar above, I feel the power of self-love.
Though challenges still may come my way, I face them with a smile each day, for I know I am strong and free, and capable of all I see. And if I need a helping hand, I know I have a friend so grand, to stand beside me and see, that life is filled with joy and glee.
So I dance and sing and revel in, this life that's now so bright within, and every day I feel so blessed, with happiness that knows no rest. For I have learned to see the light, in every moment, day or night, and I am grateful for this life, filled with love and joy and strife.
Prompt: The place where time became a space and left
The longing that's kept in my heart flows quietly
Even if your image slowly disappears from afar
My heart is trapped in the time I spent with you
The past memories become my space
It warms my life
The moments that I and you spent together
It's left with endless happiness
But as time goes by
Those sweet memories are slowly changing
But any change that we've made together
I know I can't change that moment
In the place where time has become a space
The memories in my heart
Always remember the moment I was with you
It goes on forever in my mind.
Prompt: Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance
Prompt: "And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon’s that is dreaming, And the lamp-light o’er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor; And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted—nevermore!"
Prompt: The sky and stars,
Seem too far.
The ocean and sea,
Appears too deep.
But family and friends,
are around every bend;
So enjoy your time,
before it ends.
Prompt: Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
“Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,” I said, “art sure no craven,
Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore—
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night’s Plutonian shore!”
Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”
Prompt: I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the earth’s sweet flowing breast;
A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
A tree that may in Summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;
Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.
Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.
Prompt: I’m a little teapot short and stout, here is my handle, here is my spout. When I get all steamed up hear me shout, tip me over and pour me out.
Prompt: One step at a time, on the road,
A rough stone and a sharp thorn,
I'm getting hurt little by little.
That's the perfect moment.
Surrounding us like the world stops
The light from the sky shines on our faces.
The sound of the wind reverberates in my ears
Then we forget everything and stand still.
Falling into the perfect moment
The moment when it feels like time has stopped
The moment everything is perfect
I don't know where it'll come from.
I want to make more perfect moments.
I want you to fill our lives.
Prompt: A blood-black nothingness began to spin. A system of cells interlinked, within cells interlinked, within cells interlinked, within one stem. And dreadfully distinct against the dark, a tall white fountain plays.
Prompt: In endless pages and dusty tomes,
The scholar seeks what's yet unknown,
With curious mind and heart aflame,
They journey on in quest for fame.
Through mazes vast of thought and lore,
They seek the truth forevermore,
For in the pursuit of knowledge gained,
Their wisdom grows and truth sustained.
Prompt: Attraversavamo audaci il firmamento,
Le scintille dell'amore, tra noi accese,
Volando oltre ogni confine e tormento.
Ma l'orgoglio ci separò senza pretese.
Ti aggrappavi a ogni parola che dicevo
Ma ora rimbalzano lontane dal tuo cuore
Per averti ho fatto tutto cio’ che potevo
E ora cerco di dimenticarti con estremo dolore
Rimbalzando sulle mura dietro cui ti ripari fiera.
Scompare nella notte il mio ultimo addio
E ora, nel silenzio, la verita’ mi appare intera
Quelle mura le ho costruite io
Prompt: A painting in the style of degas based on this poem In realms of shadows, where sightless eyes reside,
I ponder how to paint the hues inside.
A palette of emotions, unseen and untamed,
In words and whispers, my essence proclaimed.
To you, who cannot glimpse my outward grace,
I’ll craft a verse, my soul’s revealing embrace.
Through sonnets’ dance and metaphoric flight,
I’ll share the essence veiled in spectral light.
A whispering breeze, my laughter cascades,
Like gentle ripples on moonlit glades.
With fragrant verses, my passions unfold,
In blossoming gardens of stories untold.
My heart’s canvas, adorned with dreams and fears,
Brush strokes of love, washing away the tears.
An orchestra of emotions, softly played,
A symphony of feelings, carefully arrayed.
In tender verses, you’ll find my soul’s decree,
Unseen, yet present, ever more to be.
So close your eyes and let your heart behold,
The tapestry of me, in words of gold.
Prompt: Panther, prison,
Sein Blick ist vom Vorübergehn der Stäbe
so müd geworden, dass er nichts mehr hält.
Ihm ist, als ob es tausend Stäbe gäbe
und hinter tausend Stäben keine Welt.
Prompt: I ment the words I said.
My feelings were real.
A facebook delete when you walked out like thin air.
You packed up your shit and left.
After a disaster left me in stress.
You made a moment about you,
Like you always do.
A self absorbed character,
That views the world in blinders.
You had been acting strange for days,
No right words I could even say.
Less than 24 hours later you hate me.
Showed you only cared about materialistic things and money.
All the good that was done, all the money that I had spent, time I had give, aid I gladly gave in more than just one way, widdled down to the money only you had spent.
Not a talk about what happened, because of a social media unpost.
Even though you walked out and left my key, and then you showed me you didn't actually ever love me.
I never asked you to leave, I never said I hated you.
But now that you do, and you think I don't deserve love.
I allow my heart to become numb.
Someone who I thought was so different, now just like the rest.
I see clearly that you really weren't the best.
Every moment in nearly everyday, led to a negative thought that chipped away.
Dream Level: is increased each time when you "Go Deeper" into the dream. Each new level is harder to achieve and
takes more iterations than the one before.
Rare Deep Dream: is any dream which went deeper than level 6.
Deep Dream
You cannot go deeper into someone else's dream. You must create your own.
Deep Dream
Currently going deeper is available only for Deep Dreams.
