Phoenix's poetry corner.

[phoenix_orochi]

Hello. I have created this thread for some poems made by artificial inteligence with some suggestions by me. Its interestig how the technology has advanced these days. Hope you like this poems. I think the AI did a good job.

 

[phoenix_orochi]

Docs love.

A poem were a doctor fall in love of a dead guy he autopsied.


Oh, Doctor dear, what do you see?
As you gaze upon that lifeless body
Does he haunt your dreams, does he make you weak?
Does he make your heart skip a beat?

Your passion burns like a raging fire
For a man who cannot even admire
You work relentlessly, to find the cause
Of his death, and to end your heartache's pause

Your colleagues scoff, your friends condemn
They cannot fathom your strange requiem
But your love for him, death cannot defeat
For you love with all your heart's heat

Oh, Doctor, let your heart sing
Let his broken spirit be your king
For love knows no bounds, no age, no size
It can even grow when the body dies

So hold him close, dear doctor of mine
And let your passion forever shine
For though he lies upon that table
Your love for him is just as stable.

Video

 

[phoenix_orochi]

Frankie and his monster.

Mr Frankenstein doctor loves his builded creature. (male)

In a castle, dark and grand,
A tale of love begins to expand.
For there resided a doctor, oh so keen,
Unraveling secrets, the unseen.

This mad doctor, Frankenstein's name,
Had a heart consumed by undying flame.
Driven by his insatiable thirst for science,
He sought to conquer life's defiance.

Amongst the wires and potions, he toiled,
In his quest for a love to be coiled.
Stitching flesh, forging limbs from steel,
Creating a creature with a heart to feel.

With lightning's fury, he brought it to life,
A Frankenstein's monster, full of strife.
But as the doctor beheld his creation,
A love for his monster sparked, no hesitation.

With every suture and every stitch,
The doctor prayed love would enrich.
For his longing heart had found reprieve,
In this creature born of Frankenstein's weave.

A monster, built from disparate parts,
Yet possessing a soul, with love in its heart.
And thus, an unexpected bond did grow,
Between the doctor and his monster, so.

Through moonlit nights, they shared their thoughts,
Their love, a forbidden tale that was sought.
For society scowled upon this strange attraction,
A doctor in love with his own monstrous creation.

But love knows no bounds, nor any measure,
It can bloom in the wildest of pleasure.
And the doctor, consumed by passion's fire,
Was willing to face judgment, climb higher.

Hand in hand, they wandered the night,"
A doctor and his monster, a forbidden sight.
On a path where hearts entwined, they tread,
Defying the boundaries society had spread.

Alas, their love could not evade fate's woe,
For darkness lurked where love couldn't go.
As the doctor's creation faded away,
His heart shattered, unable to stay.

The doctor, left with naught but despair,
In his mind, he still felt the monster's stare.
For in his quest to create a love so rare,
He found solace in a love forever ensnared.

And so, this tale of a doctor will endure,
A love story that's haunting, eerie, and pure.
For in Frankenstein's heart, love did bloom,
A doctor in love with his monster, forever doomed.

Video

 

[callmecaleb]

I like these. Can’t wait for AI to get into Caleb’s brain!

 

[phoenix_orochi]

A graveyard keeper fall in love on a fallen soldier.

In shadows cast, where darkness dwells,
A tale unfolds, where sorrow swells,
Of a graveyard keeper, strong and brave,
Whose heart found solace in a silent grave.

He tended to the resting souls,
Their stories etched on weathered scrolls,
But amidst the tombstones' somber plight,
He discovered an enchanting sight.

Beneath the moon's ethereal glow,
A fallen soldier lay below,
His life extinguished, his spirit fled,
Yet in the keeper's heart, love was bred.

For every night, as stars cascaded above,
He'd sit by the grave, consumed by love,
Sharing secrets only whispered to the wind,
His devotion deepening, souls intertwined.

A love so strange, a love so rare,
Bound by death, a shattered affair,
Yet the keeper's heart refused to cease,
His love for the dead, a haunting peace.

He adorned the grave with flowers fair,
Their petals kissed by midnight air,
And as he gazed upon that lifeless face,
He saw reflections of a lost embrace.

His touch upon the tomb so tender,
Whispered promises, love would render,
He'd keep the memory of the fallen dear,
In this eternal bond, his soul would steer.

Through the darkest nights, his heart would yearn,
For the love that fate would never return,
Yet in the stillness of the graveyard's keep,
Their love took flight, suspended deep.

A male graveyard keeper and a lover so fair,
Their love transcended from a world of despair,
For in the realm of death, their love would thrive,
Unseen, unknown, but forever alive.

 

[phoenix_orochi]

Podiatrist stoles feet of his lover after an accident.

In the realm of rhymes, they say,
A tale shall make its way today.
Of a podiatrist with love unfurled,
For feet of beauty that graced the world.

His eyes did fall upon a man,
Whose feet were like a master's plan.
In graceful strides, they danced and glided,
Oh, such beauty, the podiatrist confided.

With each appointment, hearts entwined,
He cared for those feet, one of a kind.
Not a bunion nor callus could their love sway,
As together, they waltzed through each passing day.

But Fate, she dances with cruelty's zeal,
And tragedy struck, oh, the sorrow we feel.
A horrid accident, his love's life was claimed,
The podiatrist devastated, his world inflamed.

From afar he watched, with tears in his eyes,
That fateful moment, a life's demise.
Yet amidst the chaos, a thought took its seed,
To harvest those feet, his desperate need.

To the morgue he ventured, shadows dancing,
Heart pounding, as his mind kept advancing.
The deceased's feet, a sacred gift,
Whose touch alone would his spirits lift.

