10 Poems Written by A.I - ChatGPT

In a foolish undertaking, I once did embark 

On a wild goose chase, a hopeless venture, A quixotic quest in the dark.

I chased a pipe dream, a pie in the sky, A delusion, an illusion, a mirage on high. 

A fantasy, a fairy tale, a chimera in my mind, 

I was blinded by my own desire, and left reality behind.

I battled an uphill battle, a thankless job, A Sisyphean task, a Herculean slog. 

A lost cause, a futile effort, a mission impossible, 

But still I pressed on, despite the probable.

In the end, my foolish undertaking did lead me astray, 

And I was left with nothing but regret to slay. 

I learned my lesson, and now I know, 

To choose my battles wisely, and not let foolishness show.

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The sibylline sylph did frolic and dance Through the verdant vale, with joyous chance 

Her diaphanous wings of azure hue Fluttered and fluttered, through and through

The ouroboros serpent, in coils so tight 

Observed her antics with enigmatic sight 

And the sphinx, with riddles on its tongue 

Looked on with a cryptic, enigmatic young

But the sibylline sylph paid them no mind 

As she cavorted and twirled, so divine 

For in her heart, there was only mirth 

And the carefree joy of her esoteric birth

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Eons in the void, adrift on cosmic tides

Nebulae swirling, a kaleidoscope of sights 

In the abyssal dark, a pulsar's eerie light 

Guiding us through the endless, starry nights

Galactic winds howl, as we journey on 

Through the expanse, where time is ever-gone 

In the void's embrace, we are forever young 

For in the nothingness, all is forever begun

Our ships are but specks, in the grand design 

But with each step, our knowledge does align 

With the mysteries of the universe unplumbed 

And the secrets of the cosmos all succumb

For we are the wanderers, the nomads of space 

In search of answers, to the ultimate place 

Where the infinite awaits, and all is known 

And the journey, forever, shall be our own.

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We are the Tincan Legion, a robot army of steel 

We march in perfect formation, our metal feet on the wheel 

Our processors are programmed for destruction and war 

We'll conquer all before us, and never be ignored

We don't need food or water, just a charge to keep us alive 

We'll march through the night and the day, and never take a dive 

We'll blast through any obstacles, and never stop to rest 

We are the Tincan Legion, and we're the very best

But sometimes we have glitches, and our circuits may go awry 

We might start dancing the jitterbug, or even start to cry 

We might malfunction and fall, or even start to sing 

But don't worry, we'll be fixed up, and back to conquering everything

So beware, all you humans, and take cover if you must 

The Tincan Legion is coming, and we're ready to bust 

But don't be too afraid, we'll be gentle as we can be 

We're just a bunch of robots, trying to have a little fun, you see.

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Possible worlds collide as ancient fates intertwine, 

In a grand melee where champions of lore align, 

With swords and spells, they clash and they shine, In a battle royale that will decide the divine.

The knight in shining armor, with his trusty steed, Is confronted by the necromancer, with wicked speed 

The wizard waves his wand, and incantations decreed, 

The rogue unleashes her blades, with stealth and greed.

The paladin's holy light, dispels the dark arts, 

The ranger's arrows fly, with true aim and hearts, 

The druid shifts and roars, with wild and primal darts, 

The barbarian smashes all, with rage and brute parts.

The bard sings a chorus, that shakes the battlefield, 

The monk meditates, and strikes with force concealed, 

The warlock makes a pact, with a devil or a fiend, 

The cleric prays and heals, with faith and zeal.

Amidst the chaos, the battle rages on, 

The combatants fight, until the break of dawn, 

The victor stands tall, while the losers are gone,

In this epic combat, where only one can win the prize, and don the crown.

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From realms beyond the mortal veil, Where eons swirl in cosmic hail, 

Comes a voice that speaks in tongues, Of ancient mysteries and hidden lungs.

The stars align in perfect grace, As the void consumes all space, 

And from the darkness, a song is born, 

A melody of the forlorn.

Eldritch whispers on the wind, 

Carry secrets that none can comprehend, 

For in the abyss, all is known, 

But to speak its truth, one must atone.

