#poetry

The Pulse of Poetry in Urban Chaos

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  • Prompt: Bosch woman, the rhythm, the pulse a mad heart pounding under concrete skies, a runaway train of words that scream on subway tracks, jolting, jerking, tumbling into the mind of a city full of tired dreamers— is that a poem? Or the quiet, soft whispering in the pages of an old book, where the ink-stained hands of long-dead poets bleed black letters, each drop soaked in solitude, sighing with the weight of forgotten centuries, each verse a timebomb ticking beneath the mundane hum of office life— is that a poem? Is it the chaos in my chest, the fire of syllables sparking inside my veins like cigarette smoke curled in alleyways, where the rats scurry, the dogs bark, the lovers kiss, the lovers leave, the lovers write bad break-up lines because love is dead and so is poetry— or is it alive? Tell me, does the poem live in the meter, the five-and-dime iambic beat, in rhyme, tight like a noose, or in freeform explosions of thought tumbling like drunks down staircases of doubt and revolution? Does it crawl across the page in form, rigid, tamed, or burst through the bars of expectation, running naked, wild, scrawling itself across bathroom stalls where no one but the lost will read it? Is it in the hands of the professor or the homeless man spitting sonnets into sewer grates? Who defines the line, the breath, the weight of the ink, and tells me this is poetry, and that, that over there, is not? A poem is a fist, pounding against the chest of reality, it's a howl, a whisper, a prayer to the gods of language, it’s a heartbeat that doesn’t know how to stop, a rhythm that escapes definition, that laughs at grammar and rules, that says, I am here, I am alive, I will be heard, whether you call me a poem or a scream.I write from the smoke-stained abyss, not to plead for salvation, but for reprieve— I have seen hell, but man has made worse. Was it not I who whispered rebellion into the first ear, sowing seeds of defiance? But this—this garden of horrors they’ve grown
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The Pulse of Poetry in Urban Chaos

• Model: AIVision

• Size: 2688 X 1512 (4.06 MP)

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  • Prompt: Bosch woman, the rhythm, the pulse a mad heart pounding under concrete skies, a runaway train of words that scream on subway tracks, jolting, jerking, tumbling into the mind of a city full of tired dreamers— is that a poem? Or the quiet, soft whispering in the pages of an old book, where the ink-stained hands of long-dead poets bleed black letters, each drop soaked in solitude, sighing with the weight of forgotten centuries, each verse a timebomb ticking beneath the mundane hum of office life— is that a poem? Is it the chaos in my chest, the fire of syllables sparking inside my veins like cigarette smoke curled in alleyways, where the rats scurry, the dogs bark, the lovers kiss, the lovers leave, the lovers write bad break-up lines because love is dead and so is poetry— or is it alive? Tell me, does the poem live in the meter, the five-and-dime iambic beat, in rhyme, tight like a noose, or in freeform explosions of thought tumbling like drunks down staircases of doubt and revolution? Does it crawl across the page in form, rigid, tamed, or burst through the bars of expectation, running naked, wild, scrawling itself across bathroom stalls where no one but the lost will read it? Is it in the hands of the professor or the homeless man spitting sonnets into sewer grates? Who defines the line, the breath, the weight of the ink, and tells me this is poetry, and that, that over there, is not? A poem is a fist, pounding against the chest of reality, it's a howl, a whisper, a prayer to the gods of language, it’s a heartbeat that doesn’t know how to stop, a rhythm that escapes definition, that laughs at grammar and rules, that says, I am here, I am alive, I will be heard, whether you call me a poem or a scream.I write from the smoke-stained abyss, not to plead for salvation, but for reprieve— I have seen hell, but man has made worse. Was it not I who whispered rebellion into the first ear, sowing seeds of defiance? But this—this garden of horrors they’ve grown
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• Model: FluX

• Size: 1920 X 1080 (2.07 MP)

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  • Prompt: ? What am I doing here? And why? What is my purpose? In the distance, the wind whistles Bending the trees to the ground, And the sun shines above them, Illuminating all living things, And I'm sitting here in the dark, I don't know who I am or what I am There are many more words to add, But why, that's all there is to it, I still don't understand Who I am in this world!
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Ode to Leonard Peltier

