Creator: Adam Oehler Stepping on a small wooden boat rowing circles with two small hands; swirling and swashing drowsy waters, I glided past the autumnal lands. The white sun was wry and mellow; the blue river looked darker now; the stillness was often deafening - broken by crackling of the boughs. I reached the vivid… Continue reading Amber Love | Autumn Poetry
“Beauty is the only thing that time cannot harm. Philosophies fall away like sand, creeds follow one another, but what is beautiful is a joy for all seasons, a possession for all eternity.” - Oscar Wilde Dear Readers, Before diving into the depths of this opinion piece of mine, it is important to make you… Continue reading The Future of Poetry in light of AI Developments (ChatGPT 3.5)| An opinion piece
The word ekphrasis, or ecphrasis, comes from the Greek for the written description of a work of art. It is a vivid, often dramatic, verbal description of a visual work of art, either real or imagined. - WikipediaThis is the third poem in the Ekphrasis series of poetry. In the aforementioned series, I compose poems… Continue reading Verses on an Angry Sea | Ekphrasis Series
The crisp autumn air blows over the vale whistling hollow tunes in lows and highs; it blows past trees and brown forest floor tossing dried leaves up towards the skies. I planted pink rose shrubs in my garden they sprung to life in the month of May; the blooming petals now no longer blush; the… Continue reading Autumn Tales
The ice slates are perilous, the icicles keen, chilling blasts of snow now cloud the scene, the woeful world robbed of all things green, speaking in whispers, what did she mean?
The word ekphrasis, or ecphrasis, comes from the Greek for the written description of a work of art. It is a vivid, often dramatic, verbal description of a visual work of art, either real or imagined. - WikipediaThis is the second poem in the Ekphrasis series of poetry. In the aforementioned series, I compose poems… Continue reading An Ode to Narcissus | Caravaggio | Ekphrasis Series
Beneath the quiet earth rest her cold bones and over the ground a tomb of snow white; no tawdry embellishments carve the stones the pale marble glistens in the moonlight. The nightingale pines for its long lost mate, does its heaving heart burst forth with pain? Is it singing sweet notes of love and death… Continue reading Her Grave | Poetry
Does love damage and maim this way? Am I to sacrifice my blood and breath? Knowing full well that I cannot escape, with ribbons, you wrap the gift of death.
This is the third poem in my Lillien series. The first can be found here and the second here. Cover pic: https://cz.pinterest.com/Ve9m_4h I hear the soft ruffling of flowing linen robes, long striding footsteps on the withered grass, awakening the deep longing in my torn heart, have my prayers brought Lillien here at last? Too… Continue reading A Reverie | Lillien Series
When you kill the very thing you love, Often, there is a price to pay - Endless heartaches, sleepless nights, No words to utter when you pray
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