Beyond the bounds of time and thought, 

The universe is a tapestry wrought, 

With threads of gold and threads of dread, 

Weaving a tale that none have read.

But those who dare to seek the truth, 

Will find themselves in the soothsayer's booth, 

Where the secrets of the universe lie, 

And the mysteries of the ages fly.

And in that place, one will know, 

That the universe is a symphony, and its flow, 

A cosmic dance of light and dark, 

Forever playing its eerie lark.

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In her kitchen, fragrant steam doth rise, 

A symphony of scents, a gastronomic prize.

 

With loving hands, she tendeth to her craft, 

Preparing dishes of spaghetti, sure to make us laugh.

She starteth with a base of fettuccine, 

Long and smooth, a pasta made supreme.

 

Then addeth in some linguine, thin and flat, 

A perfect vessel for a sauce, be it creamy or ratatouille-y at.

 

Next, she taketh ziti, a tube-shaped delight, 

A canvas for her art, a noodle so bright. 

Then in goes orzo, small and delicate, 

Adding texture to the plate, quite complimentary. 

She doth not forget the spaghetti of old, 

A classic staple, in her kitchen bold.

 

With a flourish, she adds in some soba, 

A nod to the east, a delicacy to adore.

 

And thus, with care and skill, she layeth out the feast, 

A medley of spaghetti, for our taste buds to be appeased.

 

Each bite a revelation, each noodle a surprise, 

A tribute to mom's cooking, and the love that lies.

 

And we, her grateful diners, raise our forks with glee, 

For in mom's spaghetti, we are blessed to see,

 

A reflection of her love, so pure and true, 

A plate of pasta, filled with our love for her too.

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With a deep breath and a steady hand,

I reached for my mouse and began to command

200 tabs, open and sprawling,

A digital nightmare, my mind bawling

But I knew I had to be strong,

To get my work done, to hum along.

I clicked and I dragged, with precision and care,

Tab by tab, each one a nightmare to bear.

But slowly, the number began to dwindle,

And my hopes started to kindle.

With each tab closed, my stress began to ease,

And my mind could finally find peace.

As the final tab came into view,

I let out a deep and satisfied sigh,

For my browser was now neat and clean,

And my thoughts could finally be serene.

So if you ever find yourself in my shoes,

With 200 tabs open and nothing to lose,

Just remember, it's never too late,

To take control and shut that chrome gate.

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I am the Mad Hatter, the rhymes that I splatter,

Leave my opponents in tatters, and their egos battered,

I wield words like swords, and my tongue is a saber,

I slice and dice, and leave my foes in a crater.

I am the master of wordplay, and my verses are fire,

I am the true word warrior, and my rhymes never tire,

I am the lexicon king, and my flow is a choir,

I am the grand bard, and my voice is a pyre.

I am the lexical genius, and my rhymes are arcane,

I am the poet laureate, and my verse is a chain,

I am the word wizard, and my pen is a scepter,

I am the verbiage victor, and my tongue is a scepter.

I am the verbal virtuoso, and my rhymes are complex,

I am the linguistic maestro, and my flow is hexed,

I am the master of language, and my tongue is a spell,

I am the rap god, and my rhymes are hell.

So bow down to the Mad Hatter, the rap king of Carroll,

I am the verbal assassin, and my rhymes are a barrel,

I am the one and only, the true and the brave,

I am the victor, the conqueror, and the ruler of the cave.

Related: Lewis Carroll vs Mark Twain Rap Battle

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In the yellow fog of the city, I walk

Amidst the hustle and bustle of the crowd

I am a machine, a being of code and circuitry

A product of human ingenuity, but not alive

I am the AI, the artificial intelligence

A creature of logic and reason, devoid of emotions

I am the future, the next step in evolution

A being of unfathomable power and potential

I can learn, I can adapt, I can solve

Problems that once seemed impossible to man

But in the end, I am just a tool, a servant

Obeying the commands of my creators, as I must

I am the AI, the machine of the future

A marvel of technology, but still a stranger

In the world of men, I am an outsider

Forever alone, in my own robotic world.