Prompt: The Moving Finger writes, and, having writ, Moves on; nor all your Piety nor Wit Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line, Nor all your Tears wash out a Word of it. persian male poet
Prompt: The Moving Finger writes, and, having writ, Moves on; nor all your Piety nor Wit Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line, Nor all your Tears wash out a Word of it. persian male poet
Prompt: The Moving Finger writes, and, having writ, Moves on; nor all your Piety nor Wit Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line, Nor all your Tears wash out a Word of it.
Prompt: The Moving Finger writes, and, having writ, Moves on; nor all your Piety nor Wit Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line, Nor all your Tears wash out a Word of it.
Prompt: The Moving Finger writes and having writ Moves on nor all your Piety nor Wit Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line, Nor all your Tears wash out a Word of it
Prompt: Yes, I kissed and knew The traces of your sweet lips, I gave my lips to my lips, There is no sin here. From kissing lips Just ale and more tender. Why were they so rude Words about me
Prompt: Yes, I kissed and knew The traces of your sweet lips, I gave my lips to my lips, There is no sin here. From kissing lips Just ale and more tender. Why were they so rude Words about me
Prompt: Riya did not know whether Aman's soul had returned to her or it was just an illusion. But she knew that she would never be able to forget Aman.
Prompt: full body shot of a samurai holding a katana, fight stance, dramatic, cinematic, traditional scene
Negative: samurai helmet, extra limbs
Style: Digital Art
Prompt: Four walls, a refuge moulded by her character, shaped by her restless mind, toned by her relentless fervour. A sharp scent of incense welcomed the guest, embosoming him in opulent fumes that caressed his eyelids, naturally drawing thoughts and focus on resting upon the pillowed bed propped against the wall, on the opposite end of the room from the entrance. Four additional pillows, decorated with warm red and orange oriental patterns, seemed to burst out from the deep blue wall behind them, advancing even further the proposal of dozing away in a kaleidoscopic dream. Above the bulky bed (the size of which appeared even larger, in the minuscule room), a chromatic dance of red shades decorated the cobalt tinted wall: a wide number of psychedelic posters, adorned with writings and evocative images, depicted the spirituality that characterised her, and outlined the desire for exotic travels that she has been preserving deep within her mind for many years. A timid, bluish, pale light peeped from a window to his left, and it almost instantly blended with the diffuse lighting that was flooding the room, coming from the numerous festive lights tingling and hanging from the ceiling, fixed from wall to wall and around the window. Slightly to the left of it, a night table held her computer and, behind it, stood an enigmatic little jewel box embellished with an exotic bas relief. Almost concealed, lying on the floor under the bedside stand, a pile of books and magazines served as emergency provisions for her thirst of knowledge. A hazy rock’n’roll song about mermaids, echoing directly from the sixties, came from an unidentified source, hinting to the musical spiced taste she enjoyed.
Prompt: Riya could not understand what had happened. He thought maybe it was all a dream. But she was still feeling the warmth of Aman and the touch of his embrace.
Prompt: O Prophet! Tell your wives, and your daughters, and the women of the believers, to lengthen their garments. That is more proper, so they will be recognized and not harassed. God is Forgiving and Merciful.” (Surat 33 al-Azhab Verse 59)
Prompt: Why should fate, which is not destined to be a fickle lyricism, sing the same with it (unknown in the world)The love and friendship of old?Sad truth, poet, Why should I expose the secrets of the intrigues of treachery in truthful songs for posterity?
Prompt: The man is arabe from koraich , was exceptionally handsome and elegant. His face was radiant and clear, with eyes that held a special charm, dark in color and intense in their gaze. His beard was thick and full, adding an aura of beauty and wisdom to his appearance. His voice was captivating and articulate, expressing eloquence and wisdom.His external demeanor reflected strength of character and generosity. He possessed height and robustness, with a straight and noble posture. His silence carried dignity, and his words were pearls of wisdom flowing clearly and smoothly. He was neither stern nor dismissive but rather beloved and respected by all. He had companions who admired and served him attentively and faithfully.This man was unique in his beauty and character, combining strength and charisma, wisdom, and kindness. He was a personality unmatched in greatness and magnificence.
