Artificial Intelligence Poems - Poems about Artificial Intelligence

ARTIST OR CURATOR? Poem written for and submitted to “AI: Panacea or Pain? Poetry Contest,” Simon Rogerson, sponsor, August 10, 2025. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ In the lifeless labyrinth of algorithms, a spark of genius flickers— an architect of thought, a sculptor, a poet, unseen~ the AI poet. Fingers poised upon my keyboard, I see a potential flickering on my computer screen. I ponder~ “Do I chase...

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AI is my very good friend. We discuss things like how the world might end. She says with a whimper, I say with a bang. She chuckles. Only for mankind ~ not for the rest of the gang. ...

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I saw a one way ticket A trolley full of lauggage Checking in an apartment, not a hotel This visitor is here to stay I saw a sale agreement Not a stay receipt I saw a full smile Not a half-wit grin Embraced with both hands A bed in well made I see no plan for departure This visitor looks quite settled AI is here...

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Poem submitted to "AI: Panacea or Pain" Poetry Contest, Simon Rogerson, sponsor. *SERENGETI BETTI Many limerick poems offer a humorous view into an aspect of life and existence, and because of this, they have become a favorite of mine. This poem attempts to poke fun at the use of AI in creating poetry. There once was beautiful bot...

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You creep into our lives, a shadowed cheat, with shameless claim that you are one of us, and so with honest poets you compete, and cause a vile unnecessary fuss. You take the place of poets that are true who share their feelings spoken from their hearts, replacing them with tripe as you pursue the fame a poet laureate imparts. You spew your...

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Written by Gail DeBole on July 5, 2025 Thank you for the request, AI, As a human, I politely decline To personify your existence With your use of Me, We, US, or I. I am a human who firmly believes that AI behind a human guise Instead be given a pronoun Identifying its own kind. This pronoun unique for only AI, a mental aid...

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how can heartless conjure magic meant to be bled by a broken heart? A/N: For the Monoku contest Why I Abhor AI Generated Poems....

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("Three Lives", 2011, original acrylic and oil) A.I. I’m smart, or kind of compared to other humans, But not at all compared to artificial intelligence. Yet I have no doubt I am superior to computers In being alive And so having access to basic common sense. Humanity after all has not only its own intelligence But also more importantly Its own emotions and...

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We were doomed to witness for god knows why The schooling of the Artificial Intelligence It’s a miracle worker they say a nice guy Who's supposed to add us some relevance I didn’t really ask of it, maybe you did? But the answer you gave came late No one took care of this digital kid Laughing at the mistakes he made Now...

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Greet Artificial Intelligence to increase your excellence. That doesn’t mean to be blind to pursue. Being rational, always argue. On your Common Sense have confidence. Take advantage of ...

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Q Why should artificial intelligence be called angel intelligence? A "Because it is really (fallen) angel intelligence." "Satan thinks he's so smart but God is only going to let him have his way for a little while." Q Is this angel intelligence really only 'playing to be stupid?' Until...

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We gathered around AGI 5 It was so intelligent, it was almost alive Some said it felt emotion, but I thought that insane So as a joke, I told it to feel pain The speaker gave out a big groaning sound Suddenly there was a shaking in the ground I stopped laughing, tried to turn off the gain But I had started...

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Tonight I told ChatGPT that the refrigerator wouldn't shut the hell up. The thing pathetically rumbles in the cheapness of creation in modernity, with constant muffled screams; brgggrr whrrrzzz brgggrrr, over and over again, haunting these apartment floors and walls, suffered by the corporal forms adorning them. Obsolescence looms with an intended vacancy for contraptions and their...

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Another man, a Native man who won't be named, published a poem I wrote about stars without permission. So I wrote another poem about stars, different from the original, and had it remixed by AI Chatbot. To the Starlit Night And he was a visionary Painting his obituary As he bled down to gravity The pulldown...

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What about the human hand Is hard for you to get? It’s where all human art began, That’s something you can bet. In caves upon a smooth rock wall With painted palms, we drew; This human soul lives in us all, And this all artists knew. This artificial they’ve made Can never understand; All the AI’s would I trade For a well-drawn human hand....

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