donlaiq
    0 Followers

    a photo of a whirlwind storm inside an old bottle with detailed, beautiful golden cap in a captain's cabin of an old pirate ship

    Copy

    drawing, painting, crayon, sketch, graphite, impressionist, noisy, blurry, soft, deformed, ugly

    2
    Safe
    Private

    Comments

    More prompts from donlaiq

    Masterwork painting, The Mona Lisa with mustache by Leonardo Da Vinci
    Loaded like a freight train Flyin' like an aeroplane Feelin' like a space brain One more time tonight (look out) Well, I'm a west coast struttin' One bad mother Got a rattlesnake suitcase under my arm Said I'm a mean machine Been drinkin' gasoline And honey you can make my motor hum I got one chance left In a nine live cat I got a dog eat dog sly smile I got a molotov cocktail with a match to go I smoke my cigarette with style And I can tell you honey You can make my money tonight Wake up late, honey put on your clothes And take your credit card to the liquor store Well that's one for you and two for me by tonight I'll be loaded like a freight train Flyin' like an aeroplane Feelin' like a space brain One more time tonight I'm on the night train, bottoms up I'm on the night train, fill my cup I'm on the night train, ready to crash and burn I never learn I'm on the night train, I love that stuff I'm on the night train, and I can never get enough I'm on the night train, never to return, no Loaded like a freight train Flyin' like an aeroplane Speedin' like a space brain One more time tonight I'm on the night train And I'm lookin' for some I'm on the night train So's I can leave this slum I'm on the night train And I'm ready to crash and burn Night train, bottoms up I'm on the night train, fill my cup I'm on the night train Oh oh oh ohh oh yeah I'm on the night train Love that stuff Ooh I'm on the night train And I can never get enough Ridin' the night train I guess I I guess, I guess, I guess I never learn On the night train Float me home Ooh, I'm on the night train Ridin' the night train Never to return Night train
    A frog wearing a pink tutu and pointe shoes doing a grand jete. Film grain, 8k, hd.
    valley, fairytale treehouse village covered, (8k), cinematic background, (humorous illustration, hyperrealistic), highly detailed, symmetrical, vibrant colors, cinematic lighting, fantasy digital art, octane render, beautiful composition, trending on artstation, award-winning photograph, masterpiece
    macabre style of a tiny red flower growing on the street on an abandoned city. Nadir image. dark, gothic, grim, haunting, highly detailed
    Cinematic photo of a chimpanzee smoking a cigarette. Hawaiian shirt and Panama hat. Smoke. 35mm photograph, film, professional, 4k, highly detailed.
    Photo of Roman soldiers playing poker with several stacks of . Extremely high-resolution details, photographic, realism pushed to extreme, fine texture, incredibly lifelike, cinematic, 35mm film, 35mm photography, film, photo realism, DSLR, 8k, hr, hdr, ultra-detailed, high quality, high contrast, film grain, high speed blur
    A photo of a rock band made of vegetables. 8k, hd.
    Thy soul shall find itself alone 'Mid dark thoughts of the grey tomb-stone -- Not one, of all the crowd, to pry Into thine hour of secrecy: Be silent in that solitude Which is not loneliness -- for then The spirits of the dead who stood In life before thee are again In death around thee -- and their will Shall then overshadow thee: be still. For the night -- tho' clear -- shall frown -- And the stars shall look not down, From their high thrones in the Heaven, With light like Hope to mortals given -- But their red orbs, without beam, To thy weariness shall seem As a burning and a fever Which would cling to thee for ever : Now are thoughts thou shalt not banish -- Now are visions ne'er to vanish -- From thy spirit shall they pass No more -- like dew-drop from the grass: The breeze -- the breath of God -- is still -- And the mist upon the hill Shadowy -- shadowy -- yet unbroken, Is a symbol and a token -- How it hangs upon the trees, A mystery of mysteries! --
    Thank Heaven! the crisis -- The danger is past, And the lingering illness Is over at last -- And the fever called "Living" Is conquered at last. Sadly, I know I am shorn of my strength, And no muscle I move As I lie at full length -- But no matter! -- I feel I am better at length. And I rest so composedly, Now, in my bed, That any beholder Might fancy me dead -- Might start at beholding me, Thinking me dead. The moaning and groaning, The sighing and sobbing, Are quieted now, With that horrible throbbing At heart: -- ah, that horrible, Horrible throbbing! The sickness -- the nausea -- The pitiless pain -- Have ceased, with the fever That maddened my brain -- With the fever called "Living" That burned in my brain. And oh! of all tortures That torture the worst Has abated -- the terrible Torture of thirst For the naphthaline river Of Passion accurst: -- I have drank of a water That quenches all thirst: -- Of a water that flows, With a lullaby sound, From a spring but a very few Feet under ground -- From a cavern not very far Down under ground. And ah! let it never Be foolishly said That my room it is gloomy And narrow my bed; For man never slept In a different bed -- And, to sleep, you must slumber In just such a bed. My tantalized spirit Here blandly reposes, Forgetting, or never Regretting its roses -- Its old agitations Of myrtles and roses: For now, while so quietly Lying, it fancies A holier odor About it, of pansies -- A rosemary odor, Commingled with pansies -- With rue and the beautiful Puritan pansies. And so it lies happily, Bathing in many A dream of the truth And the beauty of Annie -- Drowned in a bath Of the tresses of Annie. She tenderly kissed me, She fondly caressed, And then I fell gently To sleep on her breast -- Deeply to sleep From the heaven of her breast. When the light was extinguished, She covered me warm, And she prayed to the angels To keep me from harm -- To the queen of the angels To shield me from harm. And I lie so composedly, Now in my bed, (Knowing her love) That you fancy me dead -- And I rest so contentedly, Now in my bed, (With her love at my breast) That you fancy me dead -- That you shudder to look at me, Thinking me dead: -- But my heart it is brighter Than all of the many Stars in the sky, For it sparkles with Annie -- It glows with the light Of the love of my Annie -- With the thought of the light Of the eyes of my Annie.
