Artificial Intelligence Poems - Poems about Artificial Intelligence

ARTIST OR CURATOR AI Panacea or Pain Contest

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This poem is written as 'food for thought' for “AI: Panacea or Pain? Poetry Contest,” Simon Rogerson, sponsor, August 10, 2025. 
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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.

AI is my very good friend

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.

A ONE-WAY TICKET

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

SERENGETI BETTI

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

Cloned Poetry - AI Personified

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

Don't Steal Our I, Me, We, US Identities

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

Confession from the Heart

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.

AI

("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

Tremendous Career

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

Artificial Intelligence

    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 

Connecting the dots part fifteen, Artificial Intelligence, is really angel intelligence Q and A

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

Black hole of Pain

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

Capitalism is Artificial Intelligence

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

From Unpoetic Justice 2: My Free Verse as Traditional Poetry AI edit

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

A Human Hand

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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