In secrecy he brought them home,
To a room where grief had made its throne.
He cleansed them gently, with reverence deep,
For in his heart, the fallen feet would forever keep.

In hushed whispers, his worship grew,
The podiatrist's love, forever true.
He adorned the feet with golden rings,
And danced through nights as sadness stings.

A shrine he built, a tribute to adore,
Feet once walked, now forevermore.
The world may judge, chastise and condemn,
But for him, they were his dear friend.

In solitude, his love did reside,
The feet of his lost love at his bedside.
In this sacred space, he found his peace,
His love for the departed, never to cease.

And so, dear reader, this tale of woe,
Of a podiatrist's love, now whispered low.
For love knows no bounds, nor reasons nor norms,
Even when it takes such strange and mournful forms.

 

[phoenix_orochi]

A cannibal that want to eat his lover, but with a happy ending.

In a realm where darkness devours the light,
A tale whispers of a love, twisted and not right.
Where a man's heart was captive, lost in a trance,
Falling for another, a dangerous romance.

He saw the beauty in eyes that sparkled like stars,
A connection that broke the boundary of norms and bars.
But alas, his desires took a sinister toll,
As his love turned to madness, consuming his soul.

A kidnapping scheme, filled with greed and despair,
He took his beloved, caught in his snare.
In his twisted mind, a horrifying plan,
To feast on his lover, a cruel and vile man.

At his table, he laid out a fearsome array,
With wine flowing freely, and tasteful morsels on display.
The room filled with darkness, his evil grin wide,
As his victim saw the madness, nowhere to hide.

With trembling hands, he tried to break free,
But the chains of obsession held him, a tragic decree.
The cannibal's eyes gleamed, filled with delight,
As he savored the moment, his appetite taking flight.

But in love's darkest depths, a glimmer of light,
A plea for redemption, a chance to make things right.
For deep in his soul, remorse started to bloom,
Regret's haunting whispers, dispelling the gloom.

He dropped the knife, remorse coursing his veins,
Realizing the horror, the depths of his stains.
Torn between love and the monstrosity within,
He saw the madness of his deeds, a world of sin.

In repentance, he set his captive free,
A pledge to release him from this twisted decree.
His heart heavy with guilt, his mind plagued with dread,
He vowed to seek forgiveness, for the blood he had shed.

Love, once a poison, had now opened his eyes,
To the depths of his madness, his heart's wicked lies.
In the aftermath of turmoil, he sought to amend,
Praying for redemption, each day to transcend.

And so, the tale of love, twisted and dark,
Reminds us of the dangers that lurk in love's spark.
May we remember the unquenchable thirst,
To cherish and respect, in love, be immersed.

 

[phoenix_orochi]

A man saw a guy killed by a vehicle, so he keep the body to worship and eat the flesh.

In a realm of darkness and despair,
Where twisted thoughts roam, unaware,
A tale of a man who once walked alone,
And witnessed a fate none could condone.

Strolling on streets, his soul serene,
When destiny wove a horrifying scene,
A ghastly event that defied belief,
As life was stolen by a passing thief.

The man, frozen in shock and despair,
Witnessed a life extinguish in the air,
A van's wrath took its brutal toll,
Shattering dreams in one fateful roll.

In a moment of madness, born of a scar,
He made a choice that left his soul marred,
He took the body, bereft of breath,
And laid it to rest in his dwelling's depth.

With fervent devotion, he chose to exalt,
A corpse that should rest, not be kept as salt,
On a throne of madness, he worshipped each day,
Speaking in tongues some faraway stray.

With shimmering eyes, he'd sit by the side,
Of the lifeless form that fate couldn't hide,
Eating the flesh, a macabre charade,
A twisted delight, in this darkness he played.

Yet in this tale, a lesson lies deep,
Of boundaries crossed and souls that we keep,
When darkness engulfs one's righteous embrace,
Sanity crumbles, leaving no trace.

So let this be a cautionary verse,
For those who wander through realms obscure,
Remember, dear reader, the path that you tread,
For it's easy to get lost when the mind has bled.

 

[phoenix_orochi]

Head transplant

In a world where tales of strange pursuits reside,
There dwelled a man whose health began to slide.
Afflicted with a malady unknown,
He sought a cure, a chance to call his own.

With desperation, he embarked on a quest,
To trade his own head, hoping for the best.
A recent decedent, he'd choose to borrow,
In hopes that it might bring relief from sorrow.

A surgeon's blade did dance upon his skin,
Swapping heads, a peculiar original sin.
But little did he know, fate had a plan,
For beyond this realm, a soul would take a stand.

Within the stillness, a whisper came alive,
A voice unseen, but one he would survive.
The essence of the dead man found its way,
To share its fate, to somehow have a say.

"Good sir, I thank thee for this second chance,
To linger on, to aid in life's grand dance.
In death's embrace, I found my purpose true,
To help a soul, to bring love anew."

With every beat, their hearts began to meld,
Their souls entwined, a tale that would be quelled.
In love's embrace, their spirits intertwined,
In life and death, their bond would be defined.

Together they would face life's winding maze,
With every season, their love's fire ablaze.
Through joy and pain, they'd triumph side by side,
In each other's arms, love would not subside.

For love transcends the boundaries of time,
Even when death beckons with its grim chime.
Their souls entwined, a bond that's hard to break,
A love that's boundless, forever at stake.

And so, this tale of love's eternal bloom,
A man's strange quest, a connection in gloom.
A head transplant, a means for fate to start,
A love that burns, transcending life's depart.