I used the prompt “Construct a poem about human survival in a changing and uncertain world” using GPT-4.

AI generated poem

In a world of constant flux, an ever-turning sphere,
Beneath the ever-watchful stars, we harbor quiet fear.
Change, the great unknown, it dances with the night,
And in its eerie shadowed hands, holds our fragile plight.

Torrents of technology, evolving as we breathe,
Silent in its progress, like a sword unsheathed.
The old gives way to new, as the seasons in their turn,
In the furnace of uncertainty, where destinies are churned.

Yet in this swirling chaos, a beacon lights the way,
The indomitable human spirit, brighter than the day.
We are creatures of resilience, made of stardust and of grit,
Against the tides of time and change, we shall never quit.

Through the storm of centuries, across shifting sand,
Bearing burdens of a changing world, a steadfast band.
Humanity, the mariner, navigating oceans vast,
Surviving, always striving, learning from the past.

Wielding love and empathy, against the biting cold,
The tale of human survival, across the ages told.
In the face of adversity, the human spirit thrives,
Dancing with the tempest, yet ensuring life survives.

Tides of transformation, they will rise and they will fall,
Yet we shall stand unyielding, answering the call.
For we are more than matter, more than fleeting dust,
In a changing and uncertain world, in ourselves we trust.

Eternity may come and go, its secrets unconfined,
Yet one thing remains constant, the resilience of mankind.
In our hearts a spark remains, as luminous as the sun,
Burning through uncertainty, the human race shall run.

So here’s to us, the dreamers, who dare to reach for stars,
In a world of shifting landscapes, we are the avatars.
For amidst the churning cosmos, one truth stands tall and bright,
In a changing and uncertain world, we are the beacon light.

My poem using ideas and words from AI but making it my own.

Under the beacon light

This constant flux in an ever-turning sphere,
moves beneath the watchful stars
that witness the quiet fear
and the great unknown.

Evolving we breathe shallow and rapidly,
as the old gives way to new,
as the seasons churn,
and no beacon lights the way.

Humanity, the mariner bold, navigating oceans vast,
surviving, always striving, learning from the past
but now not so sure, uncertain,
under the gaze of the shifting stars.

We dance with the tempest we cannot see,
and ride the tides of transformation,
as they rise and fall,
but in whom do we trust?

We used to believe in constants,
and the resilience of humankind
as givens under the luminosity of the sun,
but that now burns with uncertainty in the race to where?

Where are you, dreamers?

To what do you dare under the stars,
in a world in which we are the avatars?

Where is the truth under the beacon light?

 

31/5/2023