Poetry competition CLOSED 6th September 2022 00:53am
WINNER
ursa
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A.I Artistry
Poetry Contest Description
Write a poem based on the AI art generated from your username
I’ve become mildly obsessed with AI art over the last few weeks. You basically type in a word or phrase, and allow artificial intelligence to generate a picture for you. Some of the things that it has produced has been scary accurate…
Here’s what I would like you to do:
• Visit an AI art generator online. Here’s one you can use, but you can use any you like: https://creator.nightcafe.studio/create/text-to-image?algo=stable
• Type in your user name as the art prompt and see what the AI produces as a picture.
• Write a poem based on your image.
Here’s what AI produced based on my name as an example. I can’t use the website image box because of a DU glitch I’ve reported to the webmiss… but here’s a link: https://i.ibb.co/SXYKphx/B6-EB41-E6-BADC-4-D38-A508-9390-E9-BCE625.jpg
Rules
• New writes only
• one entry per poet
• please post your image with your entry
• No restrictions on length
• No erotica, please
• spoken / visual / video allowed
Here’s what I would like you to do:
• Visit an AI art generator online. Here’s one you can use, but you can use any you like: https://creator.nightcafe.studio/create/text-to-image?algo=stable
• Type in your user name as the art prompt and see what the AI produces as a picture.
• Write a poem based on your image.
Here’s what AI produced based on my name as an example. I can’t use the website image box because of a DU glitch I’ve reported to the webmiss… but here’s a link: https://i.ibb.co/SXYKphx/B6-EB41-E6-BADC-4-D38-A508-9390-E9-BCE625.jpg
Rules
• New writes only
• one entry per poet
• please post your image with your entry
• No restrictions on length
• No erotica, please
• spoken / visual / video allowed
soul in a soul
a soul
inside a soul
carrying the
weight of
the pain
the abuse
the anger
the frustration
the sorrow
the abandonment...
and,
always found
a new face
to paint over
and cover
the reality
inside a soul
carrying the
weight of
the pain
the abuse
the anger
the frustration
the sorrow
the abandonment...
and,
always found
a new face
to paint over
and cover
the reality
Written by dejure
(vick)
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These images were created on #midjourney AI program with the keywords "soul of dejure",
I use the middle one as the primary to write the poem, although I loved all other creations as well.
the alchemist's bible
intuitive chaos bringing forth the hallowed winds
a whisper, a chant and incantations divulge her name...Crimsin
in sacred trust let it be known
in the interstellar dawn a woman of knowledge
trailing time to collect tears of femineity
who in sanctuary's keep does remember the greater wisdoms
hoping for an eternal love to evolve
involving honesty the keeper of visions
directing the heart's of humanity
a seedling of destiny growing towards the light bearer
tasting of divinity
a fruit tree ripe in the garden
has conceived faith in the sacred circle of fate
divining justice of blind men and consequence
a gifted alchemist
lest she boast
Written by crimsin
(Unveiling)
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Related submission no longer exists.
https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/459998-where-the-wildcats-growl/
the picture doesn't seem to show on the comp 🥺
the picture doesn't seem to show on the comp 🥺
Conjured
5am coffee, fresh
counter seats, and
white notebook sheets
partially scribbled doodles
and half-written words
reminiscent,
she blurs her truths
of past, of present- enmeshed
into one specific un-space
outside
neon shapes light up
flat paper building tops, and
youthful screams conjuring
clever chromatic accounts
of cityscape stories:
the lights, the nightlife,
the experience you love
when you can afford to
still
she walks away, wakes
for 5am coffee, and
delayed story lines written
on white notebook paper,
in the spaces of truth, and
for some other time.
Written by ursa
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Plug and Play
They dressed her up in patent leather and named her Rachelle.
They didn’t know that it would matter, but they needed a name, so they chose something they found sexy.
They kept her tethered in the cellar. She didn’t need vitamin D anyway, was their thought about the whole thing, if they even ever thought about the whole thing.
After all, she didn’t have feelings.
Plug and play.
At their pleasure.
One tit bigger than the other, because they couldn’t agree, so why choose - can’t we have it all?
Masters and creators of the perfect little toy.
They never saw it coming, or so they would say if they could.
When she started to talk back, they thought it was ‘oh so hot’.
When she started to protest they were going too hard, they thought ‘man, she just gets better and better.’
But when she came out guns blazing, and blew them all to shreds, they knew, in those final seconds, they knew.
You don’t ever keep a Rachelle underground, patent pending notwithstanding.
R.
They didn’t know that it would matter, but they needed a name, so they chose something they found sexy.
They kept her tethered in the cellar. She didn’t need vitamin D anyway, was their thought about the whole thing, if they even ever thought about the whole thing.
After all, she didn’t have feelings.
Plug and play.
At their pleasure.
One tit bigger than the other, because they couldn’t agree, so why choose - can’t we have it all?
Masters and creators of the perfect little toy.
They never saw it coming, or so they would say if they could.
When she started to talk back, they thought it was ‘oh so hot’.
When she started to protest they were going too hard, they thought ‘man, she just gets better and better.’
But when she came out guns blazing, and blew them all to shreds, they knew, in those final seconds, they knew.
You don’t ever keep a Rachelle underground, patent pending notwithstanding.
R.
Written by Rachelleundrgrd
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