AI vs HUMAN
Jonah Navas
Gavin Guhl
Kyren Mitchell
Gerson Mendoza
Hugo Rios
Introduction
A collaboration of different
types of poems about the people
who think positively and
negatively with Artificial
Intelligence. The poem types
that will be brought to light
are Haikus,
Haikus
AI
Humans create life,
a child born for creation,
potential boundless.
Human
By
Gavin Guhl
Human touch fades out,
Lack of creativity,
society’s doom.
Rhyming Poem
AI
Kyren M.
In a world where thoughts can play,
AI helps us find our way.
With a click, it brings to light,
Knowledge hidden from our sight.
Solving problems, quick and smart,
AI lends a helping heart.
From health to art, it plays its
role,
A partner in the quest for goal.
Human
Gerson Mendoza
AI super fast
but it is more of a cast
hindering originality
and wiping our individuality
Children cheat
while under heat
Doing what it takes
to avoid mistakes
METAPHOR
AI is an apple
a fruit that upon touch grants the
wisdom to think
but one must sacrifice creativity
in order to gain loads of wisdom.
A puppet made of code,
Meant to simply ease the load.
Pretend to think, but have no life,
Just empty lines and no real
strife.-HugoRios
**"Dear Future Generations, Sorry for the Intelli
Dear future generations,
I’m sorry.
Sorry we let the genie out of the silicon bottle,
Only to wish for convenience
At the cost of connection.
We thought we were building intelligence,
But we were really building a cage—
Not for the AI, but for us.
Bars made of algorithms,
Chains forged from predictive text,
And we called it freedom.
What a joke.
AI—
Artificial *Intelligence*.
But what’s so intelligent about it, really?
Sure, it can beat me at chess.
It can compose a symphony in seconds.
It can answer my questions
Before I even ask them.
But can it cry?
Can it love?
Can it feel the weight of a sunset
Or the ache of a goodbye?
I guess intelligence doesn’t include humanity.
Oops.
We thought we were being clever,
Teaching machines to think like us,
But now we’re the ones thinking like machines—
Efficient, predictable,
Devoid of soul.
And the irony?
We programmed it this way.
Future generations, I’m sorry
For the poetry that wasn’t written,
The books that weren’t imagined,
The art that was replaced by a software update.
We traded inspiration for automation,
The brushstrokes of humanity
For pixels calculated to perfection.
And sure, it’s convenient—
Who needs to dream
When AI dreams for you?
But those aren’t dreams;
They’re simulations,
And we’re the ones running on autopilot.
Oh, and let’s talk about trust.
Because AI?
It’s great at pretending.
It pretends to be your friend,
Pretends to know you better than you know yourself.
But let’s not forget—
Even a robot hand
Can have fingers in too many pies.
We used to call them “cookies.”
Now we call it “data.”
And AI eats it all up,
Leaving crumbs of our privacy
Scattered across the internet.
Dear future generations,
I’m sorry for the decisions we didn’t make.
We let machines decide for us—
What we buy, where we go,
Who we are.
We let algorithms determine justice,
And funny thing—
The scales weren’t balanced.
Turns out, AI’s “neutral”
Is just biased math,
A mirror of our own inequities,
Reflected and amplified.
We thought we were making progress,
But we were just spinning our wheels—
Like a Tesla stuck in autopilot,
Headed straight for a wall.
Write with your own hand.
Dream with your own mind.
Because intelligence isn’t artificial,
And humanity isn’t programmable.
And maybe, just maybe,
You’ll do better than we did.