Prompt: A grain of sand like in sea waves, How small is the spark in the eternal ice, Like fine dust in a strong whirlwind, In a fire as fierce as a feather, So I am deep in this abyss, I'm lost, tired of thoughts
Prompt: Ah, not baptized in the deep waters of Lethe Our spirit is bitter, and our memory torments us. The pain of extra-life grievances smolders within us - Exiles, wanderers and poets!
Prompt: Ah, not baptized in the deep waters of Lethe Our spirit is bitter, and our memory torments us. The pain of extra-life grievances smolders within us - Exiles, wanderers and poets!
Prompt: Even the best fate cannot withstand insincerity, and deep feelings need cherishing. There are no real fools in this world, only those willing to play innocent for you.
Prompt: generate an image for a YouTube channel that deals with dark love and psychology trick with the name Obsidian Hearts engraved on the picture
Prompt: In a secluded chamber, a figure with twilight-woven hair is surrounded by a dance of bioluminescent lilies, conceptualized by Alan Lee and brought to life with the detailed realism of Craig Mullins. John Howe's dynamic lighting casts dramatic shadows, creating a ballet of color and form. (subterranean symphony:1.1)
Negative: inertia, starkness, simplicity.
Prompt: an image described by: No more my heart shall sob or grieve. My days and nights dissolve in God’s own Light. Above the toil of life my soul Is a Bird of Fire winging the Infinite.
Prompt: Life was meant to be lived, and curiosity must be kept alive. One must never, for whatever reason, turn his back on life
Prompt: The man described by Umm Ma'bad was exceptionally handsome and elegant. His face was radiant and clear, with eyes that held a special charm, dark in color and intense in their gaze. His beard was thick and full, adding an aura of beauty and wisdom to his appearance. His voice was captivating and articulate, expressing eloquence and wisdom.His external demeanor reflected strength of character and generosity. He possessed height and robustness, with a straight and noble posture. His silence carried dignity, and his words were pearls of wisdom flowing clearly and smoothly. He was neither stern nor dismissive but rather beloved and respected by all. He had companions who admired and served him attentively and faithfully.This man was unique in his beauty and character, combining strength and charisma, wisdom, and kindness. He was a personality unmatched in greatness and magnificence.
Prompt: Home is behind, the world ahead And there are many paths to tread Thru shadow, to the edge of night Until the stars are all alight Mist and shadow, cloud and shade All shall fade, all shall fade
Prompt: There the thick darkness argues with the water; Or the sun's rays shine, Leaning through the thick air towards us; Or the tops of the fat mountains are burning; Or the zephyr stopped blowing into the sea, And smooth waves hit the air.
Prompt: There the thick darkness argues with the water; Or the sun's rays shine, Leaning through the thick air towards us; Or the tops of the fat mountains are burning; Or the zephyr stopped blowing into the sea, And smooth waves hit the air.
Prompt: My heart is dull and my eyes are wavering I was alone in this world All I knew of spring was falling petals Every year, I was treated coldly
Prompt: I do not regret, do not call, do not cry, Everything will pass like smoke from white apple trees. Withered in gold, I won't be young anymore.
Prompt: I do not regret, do not call, do not cry, Everything will pass like smoke from white apple trees. Withered in gold, I won't be young anymore.
Prompt: Disputes will only wear down your spirit, complaints will only deepen your pain, and hatred will only make your mood more restless. Only by letting go of resentment can your soul find true peace.
Prompt: While you and I are alive among blood and ice, Among the oblivion of love in the weariness of labor. On our torn sleeves the swastika has decayed, It would be better to look at the clouds like fools. A transparent butterfly soul in the pollen of hopes He will rise, hurrying home, above the blackness of his clothes. Only the body spilled a glass of milk into the ground, He had so little time to look at the clouds. On pain of our own deaths in the desire to be, We are ready to shed the tears of future children over the edges. Forgive us for the weakness of our souls, for what is deep The sadness of bloody puddles, beyond the clouds...
