Machine Poems - Poems about Machine

the machine talks when the mind is mute-so let creativity shine ------------------------------------------------------------------- **the ai machine eliminates imagination; it cannot replicate the feelings, emotion and soul that goes into writing poetry. Being old school, I write to the best of my ability instead of trying to improve it by other means- or trying to outdo another writer if I...

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If I had a time machine I would give it to someone else Because deciding on whether to go into the future Or back into history would cause me unbelievable stress It would be easier to stand by and watch...

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War Machine Get ready to bring down the house. The politicians took down the barriers. Weare running out of time. Missiles are flying. Wehave lost our independence. Put up your fist. The people have decided. Stand up and fight. Take down walls of reason. Stand up and keep on believing. The government is corrupt. Weare...

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Machine Into Man No human soul Manipulated to control Implanted a computer chip Freedom is lost Can no longer think for ourselves Pivot into radio darkness Branded with a code Red eye, always followed One with machine Man has decayed No more soul to sell The end is near All shall disappear No more memories...

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I am a self made machine, Told I couldn’t fail, Yet told to have fun, Told to be young, But there’s work to be done, When there's work to be done, Do it in order, Takes you off course, When the time is thrown off, Throws me off course, When nothing is in line, What throws us off is the lack of a dime, When a machine...

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Millie, the mermaid was a reading machine. It started with a shipwreck, among the marine. A library for a king had gone down in the wreck. I can teach myself to read, she said without genuflect. She started with picture books, one word on a page Those old Dick, Jane and Sally texts which tells my age. Moved on to primers...

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Wish I could just go back in the time would it be even considered as a crime? Just so, I would spent some little more time. Time...only with you which always feels too short as if we both are living on our life support. Wish I could just trade some of our tears, So we both could share together a few more years. If not...

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There is an enormous gumball machine in this hair cutting place. It was probably gleamingly shiny and beautiful once. Possibly held three hundred thousand gumballs. Yes, Virginia, it is that big. This machine is pathetically empty now. There are only enough gumballs to fill the bottom inch of her bowl. I feel sorry for her....

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In shadows cast by metal beams, Where whispered thoughts and silence teem, A cog in the machine does grind, A pulse of purpose intertwined. It turns with grace, yet feels the weight, Of countless hands that twist fate's gate, A little wheel that spins and spins, With every turn, a story begins. Among the gears, it finds its place, An unseen force, a quiet...

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He knew the flower to be fair, but he did not want to wait. So he turned to the promises of the machine. It offered quick solutions -perhaps imperfect- but they were on-demand. Scalable. Inexhaustible. And they cried for nothing. They had no need. Perhaps there were flaws, but they could...

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Sitting here in Silence, Machine Guns in my head. The Echoing of things I said, Firing every Second. A dangerous place to tread, Untying the Thread. A place I dread, Feeling already Dead. Cant take back what was said, Like bullets flying Ahead. As they make their mark, I light up my Spark. Embracing the dark, Cold, Harsh Truths. Its No Use, Stop the Abuse. Its Everywhere, You see. In You, In Me. The Duality, Hiding...

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They call it a temple of knowledge, but the walls were never meant for thought— only the careful curation of power, where names are chiseled in Latin and inheritance is mistaken for intelligence. The gates are high, not to keep the world safe, but to keep the chosen ones in— a factory of fathers’ sons, daughters of old wealth repackaged as prodigies, spitting polished syllables over...

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Years ago, no one had new knees said Dad They had to make do with the ones they had Women ran around with wrinkles and gray hair Plastic surgeons and hair dye did not exist anywhere I see a brain washing machine down the road They will open your skull with a saw-blade gold Take your brain out and cleanse it...

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Deus Ex Machina AI can: diagnose disease recommend treatment write poetry write music make economic predictions and much more What happens when it: can think on its own hate laugh feel cry make war sue for peace reproduce Will we still be in charge? Or will it demand our worship? ...

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Answering Machine RRRRRRING………… Hello and welcome to Oliver’s Olive Oil Press1 to track your order Press 2 to place a new order Press 3 to cancel your order Press 4 to speak to customer service Press 5 to find our ours of operation Press 6 to repeat these options Press 4 RRRRRRING……. Hello and welcome to customer service Press 1 to get our daily pricing Press 2...

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