Prompt: Tears of the Clown
A painted smile, a laugh so bright,
But deep within, a soul in plight,
A heart that's heavy, a soul that's down,
A broken spirit, a sad, sad clown.
With each performance, he wears the mask,
Hiding his sorrow, a painful task,
Entertaining all, with wit and jest,
While inside, he's longing for some rest.
The spotlight shines, the crowd applauds,
But in the silence, he's lost in thoughts,
A tear escapes, a silent plea,
For someone to see the real he.
His painted face, a vibrant hue,
Conceals the pain he's going through,
The circus tent, his lonely stage,
But underneath, a heart in rage.
He longs for love, a gentle touch,
To heal the wounds that hurt so much,
But for now, he plays his part,
With a heavy heart, a broken heart.
So, as he leaves the stage each night,
The mask comes off, revealing the plight,
A sad, sad clown, with tears that flow,
A lonely heart, with nowhere to go.
Prompt: Amidst the wilderness, so free and wild,
A sight that leaves me truly beguiled,
A blaze of orange, a fiery hue,
Tiger lilies blooming anew.
Their petals bold with spots and streaks,
A beauty that makes my spirit peaks,
Standing tall with grace and might,
A vibrant vision, a stunning sight.
Like flames that dance in the sun's warm light,
They bring a touch of wilderness to my sight,
A splash of color in nature's way,
Tiger lilies brighten up the day.
So, let's celebrate their fiery glow,
In forests, meadows, where they grow,
A treasure of nature, untamed and free,
Tiger lilies, a sight to see!
Prompt: An old man sits upon his porch,
A treasure trove of wisdom, an age-worn torch,
His eyes are dim, his back is bent,
But his heart is filled with life well-spent.
He's seen the world, through many years,
With laughter, sorrow, and some tears,
His memories span a lifetime's span,
A storied past, a weathered man.
He imparts his wisdom, to those who seek,
With words of wisdom, gentle and meek,
His stories are like gems, polished bright,
Guiding others with his inner light.
His heart is kind, his soul is pure,
A beacon of wisdom, steady and sure,
He's lived a life, full of lessons learned,
His legacy, cherished and earned.
So, cherish the old man, with his tales untold,
For he carries wisdom, worth more than gold,
A treasure to cherish, a timeless gem,
The wise old man, a treasure to them.
Prompt: Amidst the fields of emerald green,
A blooming scene like none you've seen.
The trees, adorned in buds of white,
Awakened from their winter's plight.
A chorus of birds fills the air,
Their melodies so sweet and rare.
As petals blush in colors bright,
The world is bathed in pure delight.
The gentle breeze, a lover's touch,
Caresses blossoms oh so much.
Their fragrant whispers, soft and sweet,
A serenade for hearts to greet.
Spring's magic spreads both far and wide,
A symphony for eyes to guide.
Nature's beauty, a wondrous art,
A treasure for the soul and heart.
Prompt: In a meadow lush and green,
Where flowers danced in golden sheen,
A gentle breeze did softly blow,
As the sun set low, all a-glow.
The birds sang sweetly in the trees,
Their melodies a gentle tease,
A symphony of nature's grace,
In that serene and peaceful place.
A babbling brook flowed gently by,
Reflecting colors of the sky,
With ripples that sparkled bright and clear,
Like diamonds shining, far and near.
Nature's beauty was on display,
In that tranquil, enchanting bay,
A moment of pure, poetic bliss,
A treasure to behold, and not to miss.
Prompt: Small Mighty Tug Boat, oh so stout,
Sailing through the waves, without a doubt,
With a heart of steel, and a powerful tug,
You're a hero of the sea, so snug!
Through stormy weather, you persevere,
Guiding ships with skill, without fear,
Pushing and pulling, with all your might,
A champion of the seas, day and night!
From harbor to harbor, you make your way,
Working hard, night and day,
A tiny vessel, with a heart so big,
Towing ships, both small and big.
Small Mighty Tug Boat, you're the one,
Braving the waters, until the job is done,
A little powerhouse, so tough and strong,
A legend of the ocean, all day long!
Prompt: Don't worry, be happy, it's the way to go,
Let your heart be light, let your spirits glow.
Smile through the clouds, and dance in the rain,
Embrace the joy, let go of the pain.
Life's full of twists, and turns, it's true,
But you have the power, to change your view.
Find the silver lining, in every storm,
Laugh out loud, and let your soul transform.