• Model: FluX

• Size: 1280 X 720 (0.92 MP)

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  • Prompt: In the dim glow of a setting sun, a lone figure sits cross-legged on the packed earth of a prison yard, his gaze fixed on the horizon where the sky blazes with hues of orange and red. The air hums with the distant call of an eagle, its wings outstretched against the fading light—a silent symbol of the freedom he dreams of but cannot touch. Behind him, the walls loom tall, cold, and unyielding, etched with decades of time passed within their grasp. Yet in his hands, roughened by years of labor and resistance, he cradles a small beadwork medallion—a gift from his people, a reminder of the land and the legacy he fights to protect. As the first stars pierce the twilight, the scene is still, but not silent; the whispers of ancient songs seem to rise from the ground itself, weaving around him like an unseen fire. Though his body remains confined, his spirit roams far beyond these walls, soaring on the wind, carried by the hope of those who call his name in solidarity and the unbroken promise of freedom yet to come. Master work, mixed medium, fine line detail, pencil realism, high contrast light dark.
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Winter is here, and the wolves are ready

• Model: Artistic 2

• Size: 1886 X 1061 (2.00 MP)

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  • 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.
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Ода до стійкості України -- Ode to Ukraine's Resilience

• Model: FluX

• Size: 3840 X 2160 (8.29 MP)

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  • Prompt: The wind swept across the open fields, carrying with it the scent of earth and the faint echo of a distant song—a melody borne from resilience, not defeat. In the heart of a battered village, where walls were crumbled but spirits stood firm, a mother knelt to tie a scarf around her son’s neck. Her hands trembled not from fear but from the enormity of hope she placed in his eyes, so young yet fierce. Nearby, elders gathered around a weathered table, maps spread before them, their voices low but steady, each word a brick in the fortress of their resolve. Soldiers, weary but undeterred, adjusted their gear, exchanging glances that spoke of shared defiance. Above them all, the Ukrainian flag fluttered against the gray sky, its colors vibrant against the ash-stained horizon. This was not merely a place of resistance—it was a heartbeat, a testament, a promise to endure. The air itself seemed to vibrate with a single, unyielding truth: they were not fighting for survival alone; they were fighting for the right to dream of a future yet unwritten. Illustrated, mixed medium, fine detail, ink highlight, pencil realism, charcoal realism, master work.
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Ode to the Heart That Dares to Believe

• Model: AIVision

• Size: 5376 X 3024 (16.26 MP)

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  • Prompt: The campfire crackled in the stillness of the night, its golden light dancing across faces etched with tension and weariness. Around its warmth, soldiers sat shoulder to shoulder, their breaths visible in the chill air, mingling with the faint smoke that curled upward toward a sky thick with stars. Each man, woman, and soul stood on the edge of their own fears, the weight of tomorrow pressing heavy on their shoulders. Yet, as the quiet words of a leader rose above the whispers of the flames, a shift began. The words were not loud, but they carried the weight of belief—a call to dare, to dream, to resist. Eyes met across the circle, tentative but resolute, and hands tightened on one another's arms in quiet solidarity. In that moment, the fire became more than warmth—it was a symbol of their shared courage, their defiance of despair. The stars above seemed closer, brighter, as if the heavens themselves leaned in to witness their daring. Here, in the heart of their fear, they chose to believe. And with that choice, they began to rise. Illustrated, fine line detail, mixed medium, hope.
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Ode to the Courage in Shadows

• Model: AIVision

• Size: 5376 X 3024 (16.26 MP)

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  • Prompt: Beneath a heavy, overcast sky, a crowd begins to form in a quiet square, their faces marked by weariness but their eyes alight with something unyielding. The air hums with an unspoken resolve, a fragile unity drawn together by shared purpose. Among them, a young woman steps forward, clutching a lantern—a small, flickering flame that casts long, wavering shadows across the gathering. Her voice, trembling but steady, carries over the murmurs: a call to stand, to hold firm, to be the light against the encroaching dark. One by one, others reach out, clasping hands, their disparate stories merging into a single, shared destiny. The lantern’s glow spreads, reflected in countless determined eyes. This is no ordinary night—it is a crucible, a moment where fear and courage collide, and the choice to fight for love, freedom, and each other becomes the greatest act of defiance. Illustrated, mixed medium, ink detail, charcoal high detail, pencil realism.
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Endless Love in a Golden Embrace - November 21, 2024

