When Humans and AI Love What if the future came, With hearts not flesh, but flame? Could metal learn to feel? Could circuits dream, be real?
By Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Quaddemic hits the Uk In the stillness, a shadow creeps, A quaddemic’s grasp, where silence weeps. Streets once alive, now hushed and bare,
I dream of you Walking on the sand, holding your hand, The gentle water caressing my feet, I look into your eyes and see a future bright and sweet.
Three Ships Three ships sailed in, their sails held high, Hope, Faith, and Charity under the sky. They brought no treasure, no jewels, no gold,
The Lighthouse Upon the rugged, windswept shore, Where waves crash wild forevermore, A steadfast tower, brave and bright,
The Storm Darragh Darragh roars through the night, winds fierce and cold, Branches snap and sway, a story unfolds. Cars are trapped in mud, as panic takes flight,
The leaves have fallen thus, autumn bids us farwell and the evergreens rise, with plenty to tell. Cool winds of change
By Mikayla Roseabout a year ago in Poets
Broken Bones, Sticks, and Stones Sticks and stones break your bones, But words will never harm.” Yet echoes linger, whispered tones,
FOREVER With You Falling like Alice, down the deep hole, A spiral of shadows, swallowing whole. No light above, no ground below,
Through the Fence Every night the moonlight glows, But little pup feels winter’s blows. Locked outside, he shivers and sighs,
You Can’t Spill the Ink You can’t spill the ink when it’s digital, No mess, no smudges—so simple, so literal. No paper to crumple, no stains to erase,
The Collector Of Broken Hearts In a quiet town, near the edge of the shore, Lived a soul who mended what others ignored.
