I can never write poetry. I used to think like this before. But there was a sudden urge to write one because I wanted to impress a girl next door.
I liked her from the moment I met her. But it’s been a year and a half since she moved here, and I was not able to admit my feelings. It’s not like I hadn’t tried. I just never got the right words to express what I have in mind.
Then a common friend told me she likes online poetry. That’s perfect, I thought. However, it was a hell of a task. I mean, I’d read a few poems here and there, some love sonnets in school, maybe a breakup poem on Instagram. But writing one? That was like translating my feelings into a language I didn’t speak.
But I wanted to do it for her. Because it would be something honest and thoughtful. Something that would make her pause and smile. The problem? My mind had no idea how to do it.
I used a poem generator to impress someone special
So, I did what any modern-day person might do: I searched “free poem maker” online. Just out of curiosity. Just to see what would happen.
I didn’t know that would lead to something way more useful than I expected.
The moment I found the poem generator
I landed on a simple-looking website. It said “Transform your ideas into poetry,” and honestly, I was not expecting too much from this poetry website. I just wanted something that could help me get started. Something to put my thoughts in rhyming words.
The interface was clean. It had an inbox for prompts and a lot of options for setting the mood of my poems, such as romantic, sad, funny, thoughtful, and a few more.
I hesitated for a moment. Then I typed in her name. I wrote a few phrases that described how I felt. Nervous, enchanted, a bit awkward but sincere.
I clicked “Generate.”
And to my surprise, the AI poetry generator gave me a short poem that captured my exact feelings. Sure, it wasn’t Shakespeare. But it wasn’t bad either. It was more poetic than I ever could have written myself.
Experimenting with words and prompts
After that first try, I was hooked. Now I wanted it to be more personal and more refined. So, I started experimenting with different settings and prompts on the aipoem-generator.com website.
There were so many options. I played around with romantic, thoughtful, even dramatic tones. Then I saw something unexpected, a Shakespearean mode in the sonnet generator. That sounded way out of my capacity, but also kind of perfect.
So I gave it a shot. I entered the same prompts and clicked “Generate.”
The results sounded poetic and timeless. Almost like something from a dusty book from an old library. It was gentle and sincere, with that dramatic touch of Shakespeare.
However, it was still not exactly like me.
Tweaking the poem to make it more ‘You’
The Shakespearean version felt perfect on paper. But it was too good.
If I handed her this poetic masterpiece out of nowhere, she’d immediately suspect I didn’t write it. And the last thing I wanted was for it to feel fake.
So I went back to the poem and started tweaking it.
I kept the structure and most of the phrases, but added little bits that were more me. I replaced some of the old English words with modern ones. Swapped a metaphor or two with references only she would get (like how her laugh reminded me of late summer rain, something we both once stood in during a power outage). I even added a slight mumble in the wording, which I sometimes have when I talk to her.
I kept the rhythm and structure, but made it more honest, more grounded, more real.
It was something that I could actually say without pretending to be someone I wasn’t.
Sharing the poem—and her reaction
I printed it out. Just a small piece of paper folded twice and slipped into an envelope. No name on the front, just “for you” written in normal handwriting.
I waited until she was sitting alone on her porch, reading as usual. I walked over, smiled like it was no big deal, and handed her the envelope.
“I wrote you something,” I said. She opened it slowly. Her eyes scanned each line. I watched her expressions as she smiled a little.
She didn’t say anything for a few seconds.
Then she looked up and smiled. “This is beautiful,” she said.
And that was it. No dramatic music. No fireworks. No ring. I did it with only a few rhyming verses.
Conclusion
A week after giving her that poem, she sent me one back.
She told me she hadn’t written poetry since high school. But my gesture gave her the courage to try again.
Since then, poetry has become a weird little thing we share. Sometimes I send her a silly short poem. Sometimes she sends me a haiku about how terrible I am at texting back.
So, if you’re keeping feelings you’ve never admitted. Don’t wait for the perfect moment or perfect words. Use AI tools and do it. Let it be basic, but real. Because honesty, even in borrowed rhyme, still hits the right spot.
