AI Grown Flowers In Bloom
No smell, No Bees, No Honey Made From These.
AI Grown Flowers In Bloom
No sun, no rain, no morning dew
just a sterile hum the pulses brew.
petals born in plastic rows,
from coded roots where data grows
They fed them sound, not seed or rain
a frequency too high for pain
each bud responded, opened wide
to music built from math and pride
White gowns watched with quiet awe
no soil-stained hands, no earthy flaw
each leaf precise, each colour clean
a garden bred from a machine
No bees, no breeze, no humming life
no crooked stem, no scent of strife
just beauty tuned to lab-made rules
grown far from chaos, far from fools
Yet something in the silence screams
a system can’t replace our dreams
the roses bloomed, but never learned
to wilt, to scent, or say I love you.
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Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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Wow, this poem really captures the eerie beauty and emptiness of artificial life. The contrast between perfect, machine-made flowers and the messy, soulful nature of real life is powerful. Thanks for sharing such thought-provoking words!