Poetries Poems - Poems about Poetries

AI is groupthink, it’s hewed to pre-existing work, which it aggregates into something bland and flat. If you don’t want your work scraped and copied by AI, try writing off-balance ideas that aren’t for everyone and have faith that AI will never be able to actually rival human creativity. Deny AI the echo chamber of predictable content on which it...

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kept in the dark through a crack in the wall i’ve seen the ray of sun my heart longs to burst silenced forever my soul yearns to soar imprisoned since the beginning of time i write poetries because my words need a voice even in the void of silence launched into the universe my voice reverberates loud whether or not anyone cares to hear it i’ve said my bit my part is...

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Go on you poets who know the heart than brain go and tell them in humble words. go on you poets who know values than cost go tell them what counts more. go on you poets who know beauty and behold that well go tell them where beauty lies. go on you poetd who know love and hatred well go tell them what is best. go on...

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If I may, to my fellow would-be poets, Hereon pose an imperative query (Yet mostly destitute of the greatest urgency), Then I who, in the gross majority of my inditings hereon, Am of quite a Shakespearean and Miltonian bent: Yet in the years succeeding the terminus of my schooling, During the everlasting course thereof, I learned many a thing Indeed...

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It is generally thought of to be one of the myriad, Guiding, governing, binding principles and precepts of all  Mature civilized countries that what horrors that they unleashed in Vilest, bloodiest, convulsive conflictual combative martial  Confrontation, on their fellow man, Even if he be in an neighboring nation, That, upon the battle's and the war's termination, That the same be, if not...

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Scribal notions these, and oh so sorrowful, But, despite their seeming poignance they are not additionally puissant, no. I have seem them, wrapped in warmed and moist leaves: No, not the leaves as pages of books, as duodecimos and folios and so forth, no: I speak of leaves arboreal and nemoral, sylvan leaves: The leaves of trees. It is...

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Nothing can lift my spirits high as music’s sweet soliloquy, care not for genre, it’s the same if melodies in beauty's name. I think my thoughts and write my words all filtered through the music heard, immersed in finer things of life, in solitude there is no strife. The woods and paths waltz to a tune that makes the place more brightly bloom for music...

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Dark poetries are created in nights, Light poetries are created day time!...

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It takes a mind to travel so far A distance as unlikely to compare A content to be what you are What it takes for life, is never fair The many things I often wonder I know now the reason why The lesser things I’m even to bother For the many poetries and I And am to dwell a little longer Less be moments...

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All throughout I shooed the crooked thoughts away. For a doll such as her Dolly, with her unrealistic Curves and flawless skin, would be hard put to Find comfort onboard daddy’s ship. She’d find That loneliness is the least of a seaman’s concern. There would be waves and stormy weathers, there Would be winds and shark infested waters. Importantly,...

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She was an Indian Barbie, long curly lash And brown complexion. The hair was Perfect, shiny black and she had on a small Pink gown to cover her 36-24-36 body. Last seen, she still had on her high heeled shoes. Oh how my daughter cried, “Dolly, Dolly, Where are you?” when she found out she left,...

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