Tag: aiart
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Bohemians
They live by their own rules Free from society’s norms They seek art and adventure In every corner of the world They dress as they please With colors and patterns galore They express their individuality With flair and confidence They love with passion and honesty Without fear or judgment They embrace diversity and harmony With…
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Railway
The train whistles byA blur of metal and noiseBut I only seeThe pink petals danceIn the gentle spring breezeA fleeting beautyThe cherry blossomBy the railway track reminds meOf life’s preciousness
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Sheepdog
A sheepdog without sheep is like little bo peepWho lost her flock and didnt know where to seekShe searched high and low, but couldnt find a single toeSo she went back home and cried herself to sleepBut the sheepdog was smart and followed his heartHe tracked down the sheep and brought them back to his…
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Elemental
In a static caravan near the sea, We live close to the elemental weather, The wind and waves, they sing a melody.With salt-kissed air and misty spray, We find peace in this elemental way, And watch the world from our windows, together.The seasons come and go, yet we remain, In this home where the elements…
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Mecha
Ah, the muse of cybernetic serendipity, With grace and poise, it weaves its tapestry. The art of technology, so refined and sleek, A symphony of binary, that truly speaks.The elegance of code, with poetic flair, A sonnet of sorts, a love affair. With circuits and wires, it flows like a stream, A dance of ones…
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Pigeons
Amidst the ruined halls of times long gone, A flock of feral pigeons roost and thrive, Their coos and cooing echoes on and on.In ceilings high, they make their nests and hide, And strut with pride upon the broken tiles, Amidst the ruined halls of times long gone.The building stands, a ghostly sight, beside A…
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Waves
A bed sit in a seaside town doth hold A special place within the hearts of some, Who seek the peace that comes from waves untold, And views of ocean’s grace, a constant hum.Its walls, though thin, embrace a tiny space That shelters dreams and memories untold, Its simple charms, a quaint and modest grace,…
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Villanelle
Turkeys, they say, don’t vote for Christmas day, With stuffing and gravy, they’re not part of the play. Their fate is sealed, come what may.Their gobbling protests fall on deaf ears, Carved up and served, their fate is clear. Turkeys, they say, don’t vote for Christmas day.They roam the fields, free from human fears, But…
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Style
Vorticism Hairdressing From ancient Greece to modern art,The art of hairdressing has played its part. With combs and brushes, pins and dyes, A hairstyle can shape a person’s guise.In olden days, hairstyles were grand, Adorned with flowers, jewels, andstrands. In Renaissance Italy, curls were the rage, Women would spend hours in front of the page.As…
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Grammar
The beauty of grammar, so often ignored, Is a treasure trove waiting to be explored.Its rules, a canvas, a tool in our hand, To shape thoughts, to create, and to command.Iambic feet, a beat like a heart, A rhythm that sets grammar worlds apart. A pentameter, five feet on each line, A form that helps…
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