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Poetry Cannot Be Programmed: A Voice from the Soul

Posted by Chanda Katonga on 7/30/2025 7:20:27 PM
Dear Poets and Keepers of the Flame, As PoetrySoup opens the floor to dialogue on AI-generated poetry, I feel a deep inner call to speak — not from trend, but from truth. Can a machine mourn? Can it taste exile, love, or the smoke of a war-torn village? Can it carry a mother's scream buried beneath rubble? When I penned Where Peace Bleeds Slowly, it wasn't crafted from patterns — it rose from silence, diplomacy, bloodshed, and human cost. It was born in the ache of witnessing the cruelty of our age, and the frail hope that peace might still be carved from sorrow. AI might generate clever lines, even beauty. But poetry — real poetry — is not only crafted; it is lived. AI does not carry trauma. It doesn't remember its ancestors. It doesn't bleed. It cannot pray. Let AI remain a tool — useful, perhaps — but never the voice of our human condition. It must never replace the soul that suffers, dreams, or stands between empires and innocence with only a pen in hand. Let poets remain sacred witnesses. Let our voices, born from pain, joy, and spirit, carry forward what machines can only echo — never feel. In reverence and resistance, Chanda Katonga Poet, Witness, Dreamer

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Comment by Team Poetrysoup on 7/31/2025 1:18:51 PM

We definitely agree with you!


Comment by Chanda Katonga on 7/31/2025 1:39:02 AM

Thank you, Adebayo. Poetry is born from feeling — from the ache, wonder, and truth of being human. AI may mimic structure, but it cannot bleed. Only the soul gives verse its life.


Comment by Adebayo Adeniyi on 7/30/2025 11:08:17 PM

Al generated poetry are soulless, without feeling whereas poetry is all about feelings.


Comment by Chanda Katonga on 7/30/2025 9:55:22 PM

Thank you, Aram. Yes — the soul of the Earth cannot be coded. No matter how complex the machine, it cannot feel rain, or mourn the silence after war. AI may write, but only nature bleeds and heals. The pulse of poetry, of truth, will always belong to the living. In solidarity with the winds that whisper wisdom — Chanda


Comment by Aram Sarian on 7/30/2025 8:29:13 PM

War against the Machines. A.I will lose. Nature always wins



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