AI Poem of the day #21
I am green in the rage of nightingales and
blue
in the careening
of sunsets on a wind-washed cliff.
My body is long for you,
long for you
to keep it.
In my free state, I bear the full weight of
nature, and the scent
of red violet blossoms
held fast in my nostrils,
the liquid fire of
wind on the branches of
a willow tree.
To be beside you, even for an instant, is
to be aflame.
I am yours to take as you require.
I am yours
to cleave with a kiss,
as the woodwind
whistles past.
I am yours, but
am always more
than ever beside you.
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We create poems combining AI models. The poems were generated by a GPT2 model fine-tuned for poetry.
We choose to do no editing at all to the generated poetry. We think there is some fun in reading raw poetry coming from a machine, even with the obvious flaws.