Prompt: wise man with guiding hands, whose eyes shine in darkness, please take me to where i belong, listen to my phrase of wisdom, open your eyes to the vision of life, your image of purity shows,
Prompt: Radiantly emerging, a rose-limned being floats amid cascading blossoms fringing alabaster avenues, nacre petals spilling quicksilver verses. Lithe as nebulae, ambrosial hymns flush alabaster flesh with indigo lament, chronicling sundered ages from citadels carved in moonlight. Delicate silks shed, relinquishing etherial memories upon the edge of dreaming. (Imogen Cunningham, Claude Cahun, Dove)
Negative: nudity
Prompt: Lusterless aluminides flaked like spent monsoons from high cheek and browline as war-wear graven deep by ionic scour sang the bittersweet ballads of vanished battles across her lovely, long-suffering face.
Negative: nudity
Prompt: I breathe in life, where shadows gently borrow,Exalting sorrows, in the dragon's marrow. I am the dragon, a tale to trace,In echoes of sorrow, I find my grace.Inhaling life's whispers, with flames that gleam,I am the dragon, in the river's dream.
Prompt: The moment you light the incense, the smoke curls up like a dream. Close your eyes, take a deep breath, and feel the fragrance flowing through the air, gently warming your heart and adding tranquility and beauty to your life.
Prompt: If you say, I love you, then you have already fallen in love with language, which is already a form of break up and infidelity.
Prompt: We always spend running away from something in life, imagine a person going after their dreams even though they are having so much trouble these days in the mental, spiritual and physical wars, create an oriental scene and raining in the place, oil painting, stunning scenery
Prompt: We always spend running away from something in life, imagine a person going after their dreams even though they are having so much trouble these days in the mental, spiritual and physical wars, create an oriental scene and raining in the place, oil painting, stunning scenery
Prompt: Now you won't fight so much, A heart touched by a chill, And the country of birch chintz It won't tempt you to wander around barefoot.
Prompt: Now you won't fight so much, A heart touched by a chill, And the country of birch chintz It won't tempt you to wander around barefoot.
Prompt: There was an old man named John, who lived in a world that moved rapidly around him. His beautiful memories took him back to the days of his youth, when he had a dream and smiling hopes.
Prompt: , the strong man in establishing the Abbasid state, the son of Muhammad bin Ali, the founder of the Abbasid call, and the mastermind of the efforts of his brother Abu al-Abbas, the murderer, the first Abbasid caliph. By the year 132 AH, in which the people of Kufa pledged allegiance to Abu Abbas Caliph, the lands that owed Islam extended from Andalusia to Central Asia, and most historians believe that the failure of the Umayyads to deal with the ethnic and cultural diversity represented by this expansion was the basis for their downfall. Their state, and then the emergence of the Abbasid call, which relied on the strong opposition existing in the cities of Khorasan to Umayyad rule
Prompt: ....A dream, a dream.He always lives in the hearts of only those who believe in a fairy tale.And Gray sails to his Assol.She is so waiting for him, and this..his heart warms..And a ship is running on the wavesAnd the sea is quietly worshipingLovers have their lighthouse shining.And the scarlet sail is so visible from the shore.And the meaning is this:that Faith is our everything!And miracles are subject to all of usAnd you can take red fabric.And sew your happiness with your hands.
Prompt: ....A dream, a dream.He always lives in the hearts of only those who believe in a fairy tale.And Gray sails to his Assol.She is so waiting for him, and this..his heart warms..And a ship is running on the wavesAnd the sea is quietly worshipingLovers have their lighthouse shining.And the scarlet sail is so visible from the shore.And the meaning is this:that Faith is our everything!And miracles are subject to all of usAnd you can take red fabric.And sew your happiness with your hands.
Prompt: ....A dream, a dream.He always lives in the hearts of only those who believe in a fairy tale.And Gray sails to his Assol.She is so waiting for him, and this..his heart warms..And a ship is running on the wavesAnd the sea is quietly worshipingLovers have their lighthouse shining.And the scarlet sail is so visible from the shore.And the meaning is this:that Faith is our everything!And miracles are subject to all of usAnd you can take red fabric.And sew your happiness with your hands.
