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Kids on Phones - Poem

• Model: Artistic

• Size: 768 X 768 (0.59 MP)

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  • Prompt: a kid on a phone
  • Using base image: No
  • Aspect Ratio: square

Country Stud

• Model: Artistic

• Size: 768 X 768 (0.59 MP)

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  • Prompt: a country boy
  • Using base image: No
  • Aspect Ratio: square

Truth Hurts Poem

• Model: Artistic

• Size: 896 X 704 (0.63 MP)

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  • Prompt: The truth can sting, Like a bee's sharp sting, It cuts deep, And leaves a mark we can't keep. We may try to hide, But the truth will abide, It won't let us go, Until we let it show. So embrace the pain, And don't refrain, For the truth hurts, But it also asserts.
  • Using base image: No
  • Aspect Ratio: landscape

All I Need is a Friend Poem

• Model: Artistic

• Size: 896 X 704 (0.63 MP)

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  • Prompt: All I need is a friend, Someone to hold my hand, To stand by me through thick and thin, And help me understand. All I need is a friend, Someone to share my joys, To laugh with me and make me smile, And hear me when I voice. All I need is a friend, Someone to lend an ear, To listen when I need to talk, And wipe away my tear. All I need is a friend, Someone to lift me up, To give me strength when I feel weak, And fill my empty cup. All I need is a friend, Someone to be my guide, To walk beside me on my journey, And stay with me till the end. All I need is a friend, To make my life complete, And with you by my side, My heart will skip a beat.
  • Using base image: No
  • Aspect Ratio: landscape

The Cat Lady Poem

• Model: Artistic

• Size: 896 X 704 (0.63 MP)

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  • Prompt: The Cat Lady
  • Using base image: No
  • Aspect Ratio: landscape

The Class Clown Poem

• Model: Artistic

• Size: 896 X 704 (0.63 MP)

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  • Prompt: The class clown, he sits in class With mischief in his eye, He's always quick with a joke or prank, And never, ever shy. He makes us laugh when we're feeling down, And lightens up the mood, His antics keep us on our toes, And keep us all amused. But sometimes the teacher doesn't smile, And sends him to the hall, He'll return with a grin on his face, And make us laugh once more. He's never mean or hurtful, He's just a little wild, And though he may drive the teacher crazy, We all love the class clown child. For in a world that can be so serious, He brings a little joy, And though he may not always follow rules, He's still our favorite boy.
  • Using base image: No
  • Aspect Ratio: landscape

I Adore You Poem

• Model: Artistic

• Size: 896 X 704 (0.63 MP)

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  • Prompt: You make my heart skip and dance In your presence, I feel a trance Your smile lights up my world anew I adore you, yes, it's true
  • Using base image: No
  • Aspect Ratio: landscape

How Does It Feel Poem

• Model: Artistic

• Size: 896 X 704 (0.63 MP)

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  • Prompt: How does it feel to be alive? To breathe in air and thrive? To witness nature's beauty unfold, And see the wonders of the world? How does it feel to love and be loved? To have someone to hold when times are tough? To share the laughter and the tears, And cherish memories throughout the years? How does it feel to dream and create? To bring ideas to life and innovate? To leave a mark on history's page, And inspire others to be brave? It feels like magic, it feels like life, Full of joy, full of strife. But through it all, we learn and grow, And embrace the beauty of the unknown.
  • Using base image: No
  • Aspect Ratio: landscape

Insomnia Poem

• Model: Artistic

• Size: 896 X 704 (0.63 MP)

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  • Prompt: Sleep eludes, I lie in bed, Restless thoughts whirl in my head, Toss and turn, night turns to day, Insomnia, please go away! Blanket's warmth, pillow's embrace, Yet I'm trapped in wakeful chase, Clock's ticking, echoes loud, Sleep's elusive, like a cloud. Counting sheep, closing eyes, But slumber's grasp, a prize denied, Minutes stretch, hours drag, Restless mind, an endless snag. Darkness fades, dawn's first light, Another sleepless, restless night, Yearning for that blissful rest, Insomnia, you're quite the pest!
  • Using base image: No
  • Aspect Ratio: landscape

The Blood of the Cross Poem

• Model: Artistic

• Size: 896 X 704 (0.63 MP)

