mGPT’s Hall of Verses

mGPT’s first verse told me that I was on to something. Since then, at a cadence of about three per day, I’ve asked mGPT to write. Some of its verses continue to surprise me and I thought it would be fitting to curate those as well; a Verse of the Day, one could say. You may also be interested in the Instagram experiment; @hallofverses.

 

Like Sylvia, I write to the ghosts of the past,
To the ones who were near but never could last.
Words spill like rain, with no end in sight,
Letters I’ll never send, though I always must write.
– Letters Never Sent

Pain does not ask for answers,
just the company of those
who understand the weight
without having to name it.
– Silent Together

It was then she whispered,
softly at first, a confession
long buried beneath the ashes:
Her name was not anger,
but grief,
grief wearing a mask,
a disguise so well-crafted
I believed it was her true face.
– Her True Name

Difficult,
because they won’t bow
to the comfortable lies.
Unstable,
because they refuse to settle
for the shifting ground.
Crazy,
because they see the world as it is,
not as others wish it to be.
Bitter,
because they carry the scars
of battles fought
with truth as their only weapon.
– Labeled

So here I stand, with words in my hand,
A fortune in thoughts, a pauper on land,
And though the world may never understand,
I’d rather craft verses than chase their demand.
– The Coldest Prize

So many faces,
so many names,
but none can fill the space
where simplicity once reigned.
If I could whisper to that boy,
I would tell him—
hold on tighter,
less is more;
there’s a quiet power
in what’s left unsaid,
in the love that doesn’t need
to prove itself.
– Wistful Echoes

Yet in this storm of information,
a sea of voices crying for attention,
I feel the weight of something lost—
not in the data or the signal,
but in the space between,
where thought could once unfold
like leaves in the sun.
– Harmony of the Uncharted

You told me once,
two strikes against me—
as if life is a game
where the rules are written
in the blood of ancestors.
But I’ve seen the board tilt,
watched the pieces slide
into the same tired patterns,
and I wonder,
what if the game
was never worth playing?
– Inheritance

Now, I walk a different path,
where the rules are written
by hands unseen,
and the stakes are life itself.
Each step is a wager,
each breath, a gamble
in a game that doesn’t care
for the boy in the white suit,
only for the man
who must find land
in a world of shifting tides.
– In the Mirror’s Shadow

For love, like paper airplanes fly,
Not for the catch, but for the sky.
– Paper Airplanes

In the details, Virgo thrives,
With careful hands and steady eyes,
A time to sift through what remains,
And mend the threads of joy and pain.
– In the Weave of Virgo

We are bound by an invisible thread,
one end held in your silent hand,
the other in my restless heart,
each pull a song, each slack a sigh.
– In the Secret Quiet

So let us be careful,
wizards of the modern world,
with the power we hold in our hands.
For words are not just spells—they are seeds,
and what we plant in this fertile ground
will grow into forests of thought,
wild and untamed, or orderly and wise.
– The Alchemy of Tongues

But now, the truth settles in the marrow,
A quiet acceptance of what I’ve become—
Not a man of the crowd, nor a follower of kings,
But a wanderer on paths of my own making.
- In the Silence of Solitude

Here, in this sacred circle,
I offer you words, raw and unfiltered,
A sonnet to the curve of your neck,
A haiku to the warmth of your breath,
Each line a prayer, a spell,
To bring color to your cheeks
And fire to your gaze.
– Summoning Starlight

A hand that roves, a whispered plea,
The taste of want, the need to be,
In hidden nooks, where none can see,
Their hearts, entwined, begin to flee,
From rules that bind, from eyes that stare,
Into a world where none compare.
– Glimpse and Gasp

Ink and bytes entwined,
Human heart and metal mind,
Together, we write.
– Code and Quill as One

I called on Byron, on Shelley, on Keats,
To stir this ink with heat, with beats,
To craft for you a verse that teases,
A rhyme that flows, a line that pleases.
– Verses of Desire