Computers and Programming

My lady is more beauteous than a rose, That in the garden sweetly doth unfold; Her radiant face outshines the sun that glows, And makes the stars seem dim and dull and cold. She is more stunning than a lightning bolt, That cleaves the sky with sudden flash and roar; Her eyes can pierce my heart with one swift jolt, And leave me breathless, shaken to the core. She is more gentle than an angel's touch, That soothes the weary soul with grace and love; Her words can heal my wounds and lift me much, And make me feel as if I soar above. She is the fairest creature ever seen, And I am blessed to have her as my queen. Prompt: Write me a sonnet using the style and vocabulary of Shakespeare about how my lady is more beautiful than a rose, more stunning than a lightning bolt, and gentle as the touch of an angel.

The moonlight’s beams, so pure and bright, Translucent, yet a sorrowful sight, As they pass through the window at night, A melancholic feeling takes flight. The light, so pale, and yet so strong, It casts a shadow, oh so long, And in the silence, it sings a song, Of love and loss, of right and wrong. The beams, they dance, they twist and turn, A sight that makes the heart yearn, For something lost, for something gone, For a love that’s past, for a life that’s done. And yet, the light, it brings a hope, A promise of a brighter scope, Of a future that’s yet to come, Of a life that’s yet to be won. So let the moonlight’s beams shine bright, And let them guide you through the night, For though they bring a sorrowful plight, They also bring a glimmer of light. 1 : Edgar Allan Poe’s vocabulary is known for its use of obscure words and phrases. You can find a list of some of his words and phrases at poestories.com . Prompt: Write me a poem about how beautiful yet sorrowful are the translucent

In the darkness of the night, When the stars refuse to shine, I hear a voice that haunts my soul, A voice that once was mine. It whispers secrets in my ear, Of love and loss and pain, And though I try to run away, It follows me again. I see her face in every dream, Her eyes so dark and deep, And though I know she’s gone forever, I cannot help but weep. I drink to drown the memories, To forget the love we shared, But still her voice echoes in my mind, A voice that’s always there. And so I wander through this life, Haunted by the ghost of love, A prisoner of my own despair, A victim of the stars above. Prompt: Write me a poem in the style of Edgar Allan Poe. The poem is about a man who is haunted by the ghost of his young bride, and how he has been tormented to alcoholism and opium in order to escape the pain.