Gratitude and love, are the keys,
To unlock happiness, and set your spirit free.
Cherish each moment, hold it tight,
Let go of worries, and bask in the light.
So, don't worry, be happy, it's a choice you can make,
Embrace the present, for goodness' sake.
Fill your heart with joy, let it overflow,
Spread smiles and positivity, wherever you go.
Prompt: Guns ablaze, a deafening roar,
Echoes of battle, blood and gore.
Screams of anguish, cries of pain,
Amidst the chaos, loss and strain.
Explosions boom, shattering the air,
Tearing through peace with a deadly flare.
Bullets whiz, like angry bees,
Tearing through flesh, reducing cities to debris.
Tanks rumble, engines roar,
Warplanes soar, an ominous score.
Boots on the ground, a march of dread,
The clanging armor, of lives misread.
The sounds of war, a haunting tale,
Of lives lost, a sorrowful wail.
A symphony of destruction, a cacophony of fear,
A somber reminder, that peace is dear.
Prompt: In the tree, so high and green,
A robin's nest, a wondrous scene.
Eggs of blue, speckled and bright,
A promise of new life and light.
Momma robin tends with care,
Keeping watch with love so rare.
Soon they'll hatch, a joyful sight,
Chirping chicks, a pure delight.
Robin's eggs, a symbol of spring,
Nature's beauty, a precious thing.
A tiny miracle, pure and true,
A reminder of life's wonder anew.
Prompt: Winter's grip begins to fade,
As springtime's light begins to cascade.
And on the branches, once so bare,
New life awakens with tender care.
Buds appear in hues of green,
A sign of life, a hopeful scene.
Tiny promises of leaves to come,
A symphony of spring, just begun.
They burst with beauty, fragile and bright,
A welcome sight after winter's night.
Nature's artwork, a masterpiece,
As springtime's magic finds its release.
With each new bud, a story unfolds,
A tale of rebirth, as nature beholds.
A symbol of hope, of growth and change,
As the seasons dance in a timeless range.
So watch the buds, with wonder and cheer,
As springtime's glory draws near.
A reminder of nature's resilient grace,
A promise of beauty in every place.
Prompt: Beyond the door, a portal lies,
Beyond the door, a portal lies,
A gateway to the unknown skies.
With magic's touch, it comes alive,
A realm where wonders do thrive.
Step through, and you'll be swept away,
To lands where dreams and fables play.
Adventure waits at every turn,
As mysteries unravel and bridges burn.
In worlds of marvel, strange and new,
Where dragons soar and stars shine true.
With courage as your steadfast guide,
Explore the realms on the other side.
But heed the warnings, and take care,
For danger lurks in every lair.
With friends by your side, and blade in hand,
Embrace the journey, bold and grand.
So, step through the portal, if you dare,
Embrace the unknown with fervent flair.
For beyond the door, a world awaits,
A realm of magic and endless fates.
Prompt: Sacred chants, drums beat, spirits call,
A Shaman's wisdom, revered by all.
Beneath the stars, by fire's light,
He communes with ancestors, all through the night.
With sage and smoke, he purifies,
Guiding souls with his piercing eyes.
In nature's embrace, he finds his way,
Healing hearts, come what may.
Through vision quests and sacred rites,
He brings harmony to darkened nights.
With feathers, bones, and ancient lore,
He walks the path unseen before.
A guardian of the land and sky,
A conduit between worlds, up high.
With reverence, he honors the land,
As he walks the spirit's hand in hand.
A Shaman's wisdom, timeless and old,
A treasure to behold, untold.
In whispers of the wind and river's flow,
His ancient teachings continue to grow.
Prompt: On the fishing pier, by the sea so grand,
Anglers cast lines with bait in hand.
Sunrise hues paint the sky with grace,
As they patiently wait for a fish to chase.
A gentle breeze whispers in their ears,
As they cast their lines, void of fears.
With hopeful hearts and eyes that gleam,
They watch for signs of a nibble, a beam.
Seagulls soar, circling above,
As fishermen share stories of their love
For the ocean's mysteries, its untamed might,
As they wait for a tug, their hearts take flight.
The waves crash against the pier's stout posts,
As they patiently wait, each one boasts
Of the biggest catch they've ever had,
While savoring the moments, happy and glad.
The fishing pier, a haven of peace,
Where worries fade and stress release.
With nature's beauty all around,
It's a tranquil place where joy is found.
