詩生成器

入力

Theme

The quiet moment when a city wakes up — the first bus, a baker's light, the strange tenderness of a place before it's crowded.

Poem Style

free-verse

Tone

contemplative

Length

medium

出力（抜粋）

Before the city remembers itself,
the baker's window leaks a yellow patience
onto the empty street.
A bus exhales at the corner,
carrying no one but its own headlights.
The pigeons rehearse their small rebellions.
And for one held breath,
the whole grey machine of the morning
is only a man with flour on his hands,
turning the sign to OPEN
for a world not yet awake to need him.

入力

Theme

The first warm day of spring and the feeling of stepping outside without a coat.

Poem Style

haiku

Tone

joyful

Length

short

出力（抜粋）

Coat left on the hook—
sunlight finds my bare forearms,
winter lets me go.

入力

Theme

Saying goodbye to someone at a train station, knowing the distance will change everything between you.

Poem Style

sonnet

Tone

melancholic

Length

medium

出力（抜粋）

The platform clock indifferent to our hands,
we stand inside the minute we both dread;
the train arrives obedient to its plans
and carries off the things we left unsaid.
I memorize your coat, the way you turn,
the small brave smile you offer like a shield—
and though I know the distance we will learn,
I count your steps as something I can yield.
The doors exhale. The whistle splits the grey...