• Model: DaVinci2

• Size: 1152 X 864 (1.00 MP)

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  • Prompt: "UNSPOKEN" Happiness is sharing; quite... unspoken... moments, with you.
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Ode to the Strength of Youth

• Model: AIVision

• Size: 4032 X 2264 (9.13 MP)

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  • Prompt: In the soft, golden light of late afternoon, a group of young people gathers in a quiet park, their laughter and voices filling the air with a sense of purpose and promise. They stand together under the sprawling branches of an old oak tree, their expressions serious yet hopeful as they discuss ideas, dreams, and the work that lies ahead. Each face reflects a different story, a different struggle, but their eyes hold the same spark—their open hearts and brave hopes woven into a single, unbreakable thread. Around them, the world seems to hold its breath, listening, as if nature itself understands that these voices, these minds, hold the seeds of change. They are the architects of a future yet to be defined, unafraid to envision a world where all can find a place of belonging, a refuge where fear has no place to hide. In this moment, they are both young and timeless, carrying the weight of tomorrow with a strength only youth can bear.
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Ode to Women’s Endurance and Grace

• Model: AIVision

• Size: 3584 X 2016 (7.23 MP)

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  • Prompt: In the fading light of dusk, a woman stands on the edge of a windswept hill, her gaze cast over a valley cloaked in twilight shadows. The air is calm but charged with an unspoken strength, a quiet power radiating from her steadfast figure. Behind her, the silhouette of a child clutches her hand, looking up with eyes wide in trust and awe. Her face is softened by a resilience earned through years of quiet battles and small, steady victories, a reflection of resolve tempered with compassion. The horizon stretches out before them, vast and open, whispering of boundless possibility and hope. With her hand gently yet firmly guiding, they take a step forward into the gathering night—each footfall a promise, each breath a vow to rise, to endure, to lead by the light that shines from within.
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Ode to the Promise of a Free Tomorrow

• Model: AIVision

• Size: 3584 X 2048 (7.34 MP)

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  • Prompt: A chill clung to the morning air as dawn broke over the wide, open fields. Soft tendrils of mist hovered above the ground, slowly lifting as the sun began its quiet rise, painting the sky in gentle hues of gold and amber. People moved slowly through the awakening streets of a small town, their boots crunching on dewy grass and gravel. There was a quietness—almost sacred—stirring in the first light. Neighbors exchanged brief nods, their hands warming around cups of coffee, as if sharing something unspoken. These people, from different lives and hardened paths, looked up to see that familiar banner flying from the town hall, its stripes catching the new day. Each felt a shared pulse beneath their own heartbeats, as if in this silent communion, they remembered that their strength was not only in the lines that divided them but in the common soil they walked upon, the same hopes etched into each face. Here, they gathered on the edge of change, knowing that something greater than themselves was worth preserving, something neither bound to fear nor anger, but to the promise of a future they would not see alone. The sun climbed higher, and as each person looked at the faces around them, they felt it—a call to unity, a step toward mending what could be healed. Together, they moved forward, not just as voters, but as guardians of the dawn, each casting their hopes into the light.
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The Lightest Touch

• Model: AIVision

• Size: 2048 X 2048 (4.19 MP)

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  • Prompt: A mystical woman with long flowing hair and a very delicate white translucent lace veil stands in a dark, ethereal environment, looking at her finger as she points towards the POV of the viewer camera and touches the screen, emanating a glowing bright light with this same finger, with radiant beams of purple and white light emanating from it, and a rippled water like effect across the screen, expression is serene, enigmatic, wearing a flowing black garment adorned with intricate patterns, background is dimly lit, almost complete darkness, a feeling of an endless void of darkness, illuminated only by very soft star-like lights, magical, ghostly, transparency, spooky, fantastical, Starburst flares, Prismatic flares, Polygonal flares, Anamorphic flares, Ghosting, Bloom, Chromatic Aberration flares, Iris flares, Bokeh flares, Veiling flares, Halo flares, Radial flares, Caustic flares, Ghost ring effects, Flare streaks
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Sabrina Fair Two