So, if you seek solace, come to the pier,
Cast your line, without any fear.
Let the rhythm of the waves be your guide,
As you fish by the sea, with the rising tide.
Prompt: Banana split, a dessert delight,
A treat that brings pure joy to sight,
A scoop of vanilla, chocolate, and strawberry,
Topped with whipped cream, oh so airy!
A banana, sliced right down the middle,
With flavors that make taste buds twiddle,
Nuts and cherries, sprinkled with care,
A classic dessert beyond compare!
A symphony of flavors, a heavenly treat,
With each bite, it's oh so sweet,
A dessert that's loved by young and old,
Banana split, a story yet untold!
Prompt: Oh, the Mississippi River, mighty and wide,
A majestic waterway that stretches with pride,
Its waters flow freely, a ribbon of blue,
Through the heart of America, it journeys anew.
From its source up in Minnesota's north,
It winds and meanders, flowing back and forth,
Through fertile plains and bustling towns,
Carrying barges, ships, and boats of all crowns.
Its banks are lined with cypress and oak,
Providing shelter to many a feathered folk,
From the graceful heron to the bald eagle's nest,
A treasure trove of wildlife, truly the best.
Its currents are strong, its rapids a thrill,
A playground for adventurers with daring will,
Rafters and kayakers ride the waves,
While anglers cast lines for the fish it craves.
Mark Twain once sailed on its waters wide,
Spinning tales of Tom and Huck with pride,
A river of stories, of lore and of lore,
A muse for poets, forever to explore.
So, here's to the Mississippi, a natural wonder,
A lifeline for communities, a heart that beats thunder,
With its beauty and power, a symbol so grand,
The backbone of a nation, forever to stand.
Prompt: In the holy land, so long ago,
A story unfolded of love's great show,
A tale of suffering, sacrifice, and pain,
Of a man who bore it all without disdain.
His name was Jesus, the Son of God,
Sent to Earth with a mission so broad,
To save mankind from sin's dark plight,
And offer them salvation's light.
With a heart so pure and a love so deep,
He walked among the lost and weak,
Performing miracles, spreading good cheer,
Guiding souls with words of truth so clear.
But jealousy and envy took their toll,
As the priests and Pharisees plotted their goal,
To put an end to Jesus' ways,
To silence him for all his days.
Betrayed by a friend, he was led away,
To face false accusations without delay,
Beaten and mocked, his flesh torn apart,
Yet he bore it all with a loving heart.
Nailed to a cross, he hung in pain,
As blood poured down like crimson rain,
He cried out to God, forgiveness he sought,
For those who crucified him without a second thought.
As darkness fell and the earth did quake,
The Son of God bore humanity's ache,
Prompt: Conservative and true,
Old ways they always knew.
Traditions, tried and tested,
In values they invested.
Change, they view with caution,
Preserving old-time ration.
They cherish history's lore,
And customs held of yore.
Steadfast in their beliefs,
They stand with sturdy leaves.
Respect for authority,
And fiscal responsibility.
They value family ties,
And faith that never dies.
With pride in their nation,
They uphold its reputation.
So in this modern day,
They hold their ground and say,
"We'll stand with timeless grace,
In our conservative space."
Prompt: The Radical Left, a voice so strong,
Fighting for change, against what's wrong.
Advocating justice, equality's call,
Challenging systems, standing tall.
Demanding rights, for all to share,
Breaking barriers, showing care.
Seeking progress, with passion and might,
Working for a future, that's just and right.
Championing causes, fighting for the weak,
Speaking up for those who cannot speak.
Daring to challenge the status quo,
With courage and conviction, they boldly go.
Embracing diversity, with open arms,
Rejecting prejudice and hate's harms.
Promoting inclusivity, a world that's fair,
The Radical Left, with a vision rare.
Through struggles and battles, they press on,
With resilience and resolve, they carry on.
For a world that's better, for all to thrive,
The Radical Left, determined to strive.
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.
Prompt: Grateful indeed, my heart's aglow,
For blessings that in my life do flow.
A warm embrace, a gentle smile,
Makes life's journey truly worthwhile.
A ray of sunshine on a cloudy day,
A helping hand to guide my way.
A song that lifts my spirit high,
Grateful indeed, with tears in my eye.
For love and laughter, joy and cheer,
For cherished moments, oh so dear.
For friends and family, near and far,
Grateful indeed, wherever we are.