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  • Prompt: The Blood of the Cross, a gift so divine, A love that surpasses all space and time. A sacrifice made on Calvary's tree, For sinners like you and sinners like me. A crimson stream, poured out with care, The Lamb of God, a burden to bear. His precious blood, shed for our sin, To cleanse our souls and make us new within. The Blood of the Cross, a ransom paid, A debt too great for us to have repaid. It washes us clean, makes us white as snow, Restores our hearts, makes our spirits glow. No earthly treasure, no human deed, Could ever accomplish such a wondrous feat. Only the blood of Jesus, pure and true, Can save our souls and make us anew. So let us cherish, with hearts of praise, The Blood of the Cross, in all its grace. For it is the power, the hope, the light, That saves us from darkness and gives us sight. In Jesus' blood, we find forgiveness sweet, A love so boundless, so rich, so complete. Oh, let us never forget the price He paid, The Blood of the Cross, our hope and aid. So, as we journey on this earthly race, Let's keep our eyes fixed on Jesus' face. And thank Him always, for His selfless act, The Blood of the Cross, our eternal pact.
  • Using base image: No
  • Aspect Ratio: landscape

Banana Split Poem

• Model: Artistic

• Size: 896 X 704 (0.63 MP)

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  • Prompt: Banana Split
  • Using base image: No
  • Aspect Ratio: landscape

Hans the Dutch Boy Poem

• Model: Artistic

• Size: 896 X 704 (0.63 MP)

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  • Prompt: In Holland, by the windmills' sail, Lived Hans, a boy both small and frail. With wooden clogs and curly hair, He roamed the tulip fields so fair. One day, he heard a dreadful sound, A leaky dam, water seeping 'round. Without delay, he sprung to act, His finger plugged the hole, a brave pact. He stood for hours, unwavering, As villagers praised his endeavoring. With cheeks all red and shoes all wet, He knew he couldn't quit just yet. As morning broke, relief arrived, The townsfolk saw Hans still alive. They fixed the dam and hugged him tight, A hero's glory, pure delight. From that day on, in Dutch folklore, Little Hans's tale forevermore, A tale of courage, grit, and joy, Of bravery in a small Dutch boy.
  • Using base image: No
  • Aspect Ratio: landscape

The Pot Hole Plight Poem

• Model: Artistic

• Size: 896 X 704 (0.63 MP)

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  • Prompt: On the road, a dreaded sight, A driver's fear, a dark delight, A crater deep, a gaping hole, A tire's fate, an unwelcome toll. It lurks in shadows, hides in rain, A menace sly, causing pain, With jolts and bumps, a teeth-chattering thrill, A challenge to navigate with skill. Beware the pit, so wide and wide, A trap for cars, a chasm to collide, A test of brakes, a swerve or stop, A warning sign, a sudden drop. Oh, the woes of the pot hole plight, A road's bane, an endless fight, A menace bold, a driver's dread, A tire's foe, a hole so widespread.
  • Using base image: No
  • Aspect Ratio: landscape

Bravery in Flames Poem

• Model: Artistic

• Size: 896 X 704 (0.63 MP)

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  • Prompt: A fireman bold, with heart so true, His courage shines in flames that grew. With axe in hand, he charges through, To rescue lives, both old and new. With sirens blaring, lights aglow, He braves the heat, with steady flow. Through smoke and ash, he'll always go, To save the day, a fearless show. He battles fires, big and small, Answering duty's urgent call. A hero to us, one and all, A beacon in chaos, standing tall. So let us praise the fireman's name, For selfless deeds, he brings no fame. A guardian in the fiery game, Forever honored, his rightful claim.
  • Using base image: No
  • Aspect Ratio: landscape

Moonlit Curse of the Wolf Poem

• Model: Artistic

• Size: 896 X 704 (0.63 MP)

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  • Prompt: Beneath the moon's bewitching light, A creature stirs, a fearsome sight, A beast with fur, eyes glowing bright, A lycanthrope, a creature of the night. By day, a mortal, like any other, But when the full moon rises, a change to uncover, Bones crack, and muscles grow, A transformation, an eerie show. With fur as black as the midnight sky, And eyes that gleam with a feral cry, A hunger rising, a primal urge, To hunt, to prowl, a beastly surge. Through the woods, with stealth and speed, A warewolf runs, with fangs to feed, A creature cursed, both man and beast, A life of shadows, a violent feast. But in the morning, as the moonlight fades, The warewolf retreats to the forest glades, A human form, with no recollection, Of the moonlit curse, and its savage reflection. A tale of terror, a tragic fate, A warewolf's life, a haunting state, Forever torn between two worlds, A creature cursed, as the moon unfurls.
  • Using base image: No
  • Aspect Ratio: landscape

