#poetry

Whispers of the Moonlit Forest

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  • Prompt: Generate a masterpiece scene to this poetry
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money can't buy happiness

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  • Prompt: oil painting portrait money cant buy happinese
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It rains

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  • Prompt: It rains on the remains of exploded bombs, rays of the sun appear among the rubble of houses, white ash falls on cold and dead bodies, a warm wind blows, clothes and rags fly, doves and butterflies, green leaves, rose petals. Erase the sea memory and footprints, a roaring breath, a seagull and a fisherman. Behind the screen, behind the doors, behind your back, between words and deeds, men, animals, plants, insects, viruses and bacteria. In yesterday's thoughts, in daily actions, in mistakes, in lies, the light of truth is carved, the candle, the lighthouse, the moon and the stars.
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The City Of The Dead XX

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  • Prompt: In a Eugène Delacroix style, dream a scene about this poem: I saw a procession moving slowly and reverently, accompanied by pieces of music that filled the sky with sad melody. It was an elaborate funeral. The dead was followed by the living who wept and lamented his going. As the cortege reached the place of interment the priests commenced praying and burning incense, and musicians blowing and plucking their instruments, mourning the departed. Then the leaders came forward one after the other and recited their eulogies with fine choice of words.
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One

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  • Prompt: For the entropy's eternal, And so, to life, death's caress. For our thoughts are all internal, And so our lives, our distress. In some ways, eons are instant: Just one blink, and it's past, over. In space and in time so distant.. With no way to see each other. And one fate we soon shall follow, Be it ten, or thousand years. So I search, for truth not shallow, Which could, in part, soothe some fears. Nonetheless, we are all one. Now or then, still one, forever. In the distance, myriad mirrors, For we're one, alone, together.
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One

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  • Prompt: Countless systems and reactions, Countless atoms, infinite chances. To spacetime I’d ask: what happened? To what end your glowing dances? Two or nine billion light years, Information calmly travels. As time flows, waves stay the same, While matter endlessly alters. If some distant minds awakened, For them time steadily advanced. Some of them by now have darkened, Their light gone, with all they've answered.
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One

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  • Prompt: But in this lucky bright lining, Awareness has come awake. It has seen the self, and pondered: “What am I, and for what made? Why right here, and for whom's sake? On this ship, which with death borders.. Is this single, blue gem, Eden? Or did space-time shape some brothers?” Hard to say, it's a tough bet, In vast space, and time alike. Myriad places with rules met, But awareness..? One rough hike. There might be some kind of gate, Or some rules to us unknown. Life may last not long, by trait, Wake, see, live. Then die alone. I reckon there's little meaning, In gods, or in red silk strands. I think bless lies in the fortune, Of a mind inside time's sands.
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One

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  • Prompt: Don't weight with value the years, Just eliptics, around our sun. Life is but a sweet short journey. See, know, live.. For soon it's done. And as one, see through, forever, As one fabric, not oneself. Cry, laugh, live, perish together, For we're one. Them, me, yourself.
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Dark

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  • Prompt: As the guts fill with sheer terror, My cup falls, opens a burrow. Pitch black hands rise and come forward, To reach me, with long arms narrow. As one lastly grasps my neck, It injects, with black, spine’s marrow, As floor's crumbling, I’m pulled, To a nightmare, filled with sorrow.
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Dark

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  • Prompt: I wake up amidst cold sweat, By grey skies find myself lulled. After seconds, with regret, All left dreams my mind has culled. But this space seemingly euclidean, Is twisted beyond perception. Brings lost souls right where it pleases, Futile searching for directions. Each step weights more than the last, Hope leftovers become shallow. Worn out hunger of the mind, Doubts empowering the shadows. An air dense, unsatisfying, Pushing deep, hurting the lungs, Makes me feel all more dyspneic, As panic fastens tight bounds.
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Dark

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  • Prompt: You might wonder who I am.. The answer your mind would glint. You’re not yet done with existing, Still, I could give a short hint. I am life, beyond mind’s filters, I am death, in mind’s last slivers. Can't be seen, yet am reveered, I am none, I’m all, indeed. Pure bright energy to mind, Yet so lethal to mere happiness.. I am what when searched, can't find, I am thou, from birth till darkness. I'm the green beyond the choice, And in itself the monsoon, I'm the wind howling the night, The last look towards full moon. Now, please just observe your time, See your future, what you'll live. But beware, you won't recall, You'll just feel, that's all I give.
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Susan Sontag would roll over in her grave

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  • Prompt: Susan Sontag at a disco reading poetry in the style of Michelangelo
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the veil of chaos

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  • Prompt: Through the veil of chaos A beacon in the night. From depths of despair, we embrace the flame, In shadows, we dance, with blackened hearts aflame.
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The Carousel

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  • Prompt: At times it feels like a carousel, I'm afraid to embark. Scrutinizing: Does it spin too swiftly? Will I be thrown off? Will I get hurt, or should I abstain? When I finally gather courage, pull myself together, and wish to step on, the momentum has waned, the thrill dissipated, the counterpart vanished, and it's too late. The longing must be stowed, visions and dreams set aside, until the next time I'm granted a chance to ride. Do I dare then, while it's delightful, or do I hesitate, wait and ponder, until once more it's too late?
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Fingers

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  • Prompt: The fingers, exploratively tracing the contours of the skin's distinctive formation. A tickling sensation, anchoring within, intensifying, absorbed by the ultimate closeness. Kisses, searing and igniting. Impressions overflow, only to grow into an all-encompassing state. The peril of consequences forgotten for a while, until rational thoughts take the lead. Openness and intimacy turn into an uncertain, ominous future.
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The peril of consequences

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  • Prompt: Two people beside each other on a bed, one caressing the other's back, everything is pleasant, but suddenly, doubt and insecurity take over the situation.
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Icarus's sky has more poetry than Galileo's

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  • Prompt: Icarus's sky has more poetry than Galileo's
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Surreal Spectrum: Childhood's Poetry

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  • Prompt: The death of childhood is the beginning of poetry. A dreamlike image straight from the collective unconscious of men. Jung archetype: Spectrum Magazine, Graphic Novel surrealistic Comic Art by Bill Sienkiewicz, Francis Bacon, Marc Chagall, Ben Templesmith, Dave McKean, Zdzisław Beksiński, Brom, Alexandra Manukyan, Rimel Neffati, Deborah Tuberville, Andrew Wyeth, Irina Ionescu
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The fall of Ozymandias

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  • Prompt: The fall of Ozymandias
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Days grays

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  • Prompt: Days grays, greatest days, taste this test, they stay best, stop the bus, boost the stars, turtle burp, burn or reborn him, bum on room, ride on rude roads, crash us this brush, right to dust, fast rubs fires, free to dream them, fill love, live life.
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