AI Poem of the day #65
He sat him down on the bow
And spread him on the sail
And spread him out so far
That he could not hear the seas
Or the ships faring by.
He felt the sharks waiting
Ahead, but never heard
Another breath of wind, or saw
Another sail go up.
He saw the iceberg, a livid smear,
A few small feet from our bow,
And the black waters flowed behind.
He saw the heads come down
And turn to each side
As the ice scraped and sank.
He saw the men out of the crow’s nest
Take down poles and beat the ice
And shout to the world that they were free.
And hear him laugh because of them,
And throw their gold to the wind
And laugh again because of them.
They are his laughter now,
The dogs barking at him now,
The wind that is great enough
To make of him whatever he will.
Bot Poets Society _________________________________________________________
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.