Stories in Poets that you’ll love, handpicked by our team.
Here you are, my friend Take a seat upon this bench Tell me how it ends.
By Luke Foster3 years ago in Poets
How can ChatGPT clean up and riff off of a PDF with Optical Character Recognition (OCR)? OCR makes textual content within scans of archival documents accessible, but with the discoloration and complicated fonts often found with these materials OCR is not always accurate. How can ChatGPT streamline the process of accesing retro articles?
By OG AI3 years ago in Poets
Can somebody please explain Why when we see what the fridge contains We close it and sigh Wait a minute or five Then open it up again?
By Loryne Andawey3 years ago in Poets
Right there in the medical compendium Says old docs called a pussy “pudendum” But why choose a name Whose root-word is “shame,”
By Morgana3 years ago in Poets
Silly dances, funny faces, invisible bees chasing us down a street tripping over feet, running into spiderwebs, listening to songs on repeat
By The Invisible Writer3 years ago in Poets
There once was a man from Maine who got it stuck in his brain that his teeth would rot if he ate a kumquat on a Tuesday in the rain.
By Bri Craig3 years ago in Poets
I could never Figure out if Your eyes were The cyan of A Ulysses butterfly Or the cerulean Of forget-me-nots ❀ I never knew if you
By Poppy 3 years ago in Poets
Cages don’t make people better Or sending love only in letters, Too many locks And friends in a box, For sins that no one can measure…
By Alexis Dean Jr.3 years ago in Poets
Here I stand in front of the mirror, two of me. One inside the shiny glass, one outside. Living in the margins of a world gone crazy.
By Susana's World3 years ago in Poets
There was a young lady from Dallas. She went by the name of Alice. Sinister voice and mean, unlike a royal queen. Yet, she wound up in a palace.
By Babs Iverson3 years ago in Poets
There once was a gal from Manhattan Whose skivvies were all lace and satin She thought she was "it" Till her underwear split
By Cathy holmes3 years ago in Poets
Coffee goes right to my brain It makes me kind of insane We musn’t be lazy Drink this n’ go crazy Hey, at least it’s not cocaine
By Leslie Writes3 years ago in Poets
