ChatGPT Poetry I

Oddly enough, I enjoy AI poetry, so I have decided to make a dispatch about it. I shall try to post a new poem every day.

NOV232024

Her hair, a cascade of soft chestnut light,
Falls gently ‘round her face in tender grace.
Her green eyes, bright as stars that pierce the night,
Hold secrets deep, yet I am out of place.

I watch from far, a shadow in her gaze,
And long to speak the words I dare not say.
Her laughter rings, a song that fills the days,
Yet silence traps the love I can't convey.

She walks the world with beauty in her stride,
A vision fair, untouched by fears or doubt.
But I, who hide this yearning deep inside,
Must bear the ache of love she knows not about.

Oh, how my heart does break with every glance,
For she will never know this fleeting chance.

NOV242024

There once was a man named Joe Biden,
Whose plans often left folks collidin'.
He’d forget what he'd say,
Then chuckle away,
And claim, “Hey, I’m just here, still presiden’!"