Best Melancholic Poems

In the middle of winter
within misty moors,
lies a melancholic meadow.

Up above grey skies foretell
perturbed crows to seek shelter.
Down below, 
an isolated tree - naked and fatigued;
Listens in silence.
Her soul is wounded,
but you do not see her blood.

Defiant against dysfunctional adversity,
her roots are stronger than an...

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Surrounded by strange blank faces, 
pianist plays a medley of melancholic melodies,
magnifying our sorrows, as we close our eyes.

Just one more, before I leave,
yet I wonder, should we stay or should we go,
for the heart has no desire for trodden paths.

Those who claim to care,...

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Awakened from a mid-sleep tingle
of the wind ,your absent body drifts
gently like a  formless  cloud into
night’s minutes:  a holy air which
smells of  musk, weaving through
a quiet stillness of tender love’s fervor.
Just there, graced calm lingers mildly in our
own space:  this...

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A disease intrinsic and quiet
infesting a soul which submissively accepts
presenting self inflicting suffering
to the body which covers it.

The record keeper of happiness
loses his work from gross idleness.
The fuel of laughter
even with words and lines so sophisticated
making the inanimate change state
cannot drag a drop of smile
from...

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A melancholic trance,
For the sick lovers' dance,
As they laugh at the pain and the madness array,
Alive through the fire and the ice deep inside them,
A waltz like no other, sombre tone spits like colour,

Giddy from the bliss, their anguish is amiss as they
Parade in the...

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memories unfurling
on the shores of time
calligraphy strokes
tracing wild whimsies
of my yearning heart
curling frayed remnants
between the fingers of
forgetfulness forlorn
both glass slippers
vanished in the night 
love notes scattering
to feral autumn winds



AP:  Honorable Mention 2020

Submitted on August 29, 2020 for contest SOUL SLIPPER sponsored by KAI MICHAEL...

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Tracing back…
that is what I am doing now,
just tracing back
along this woodland path,
in an attempt to grasp remnants
of a time 
when I felt so alive, yet dying.

Thoughts and memories,
they fall  like these leaves,
a melange of confusion, beauty and frailty

Swept away by the wind, scattered
or...

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Drawn to his whistling we’d skip along that path,
Locked onto the shed’s old wireless; tinny and taught with his tune,
Dust waiting for our arrival by the door, yet 
Now you wouldn’t even know it was there.
The path, long ago an entry point of dreams, no...

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Issued paper fibers mirror those of the straw bale,
The waters of the great canal through the morning sail.

In spite Venezia was tied, the chairlift was jostling,
Twisting its way through the small calli in haze whiting. 

It's safe to say man has a qualm, despite his...

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Poe’s Hourglass: A Melancholic Decree

Once upon a midnight dreary,
As sands slip through life’s hourglass, eerie,
I pondered upon my penitent past,
And the regrets that will forever last.

Time, that wicked thief, has stolen away,
Leaving behind fragments of my yesterday.
Each grain, a specter, fell with a sigh,
A haunting...

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Why is thy doth of perfectionism?
Melancholic's bore her not
Emeralds, sapphires, diamonds in a row
In April prime, lives her through
Her amulet sparkled like Indian's birthstone
To the glory of her, her alone
She's demure sometimes arduous
You cannnot fetter her like chain of Troy's barbaric men
By Helen's cry and...

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Its inner self, deep dark hole of a maze, 
Sad stretch of dire and apathetic doom, 
Exacerbated when outlasts a phase, 
Giving the tunnel end’s lighting no room.

The steel shackles along its iron grip 
Without a shame restraint the weary mind, 
Stricken under merciless lashing...

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CHRONIC MELANCHOLIC-IAN MUNYWE
You are a chronic melancholic,
critics` labels are emphatic.
Allegations rooted in phonetics,
assertions cemented in logic.
They often spark thoughts,
Am I a chronic melancholic?
With objective prejudice they device,
means ways methods of advice.
We must save this sinking case,
lest in society we lose our place.
To obfuscate truth to...

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I'm sunbird of the sketched skyline, 
Soaring across soft sheaths 
Of ebony moonflowers, 
Inhaling gossamer death, tonight....

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Let the miserable be
They are humble as a tree
Leave them alone, set them free
From the hope we ever see

Let the dejected take a bow
They often just don’t know how
To hear the music in God’s wow
Coloring dreams only hope will allow

Let the gloomy find their doubt
They...

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