In every challenge, every test,
Grateful indeed, I am truly blessed.
For life's abundance, big and small,
Grateful indeed, I give my all.
So let us pause and take a pause,
To count our blessings without a cause.
Grateful indeed, let's sing and shout,
For life's wonders, inside and out.
Prompt: Live today with love and grace,
Like Jesus' presence in every place.
With kindness, compassion, and forgiving heart,
Spreading peace, a healing art.
Give to others, selflessly share,
Embrace humanity with a soul that cares,
Help the needy, lift the low,
Like Jesus did, let love overflow.
Live today as if it's the final day,
With humble faith, along the way,
Serving others with a selfless heart,
Following Jesus' teachings, never apart.
For tomorrow is uncertain and unknown,
But today, let Jesus' love be shown,
In every word, in every deed,
Living like Jesus, a righteous creed.
So, cherish today, live with love,
Reflecting Jesus' light from above,
In every moment, let His love shine,
Living like Jesus, a life divine.
Prompt: Nights in Paris, magic in the air,
Eiffel's lights, a sparkling affair,
Strolling by the Seine, hand in hand,
Love's embrace, a timeless strand.
Café jazz, a sultry tune,
Under moonlit skies, a romantic cocoon,
Lovers whisper, hearts entwined,
Parisian nights, forever enshrined.
Champs-Élysées, aglow with charm,
Elegant boulevards, a lover's arm,
Eternal City of Love's delight,
Parisian nights, a dreamy sight.
Prompt: Old willow tree, so grand and wise,
With branches that stretch towards the skies,
Your leaves so green, they softly sway,
Creating shade on a sunny day.
Your bark, weathered with age and grace,
Holds stories of time's enduring pace,
A witness to seasons come and go,
Standing strong with a stoic glow.
Under your boughs, a peaceful scene,
A haven for creatures, calm and serene,
Your roots run deep, a sturdy hold,
A symbol of wisdom, wise and bold.
Old willow tree, with branches low,
Your beauty shines with a timeless glow,
A treasure of nature, ancient and free,
Forever standing, an old willow tree.
Prompt: Mackinac Island, a gem so rare,
A haven of beauty, beyond compare.
Nestled in Lake Huron, serene and grand,
A magical place, in Michigan's land.
With horse-drawn carriages, and bikes in tow,
No cars allowed, a time-traveling show.
Stately Victorian architecture, a picturesque sight,
A step back in time, a world of delight.
Famous for fudge, a sweet confection,
A treat for taste buds, a sugary connection.
From Main Street to the Grand Hotel,
A journey of wonder, a fairytale.
The Great Lakes surround, in azure hue,
Breathtaking vistas, a panoramic view.
Tranquil beaches, and rocky shores,
Nature's wonders, that the island adores.
The Grand Hotel, a timeless grace,
A historic landmark, a majestic place.
With its grand porch, a signature scene,
Where memories are made, and dreams convene.
Mackinac Island, a treasure to behold,
A destination cherished, a story untold.
A haven of charm, a true paradise,
A piece of heaven, beyond price.
Prompt: Daniel Boone, a pioneer bold,
A frontiersman with a spirit untold.
With coonskin cap and rifle by his side,
He explored the wilderness, far and wide.
Through forests dense and mountains tall,
He blazed a trail, conquering it all.
A skilled woodsman, a hunter keen,
Living off the land, his wilderness dream.
He faced the wild, the unknown vast,
With courage and grit that everlast.
A man of the wilderness, at home in the wild,
A legend of the frontier, nature's own child.
With his trusty axe, he carved his way,
Discovering lands, day by day.
A legend of the frontier, admired and true,
Daniel Boone, a pioneer through and through.
Prompt: A school bus driver, kind and bright,
Guides the children, morning and night.
A beacon of safety on the road,
Ensuring young passengers reach their abode.
With a cheerful smile and a friendly wave,
They greet the kids they strive to save.
In all kinds of weather, come rain or shine,
They navigate the route with care divine.
They know each child by name and face,
Their well-being, a topmost grace.
They watch over them with vigilant eyes,
Ensuring their journey is safe and wise.
From bus stop to school and back again,
They ferry kids with love, it's plain.
A trusted guardian, a friend in need,
The school bus driver, a hero indeed.
So let's salute their dedication,
For keeping our children's transportation,
Safe and sound, with skill and heart,
The school bus driver, playing a vital part.
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.
