Best Melancholies Poems

Therein lies your beauty
testify to me no longer
of dandelions and daffodils
of butterflies and bumblebees
do not chant as crows
beyond sight scatter
then gather
in frigid naked trees
diseased with
discord
disaffection
malfeasance.

The recompense for
transgressions
lays waste to beauty’s cache
of finery
of magnificence
of splendor
do not disgorge sorrows
breathlessly
from your heaving chest
that conclave of muted
dreams vague and...

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In my imagination,
My vision encapsulates
Dusk’s parting darkness,
 and silver clouds appearing between,
 dull twinkling stars.
As night melts to early February morn,
the moon lies half hidden in the dormant skies.

As the morning moon shines,
A murder of lies
And a swarm of fleas,
Shadow box with their own reflections
A...

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Freedom life and sacrifice

But tell me what's the ending price?

When most are bound beneath these chains....

And all one sees has gone insane

Shall I entangle, engage within my mind

Mortifieds mortgaged morticious eyes 

Whom wish to cast me under their spells 

Of melancholies projected tears....

While sounding crimsons...

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AUSTERITY ........................16.. 17/4/2012  

Once glacial water clear and true, flowed beyond thoughts far and few.
Bores beneath the inner voices, deft of clue and honest choices.
Green, wild, harsh and rarely tame, nothing ever remains the same.
Constant change and constant station a birthright to a nation.
Careless...

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A virtual reality runs slowly
In my over-trodden heart
No more agonies make me happy now
That I enjoyed in the past.

Like a flock of homecoming birds
Milky melancholies run
Bending downwards droop, stoop and
Get their port at last.

Doleful dismal sadness vast
I have in my wounded heart
Nothing remains
Not even dizziness...

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Freedom life and sacrifice

But tell me what's the ending price?

When most are bound beneath these chains....

And all one sees has gone insane

Shall I entangle, engage within my mind

Mortifieds mortgaged morticious eyes 

Whom wish to cast me under their spells 

Of melancholies projected tears....

While sounding crimsons...

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Lovely dreams; purple caribous and pink giraffes amid marvels placebo cycles....

Twineful fertile world always trying to inject its truisms twinkling 

Twenty milligrams of cloaked melancholy; and misery loves company?!

As gazing into the storefront window at the merry made mannequins

Wearing their mystical montage apparels; with bipolar...

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Bleeding feet,
From treading on the pieces of a broken world
Blistered hands,
From writing and lying to myself it makes things better.
So I have to somersault along the thin rope of sanity,
Glowing neon,
Like a silver cleavage splitting depression into two.
Alone,battling the echoes of battered anvils shattering my...

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I have waited my summons to the eternal silence
Bandied about from mouth to mouth
And barricaded the road to truth and lies
Beneath the cold glare of the desolate night.

Many people have died on this ground
Exquisitely stung by the thought
I sighed deeply, from a kind of mental...

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Primordial apparitions of ancient old cast into revolvings place....

Ageless chained amid perditions repineful matrix; cursed to roam

Once jade becomes the voice of truth wherein colours have washed unto their gray!?

Yet not today, as dreamful wanders aneath the nighttides new made moon ~

Renascence, reborn beyond merely...

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Floating as in a misty gloom,
Peering through the obscurity,
Daunting apparition above me,
Shades do glimmer across heavens.
Disguised from eyes,
By way of the swirls between us,
Summer crescent cries out.
Shining upon the misty dew,
Glistening upon its purity,
I am here; listen to hear.
My words from ancient times,
Through creation, I...

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When I opened the gate of forgiveness with the calm longing of serene nights,
I truly believed that the bolt of pain was forever sealed.
But this is a hidden song that ceaselessly pours pearl upon the wound,
A muted music, an echo of the old beats, that...

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Here's 8 things you need so you don't waste the hours you have every 24
1. Success is as quiet as discipline unseen, wins never scream, and when they do it comes from the mud of humility 
2. Dirt scares the minds of the self-righteous pretending...

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Black and grey—
half-dead, half-forgotten,
etched in silence, waiting.

Thou to draw, thou to withdraw,
tracing echoes, tracing the traces,
cursed yet, blessed.

Now, I sit, tracing
the scars of the ruby,
fingers brushing against old omens
in the reflection’s cold embrace.

(I know the echoes all too well—
for I am the one who breathes...

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In the heart of the night, next to the unmoved clock,
She lies, with the pillow—a saline lake of pagan scents,
Mourning something that was never spoken.
Prisoner in the castle of shadows, where darkness
Bearer of chaos, stretches its crowns thinking of madness.
In the veil of silence where...

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