"randomization" poems - Hello Poetry

Does a poem write itself? Do they exist before created? In essence, existing all around us Absorbed into the psyche Processed through the brain Sent to a hand Finished through the tip of a pen Too then again Be consumed by another human person Producing a new translation A different interpretation But there's limits to randomization Will we ever get to the point where every thought has been expressed? Every possible sentence arrangement has been recorded and sent to the press? Is there still the possibility that an original thought can be had? It's a silly concept but maybe One day writers block will be victorious There's only so many different ways that these words can be organized into Though, I can't imagine what that'll look like When every thought has been thought through When nothing's new Will it still continue? ©2024

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Apr 1, 2024

Apr 1, 2024 at 1:27 PM UTC

bettsjc187

~•§•~ When Nothing's New ~•§•~

Does a poem write itself? Do they exist before created? In essence, existing all around us Absorbed into the psyche Processed through the brain Sent to a hand Finished through the tip of a pen Too then again Be consumed by another human person Producing a new translation A different interpretation But there's limits to randomization Will we ever get to the point where every thought has been expressed? Every possible sentence arrangement has been recorded and sent to the press? Is there still the possibility that an original thought can be had? It's a silly concept but maybe One day writers block will be victorious There's only so many different ways that these words can be organized into Though, I can't imagine what that'll look like When every thought has been thought through When nothing's new Will it still continue? ©2024

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you were the last person to dwell underneath my skin like a rash and you developed a habit of creating back acne or using my spine as a knife holder, the ridges catch onto me instead of flowers spreading their roots out and clinging onto my back like saddles for horses. what kept me at bay was the mood swings randomization like, "oh, today may be my lucky day." therefore, i never let myself consider the dissapointment as an option but the results varied every time you snuck you way back into the crease folds of my skin, back through the fresh scars that's been stinging my skin for over two years now, back into the year of regrets where the side effects were better than the apocalyptic aftermath where the blast was better than the silence. i wonder if you've reached that point where you believe every cloud loses its silver lining, and again, i wonder if you wonder about me ever. - kra

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Mar 5, 2015

Mar 5, 2015 at 12:41 AM UTC

screampoetry

results may vary

you were the last person to dwell underneath my skin like a rash and you developed a habit of creating back acne or using my spine as a knife holder, the ridges catch onto me instead of flowers spreading their roots out and clinging onto my back like saddles for horses. what kept me at bay was the mood swings randomization like, "oh, today may be my lucky day." therefore, i never let myself consider the dissapointment as an option but the results varied every time you snuck you way back into the crease folds of my skin, back through the fresh scars that's been stinging my skin for over two years now, back into the year of regrets where the side effects were better than the apocalyptic aftermath where the blast was better than the silence. i wonder if you've reached that point where you believe every cloud loses its silver lining, and again, i wonder if you wonder about me ever. - kra

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They call it Ladder Country From whence a new Babel grew Ascension to space so that the race might continue The Ladder stands monumentous, to deliver up the sundry Our planet's health declined and such this was our plan The Cabinet's decision ultimately to save The human race's extinction, perpretually delayed We deliver starseeds as woman and as man

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Jul 13, 2019

Jul 13, 2019 at 1:53 PM UTC

Ellington

Randomization Challenge 2: Technological Ascension

They call it Ladder Country From whence a new Babel grew Ascension to space so that the race might continue The Ladder stands monumentous, to deliver up the sundry Our planet's health declined and such this was our plan The Cabinet's decision ultimately to save The human race's extinction, perpretually delayed We deliver starseeds as woman and as man

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