Chat GTP AI writes poems. Ask Chat GTP https://chat.openai.com/ to write your own poems also.

Here is an example. A poem about arab guy giving the wrong backpack to his son.

An Arab man, with love in his heart,
Gave his son a backpack, a work of art.
But in the haste of the morning, the wrong one he chose,
And as the day went on, he felt nervous, he couldn't compose.

His mind raced with thoughts of what might occur,
Would his son open it, and not understand the blur?
The backpack was special, meant for a special day,
With secrets and surprises, he feared it would all go astray.

Shall I compare thee to a smartphone?

Artificial intelligence has a long way to go if it still need the intelligence part to compose a poem like that.

(February 3, 2023 at 8:53 pm)Anomalocaris Wrote: Artificial intelligence has a long way to go if it still need the intelligence part to compose a poem like that.

Its being strongly censored right now. The backpack in my poem should have been with explosives. But I cryptically renamed it "special for a special day" in a request windows.

Here is other uncensored example.

A peom about trump finding out his wife is from KGB.

He thought he knew her well, this wife of his,
Her smile, her laugh, her every little quirk and twist.
But one day, a secret was revealed with a shout,
A truth that rocked his world, and brought his world about.

She was KGB, a spy from far across the sea,
A woman he thought he knew, but now he couldn't be.
Her words, her touch, all a clever disguise,
A mask that hid the truth, right before his eyes.

He felt the sting of betrayal, a pain so sharp and real,
The woman he loved, was not who she appeared to be.
He thought of all their moments, their laughter and their tears,
All just a part of a larger plan, to hide her KGB years.

He felt a mix of anger, and a deep sense of regret,
For the life they shared, was not what he had met.
He thought of all the times, he put his trust in her,
Only to find out, she was a spy, a KGB blur.

But as the truth sunk in, he realized one thing,
Her love for him was real, it was her cover that was sting.
And with this newfound knowledge, he made a choice that night,
To forgive her past, and build a future that was bright.

For love conquers all, it overcomes the pain,
And in the end, it is what remains.
So he took her hand, and they walked into the night,
Together, as one, into a future that was bright.

Scansion’s off, both pieces.

Boru

Very unimpressed.