Winter Rant

Welcome to Poetry Slams on Winter Rant!

Today’s Large Language Models:

• GPT 4 on chat.openai.com
• GPT 3.5 on chat.openai.com
• Google Bard
• Microsoft Bing on Edge

Prompt: Write a poem with rhymes for the following title: "A Writer’s Block"

Results:
GPT 4:

In the realm of the scribe, a shadow looms near, A presence that’s haunting, an insidious fear,
A phantom that lingers, whispering clear,
A writer’s block, the enemy dear.

The inkwell runs dry, and the pages stay bare,
As the words flee the mind, into thin air,
The letters, once bountiful, now lost in despair,
A writer’s block, a curse to ensnare.

In the depths of the struggle, a glimmer of light,
A flicker of hope, in the heart of the night,
The writer persists, refusing to smite,
The muse that’s elusive, a battle to fight.

Through the fog of frustration, an idea takes form,
A spark in the darkness, a calm in the storm,
The scribe clings to hope, as thoughts start to swarm,
A writer’s block breaking, a new world reborn.

With pen gripped in hand, the words tumble out,
A cascade of emotion, released in a spout,
The dam of despair, cracked by a shout,
A writer’s block conquered, no shadow of doubt.

For though the battle is fierce, and the struggle severe,
The heart of a writer knows no true fear,
In the face of the block, they stand tall and sincere,
A warrior of words, their purpose made clear.

A writer’s block vanquished, the story set free,
The scribe weaves their magic, a tapestry of glee,
For in each written word, a world they decree,
A writer’s block banished, a soul’s victory.

GPT 3.5:

A writer’s block, a daunting thing, A muse that’s fled on feathered wing.
I sit and stare at empty screen,
My thoughts are blank, my mind is clean.

I try to force the words to come,
But they won’t flow, they’re feeling numb.
I tap my fingers on the keys,
But nothing comes with each new breeze.

I feel a sense of frustration grow,
My mind is stuck, my pace is slow.
I wonder if my time is done,
If my creativity has run.

But then I take a deep, slow breath,
And realize that there’s no death.
For in this moment of despair,
A new idea can spring up there.

I close my eyes and let thoughts drift,
And suddenly my pen can lift.
The words start flowing, fast and true,
And once again my muse shines through.

A writer’s block can seem so tough,
But really, it’s just not enough,
To keep us from the page we love,
And from the words that fit like a glove.

Bing:

I sit at my desk and stare at the screen But nothing comes out, no words to be seen
I try to think of something clever or witty
But my mind is blank, as dry as the city

I have a writer’s block, a terrible curse
It makes me feel frustrated and worse
I want to write something amazing and new
But all I can do is sigh and say "boo"

How can I break this wall of silence?
How can I find some inspiration or guidance?
Maybe I should read a book or take a walk
Or talk to a friend or listen to some rock

Maybe I should just relax and let it go
And trust that the words will eventually flow
Maybe I should not worry so much about perfection
And just enjoy the process of creation

Bard:

My mind is blank, my thoughts a jumble,
I can’t seem to write a word.
The words just won’t come, they’re jumbled,
I’m stuck, I’m in a word.

I stare at the blank page,
My eyes are glazed, my mind is numb,
I can’t think of anything to write,
I’m stuck, I’m in a rut.

I try to force the words,
But they just won’t come, they’re stuck,
I’m frustrated, I’m angry,
I’m ready to give up.

But then I remember,
That I’ve been here before,
And I’ve always found a way to write,
I just need to give it some more time.

So I take a deep breath,
And I start again,
I write down anything that comes to mind,
No matter how silly or stupid it may seem.

And slowly, the words start to flow,
And my mind starts to clear,
And I’m able to write again,
I’m no longer stuck, I’m free.

Interestingly, Bard and Bing struck the same theme: they took the title on face value and wrote a poem in first person. The GPT’s on the other hand explored the concept itself. GPT3.5’s rendition was still in first person.

GPT4’s version was however my favorite! It actually spun out a tapestry of metaphors and personification. Pretty wild.
In fact, it has actually managed to spin out a story: from introducing the enemy, to conquering it with no fear. GPT4 literally went medieval and mytholigical.

So, it seems LLMs can deal in metaphors now.

– vijay, getting his mind blown