Kris Oberckal

Kris Oberckal Poems

Drips of time are slowly dripping
An hourglass of mystic water
A tension in the droplets, quite so gripping
A serenade of tune
...

Wishing our souls were free
Like the shadow of a tree
A mere reflection of the sun's existence
Reappear and disappear as pleased
...

Water falling from the heavens
Weakens me and my emotions
It is thudding up against my heart
Turning lakes of ripples, into oceans
...

A silhouette swirling in the silence of the night
under the glistening Moon beyond the whirly clouds
up so high, so high upon the light's presence so shy
where the reality is non existent, up in the dreamy sky
...

We spend our daily lives
ignoring the lifeless figures
inconspicuously passing by
...

The leaves are falling
From trees so high
And tears are crawling
From my eyes as I sigh
...

Its hard to find someone
friend and stranger alike
who you can really talk to
...

Happy, yet I'm weary
from last night's tune and song
yet some were gloom and dreary
as time they dragged along
...

There's anger and there's sadness
tired from all the tears you shed
there is a thin line between sanity and madness
I have all these emotions running through my head
...

Kris Oberckal Biography

Over the past year or so, I have taken a big interest in poetry. Writing poems, and reading famous poets' works has become a hobby of mine. I have taken a lot of inspiration from many well known, and not so well known poets. In particular, I am fascinated by poems that tell a story, and find myself really enjoying thinking up a story and putting it in rhyme! I guess I'm not exactly sure what caused this sudden flare of artistic inspiration, but I remember rhymes and clever word combinations suddenly filling my head and eventually overwhelming me. I began to write on a regular basis, beginning with rather 'dark' and 'evil' themes, such as the Devil and death and other things that can be considered 'dark'. As I progressed however, ideas of things like nature and emotion began filling my 'pile of ideas'. So my short beginner poems gradually turned into long, planned and carefully worded works of art. I am very pleased with my ability as a 'beginner poet' (as I would call myself) since I am aware that I have much to learn about the use of words and the English language in general. I only shared my work with a few close friends so far, but now, I feel that it is time for me to share my talents with others, and embrace either their criticism or praise!)

The Best Poem Of Kris Oberckal

Aqua Daughter

Drips of time are slowly dripping
An hourglass of mystic water
A tension in the droplets, quite so gripping
A serenade of tune
Came from the Mystic Aqua Daughter

Floating in the swaying blue
A laugh of surreal serenity
Vanished into submerged subdue
Into mystic blue infinity

An underwater wasteland
of sights so pleasantly disturbing
and the Aqua Daughter
swiftly into the misty blue, is blurring

Gliding through the dark blue shadow
Unknown dangers dwell beyond
But seldom is the Aqua Daughter
Intimidated and eager to respond

The brightness of a radiant lagoon is seen
The fiery radiance of the sunshine shore
And the Aqua Daughter dashes from under
Blasting through the silky blue
Tiny crystals of sun-filled colors, gracefully galore

Her silver hair with grace had swished
And her emerald eyes had brightened
As a surf of water, upon the shore unleashed,
her reverent beauty, deliriously sanctioned
awe and wonder of her presence

She swayed upon the sun-filled water
In the brightness of the day
And the pale, pink skin of the Aqua Daughter
Glistened and the sun reflected, as she lay

A crimson charm upon her breast
It sparkled upon the beaming sky
With such a treasure she was blessed
A token of the heavens, beyond her heart, so high

She sang in hypnotic trance
A serenade of pure seduction
Her voice was as soft as cotton
To hear it once, was an addiction
A sound of pure serenity, not soon forgotten

A smile of delighted pleasure
As the waves hit of her feet
She lay there on the blue in leisure
As the sun shone in deceit

For it would soon be setting
and the waters shall turn murk
A place not suited for the Aqua Daughter
The misty gales will soon prevail,
and peaceful waves shall go berserk

The Aqua Daughter dives again
Into the blackness of the deeps
Through the blue-black shadows
Her timeless waters, again she seeks

Her emerald eyes now shine in the darkness
Her crimson charm, bound to her breast
But a sad reef upon the water depth
Strikes the maiden in the darkness
And rips the charm off, of her chest

Unnoticed it floats toward the blackness
It shall reside there, forever more
It's Loss, shall cause the Aqua Daughter
A frenzy of despair and madness

She now sways in her timeless waters
Regret is weighing down her soul
Sadness shall not overcome the Aqua Daughter
For the sun will shine again,

In the lagoon she shall lie again
In the radiance of the sky
In that lagoon under the misty glen
where her heart goes up so high

Floating in the swaying blue
A laugh of surreal serenity
Lying in the submerged subdue
In the mystic blue infinity

Drips of time are slowly dripping
A cove of mystic water
Smiling as the waves stroked her presence, never sleeping
A serenade of tune
Came from the Mystic Aqua Daughter

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