. Human Poetry vs. ChatGPT Poetry Quiz by Evan Mantyk and Mike Bryant Artificial intelligence, most notably ChatGPT, is gaining a lot of attention for creating works of writing that seem effective and even human-like to a scary degree. But can ChaptGPT write poetry? Some people claim it can. Google's AI chatbot is even called Bard. Is there a difference? Take the poetry quiz below and decide for yourself. The quiz features poems that have appeared here at the Society of Classical Poets, a non-profit organization based in New York that promotes traditional poetry with meter and often rhyme. This creates a perfect comparison because these are the kinds of poems that ChatGPT normally writes. (Perhaps this is because free verse poetry is so formless that it is arguably not poetry at all but eccentric prose, but that's a different story...) For each question, write down the letter of the poem that you think is human-written. There is only one human-written poem in each question. You can check your answers at the very end and share your thoughts in the comments below. . QUESTION 1 . Villanelle A The sun sets slowly in the western sky, Its golden light fades into shades of red, A peaceful calm descends as day goes by. The trees sway gently as the breeze drifts nigh, Birds fly home to their cozy feathered bed, The sun sets slowly in the western sky. The world around us seems to slowly die, As darkness creeps in and the stars are shed, A peaceful calm descends as day goes by. The moon arises, casting shadows sly, And the night creatures emerge from their shed, The sun sets slowly in the western sky. The universe seems to heave a deep sigh, As the earth prepares to rest its weary head, A peaceful calm descends as day goes by. So let us savor this moment nigh, For tomorrow is another day ahead, The sun sets slowly in the western sky, A peaceful calm descends as day goes by. . Villanelle B Our paths vanish; our footsteps fade From forest glades, from wave-damp sands From sunlight’s dazzle and twilight’s shade. Babes and toddlers, not yet afraid, We reach and roll and often stumble From sunlight’s dazzle to twilight’s shade. In youth we lie ‘neath moonlight’s blade, Cut by love; like kisses stolen, Our paths vanish; our footsteps fade. Mothers, fathers, we make the trade--- Our days, our tears, our blood for children--- From sunlight’s dazzle to twilight’s shade. At waves’ last reach, a foamy braid, Elders converse, words a murmur--- Our paths vanish; our footsteps fade Fingers stiffen; our hands grow cold; Voices soften from steel to gold. Our paths vanish; our footsteps fade From sunlight’s dazzle to twilight’s shade. . . QUESTION 2 . Limerick A An acrobat named Larry Loops was best among all circus troupes, But he quit one day and was heard to say, “My boss made me jump all those hoops!” . Limerick B There once was a fellow named Clyde, Who attempted to surf on the tide. He fell off his board, But would not be ignored, So he swam with the waves, undenied. . Limerick C There once was a cat from Peru Whose antics were quite a to-do He'd dance on his paws And break all the laws While singing a jolly "meow-dee-doo!” . . QUESTION 3 . Haiku A Whispering wind speaks, Nature's wisdom flows through leaves, Silent songs of peace. . Haiku B Whispering breeze sighs, Cherry blossoms gently fall, Spring's sweet lullaby. . Haiku C Footsteps approaching; calling birds fall silent: sh-h! The willows whisper. . . QUESTION 4 . Sonnet A My true love laughs, and angel choirs sing; The mountains echo back his tuneful mirth While Nature dances, heav’n in step with earth. ‘Tis music to mine ear; mine heart takes wing! Into my love’s embrace I fly secure, And tenderly he holds me in his arms As if to shelter me from sin’s alarms. Like rooted rock his faithfulness is sure. If I could sing, my song would rise on high As counterpoint to laughter’s melody. My thanks and praise emblazoned in the sky To God, who gave mine own true love to me. And so, with heart and mind and strength and soul I sing of thee, whose love has made me whole. . Sonnet B Upon the verdant fields of waking spring, Where flowers bloom and gentle zephyrs sing, I find the solace of a quiet morn, When thoughts of love and dreams are newly born. The golden sun in sky doth proudly rise, Its warm embrace a blessing undisguised, Each ray of light a painter's subtle brush, That brings to life the colors nature hushed. Yet in this tapestry of life and light, A beauty far more radiant takes flight, The glowing ember of your gentle smile, A beacon in the twilight of my trials. So let us journey hand in hand, my love, Beneath the boundless canopy above. . . . Source of ChatGPT poems can be found here. Answers View answers here. Post your score and thoughts in the comments section below.