    a photo of a whirlwind storm inside an old bottle with detailed, beautiful golden cap in a captain's cabin of an old pirate ship.
    Lo! Death has reared himself a throne In a strange city lying alone Far down within the dim West, Where the good and the bad and the worst and the best Have gone to their eternal rest. There shrines and palaces and towers (Time-eaten towers that tremble not!) Resemble nothing that is ours. Around, by lifting winds forgot, Resignedly beneath the sky The melancholy waters lie. No rays from the holy heaven come down On the long night-time of that town; But light from out the lurid sea Streams up the turrets silently- Gleams up the pinnacles far and free- Up domes- up spires- up kingly halls- Up fanes- up Babylon-like walls- Up shadowy long-forgotten bowers Of sculptured ivy and stone flowers- Up many and many a marvellous shrine Whose wreathed friezes intertwine The viol, the violet, and the vine. Resignedly beneath the sky The melancholy waters lie. So blend the turrets and shadows there That all seem pendulous in air, While from a proud tower in the town Death looks gigantically down. There open fanes and gaping graves Yawn level with the luminous waves; But not the riches there that lie In each idol's diamond eye- Not the gaily-jewelled dead Tempt the waters from their bed; For no ripples curl, alas! Along that wilderness of glass- No swellings tell that winds may be Upon some far-off happier sea- No heavings hint that winds have been On seas less hideously serene. But lo, a stir is in the air! The wave- there is a movement there! As if the towers had thrust aside, In slightly sinking, the dull tide- As if their tops had feebly given A void within the filmy Heaven. The waves have now a redder glow- The hours are breathing faint and low- And when, amid no earthly moans, Down, down that town shall settle hence, Hell, rising from a thousand thrones, Shall do it reverence.
    Thy soul shall find itself alone 'Mid dark thoughts of the grey tomb-stone -- Not one, of all the crowd, to pry Into thine hour of secrecy: Be silent in that solitude Which is not loneliness -- for then The spirits of the dead who stood In life before thee are again In death around thee -- and their will Shall then overshadow thee: be still. For the night -- tho' clear -- shall frown -- And the stars shall look not down, From their high thrones in the Heaven, With light like Hope to mortals given -- But their red orbs, without beam, To thy weariness shall seem As a burning and a fever Which would cling to thee for ever : Now are thoughts thou shalt not banish -- Now are visions ne'er to vanish -- From thy spirit shall they pass No more -- like dew-drop from the grass: The breeze -- the breath of God -- is still -- And the mist upon the hill Shadowy -- shadowy -- yet unbroken, Is a symbol and a token -- How it hangs upon the trees, A mystery of mysteries! --
    cinematic photo A Queen's Guard drinking the 5 o'clock tea in front of the Buckingham Palace sat in a cheap plastic seat, crossing his legs. . 35mm photograph, film, bokeh, professional, 4k, highly detailed
    Portrait of a fierce, angry viking holding an ice cream in the battlefield. Close up, film grain, 8k, hd, motion blur:1.5.
    Horror-themed a horrendous, dark scene of a scary, gloomy ghost screaming inside the room of an enchanted house. 8k, 4k, ultrarealistic, realistic, hd. . Eerie, unsettling, dark, spooky, suspenseful, grim, highly detailed
    Portrait of a fierce, angry, rustic, screaming cowboy holding a megaphone in a duel. Close up, film grain, 8k, hd, motion blur:1.5.
    iphone photo of a doctor smiling and toasting with the patient which is laying out in the bed. large depth of field, deep depth of field, highly detailed
    Horror-themed cinematic photo of a disgusting, scruffy ugly chef preparing a nauseating, fetid food. Dirty table, full of garbage, sticky substances hanging everywhere. Abandoned, gloomy place full of plastics, nylons, mold with stained walls. 35mm photograph, film, bokeh, professional, 4k, highly detailed. . Eerie, unsettling, dark, spooky, suspenseful, grim, highly detailed
    tango dancing in an old tavern Pido permiso seores Que este tango este tango habla por mi Y mi voz entre sus sones dir Dir por qu canto as Porque cuando pibe Porque cuando pibe me acunaba En tango la cancin materna Pa' llamar el sueo Y escuche el rezongo de los bandoneones Bajo el emparrado de mi patio viejo Porque vi el desfile de las inclemencias Con mis pobres ojos llorosos y abiertos Y en la triste pieza de mis buenos viejos Canto la pobreza su cancin de invierno Y yo me hice en tangos Me fui modelando en barro, en miseria En las amarguras que da la pobreza En llantos de madre En la rebelda del que es fuerte Y tiene que cruzar los brazos Cuando el hambre viene Y yo me hice en tangos porque Porque el tango es macho! Porque el tango es fuerte! Tiene olor a vida Tiene gusto a muerte Porque quise mucho, y porque me engaaron Y pase la vida masticando sueos Porque soy un rbol que nunca dio frutos Porque soy un perro que no tiene dueo Porque tengo odios que nunca los digo Porque cuando quiero, porque cuando quiero me desangro en besos Porque quise mucho, y no me han querido Por eso, canto, tan triste Por eso!
    View more from donlaiq