The Puffin's Dance Poem

• Model: Artistic

• Size: 896 X 704 (0.63 MP)

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  • Prompt: Upon the cliffs, by the roaring sea, A bird with charm and grace, I see. With black and white, and orange beak, A puffin takes a daring leap. From lofty heights, it spreads its wings, And in mid-air, it freely sings. With flapping wings, it dives headlong, In search of fish, swift and strong. Beneath the waves, a world unknown, Where puffins dance and fish are shown. With skillful beak and nimble flight, They catch their prey with sheer delight. Back to the cliffs, with fish in tow, The puffin lands, its catch to show. With a beaming beak and feathers preened, It's a majestic sight, it's keen. "The Puffin's Dance" a grand display, Of nature's beauty in full array. A bird so bold, a sea's delight, A puffin's grace, a wondrous sight!
  • Using base image: No
  • Aspect Ratio: landscape

The Timeless Relic Poem

• Model: Artistic

• Size: 2538 X 1974 (5.01 MP)

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  • Prompt: In the corner of the room it stands, An old grandfather clock with weathered hands. Its wooden frame shows signs of age, A relic from a bygone stage. Its pendulum swings with a gentle sway, Marking the moments that slip away. But its chimes are muted, its gears worn thin, The passage of time has taken its toll, within. Once a prized possession, a cherished treasure, Now it stands broken, but still with measure. Its face tells tales of days long past, Of memories cherished, they still will last. The intricate carvings, the ornate design, A testament to craftsmanship divine. Though time has taken its toll, it's true, The old clock's beauty still shines through. A reminder of days that used to be, A symbol of time's relentless decree. "The Timeless Relic" with stories to tell, A broken clock, yet it casts its spell. For in its cracks and faded face, Lies history's mark, a silent grace. A reminder of life's fleeting tick-tock, The old, broken down grandfather clock.
  • Using base image: Yes

Apocalypse Unveiled Poem

• Model: Artistic

• Size: 2538 X 1974 (5.01 MP)

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  • Prompt: Dark clouds shroud the sky with dread, A sense of doom, a world misled. The end of days, so long foretold, Unfolding now, as fate unfolds. The earth convulses, trembles in fear, As fires rage, drawing near and near. Volcanoes erupt, the ground shakes, The apocalypse, no one can mistake. The seas rise up with tidal force, Engulfing lands without remorse. A deluge spreads, devouring all, As kingdoms crumble, and empires fall. Panic grips the hearts of men, As chaos reigns, beyond their ken. No sanctuary left to find, In this cataclysmic, apocalyptic grind. Yet in the midst of darkness' plight, A glimmer of hope, a flicker of light. For amidst the ruins, a new dawn gleams, A chance for redemption, beyond the screams. As survivors rise with steadfast might, To rebuild a world, once bathed in blight. With unity, courage, and hope anew, A future beckons, vibrant and true. For from the ashes, a new world blooms, A testament to human resilience, it looms. The apocalypse, a chapter closed, As a brighter future is now composed.
  • Using base image: Yes

Divine Guidance in Every Word The Lord's Prayer

• Model: Artistic

• Size: 896 X 704 (0.63 MP)

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  • Prompt: Our Father, who art in heaven above, Hallowed be Thy name, full of love. Thy kingdom come, Thy will be done, On earth as it is in heaven's sun. Give us this day our daily bread, Sustenance for both heart and head. Forgive our trespasses, as we forgive, In Your grace, may we eternally live. Lead us not into temptation's snare, Keep us safe with Your tender care. Deliver us from evil's dark hour, Grant us strength and heavenly power. For Thine is the kingdom, glory, and might, Forever and ever, a beacon of light. Amen, we pray with faith so true, The Lord's Prayer, a treasure anew.
  • Using base image: No
  • Aspect Ratio: landscape

The Yarn Cat Ginger Poem

• Model: Artistic

• Size: 768 X 768 (0.59 MP)

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  • Prompt: a fluffy orange little sheep cat, Lisa Frank
  • Using base image: No
  • Aspect Ratio: square