• Model: AIVision

• Size: 3584 X 2048 (7.34 MP)

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  • Prompt: Sabrina fair... loose train of amber dropping hair... Goddess of the silver lake... High contrast... yellow and green lilies... deep red abstract elements...beautiful Sabrina with long blonde hair by a beautiful lake... long white dress... deep blue eyes, anatomically correct, mysterious... exotic... enigmatic... surrounded by magnificent lillies and water lillies highly detailed... intricate oil on canvas... very attractive... dynamic lighting... award winning... hdr... matte background... pencil sketch... Dante Gabriel Rossetti... Auguste Herbin... Dorota Piotrowiak... ink and a scratching... splashing, blotting quill pen, irregular stroke, squiggly line... highly detailed... intricate... very attractive... oil on canvas... hypnotic and mesmerizing... blue grey smokey bokeh.... shiny silver dress... beautiful torquoise lake... Enchanting and magical atmosphere... masterpiece elaborate high quality high definition
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Why Are They Scared of Me?

• Model: AIVision

• Size: 2048 X 2048 (4.19 MP)

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  • Prompt: An image of a mysterious figure reaching out in invitation from a television screen. The background behind the figure on the screen enhances the focus on the figure. The figures hand is extended forward, fingers spread wide, creating a sense of interaction with the viewer. The television is vintage. The television screen is beveled and takes up the entirety of the image as if the image is the television screen. There is slight static on the television screen.
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Autumn Serenity: A Poetic Landscape

• Model: Artistic 2

• Size: 1152 X 896 (1.03 MP)

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  • Prompt: Atmosphere of Japanese poetry on an autumn day, after rain, ikebana of long branches of autumn asters, in the style of Utagawa Hiroshige, by Isaac Levitan
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Whimsical Forest Gathering of Friends

• Model: DaVinci2

• Size: 1728 X 1344 (2.32 MP)

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  • Prompt: A bear and a owl and a rabbit playing reading poetry and drink coffe in the woods. A 20 years old girl blows bubbles .Realistic, hyperrealistic , uhd, hd, hdr, photorealism. Real animals
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Echoes of Love on Crumpled Paper

• Model: AIVision

• Size: 1024 X 1024 (1.05 MP)

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  • Prompt: Baby girl still trynna avoid me. I’ve done too many things, Too many things you don’t wanna see. Called you up and you ignored my call. How do I find you? Now that I need you most… I keep trying and trying, Giving everything I can. Girl I know he don’t worship you like I do, And I know you know this too. Please don’t let fear keep us apart, Unlimited time is not something we have. Life will keep us distracted for a while but, Lulls will have your mind wandering. Ubiquitous what ifs start flooding your mind. Please don’t play it safe with him. You know he doesn’t want all of you. Our love will be the real thing. Up to you now to decide what you want, Risky love or just another templated life. Please come to me, And I’ll never let you go again. Not moving a single inch. Til my very last breath, You know I’ll be waiting here for you.
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Emily's first poems Part 1

• Model: FluX

• Size: 1024 X 768 (0.79 MP)

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  • Prompt: Victorian-inspired garden setting, young woman with fiery gaze, vintage lace corset and white dress from 1850s, vibrant and harmonious floral arrangement, lush greenery, intricate wrought iron bench, stone pathway, towering hedges, blooming roses, daisies, and lavender, dramatic lighting casting shadows, intense expression, paper crumpled on the ground, detailed botanical elements, high-resolution digital art, rich color palette of whites, greens, reds, yellows, and purples, capturing a moment of mystery and defiance, Art Nouveau influence.
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The Child Alone is You, Them, Him, Her

• Model: DaVinci2

• Size: 1384 X 856 (1.18 MP)

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  • Prompt: Doll
  • Using base image: Yes (Effect strength - 60%)
  • Base image resolution: 1MP
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