Inspired By A Previous Poem Posted, Feb 15, 2023 Written, November 12, 2023 For The Premiere Contest, “ Consciousness Correction” Sponsor, Unseeking Seeker
“False pride...true greed... corrupt...agreed” _by Poet Fate is a fickle force that blinds and often messes with our minds, to pull the rug from under us; comes out of nowhere without fuss. Fate alters things we'd never guess; but this one change, I must confess removes joy in poetic art; usurps true talents we impart. Fate has directed us to cheat; AI – invented, to now meet, the inborn talents we all share; write poems fast- no work or care. It uses forms correctly, while can duplicate a poet's style. But, using what A1 has learned- sets a false “pride” for prize unearned. God-given gifts to write, compose- now must compete with AI prose. Yet, “greed” may use this selfish pass to earn high ratings that amass. Will AI steer my urge to cheat? Give me that edge to fast-compete? No! Honestly, I won't do well- knowing my mind's a tarnished shell.
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Be the first to comment on this poem. Encourage this poet.
