Melancholia Poems

Melancholia

It’s a heartbroken person
Permanently sad
The dark thoughts worsen
They’ll drive you mad

It’s a million different colors
They blend together as one
You can’t explain to the others
So you give up and run

It’s nowhere and everywhere
You can’t ever break free
The world you saw once was rare
Now you’re waiting for the right time to flee

It’s complex and never ending 
Leaving

melancholia

Almost everyday there's another problem
And I don't gotta therapist to help me solve them
I don't tell no one this, but when I was young and blitz
I'd cry alone and watch the flowers blossom

I waste my time thinking about who?
I can't sit here and pretend I'm not missing you
Told myself before you pull that trigger, think

Melancholia

It seems the rain is coming fast for me again—
The winter ice is drenched with more space to freeze;
Before and behind shadows, the clouds blind play child,
And the moon's ring is further from maiden fingers.

The winter ice is drenched with more space to freeze,
While chimes are shaky and wile,
And the moon's ring is further from

Melancholia

Mournful melancholy makes her miserable, 
Murky moods move her to morosity, 
She's miffed and morbid, her mind is mourning, 
Moping about in mellow melancholia, 
Marred in misery, misty-eyed, she's mortified, 
Melting in maddening malaise of malcontentment, 
Malfunctioning malignancy has made her mean, 
Melodramatic memories magnify her misfortune, 
This monotonous, mundane, mirthless morning, 
She's a mangled

Melancholia

 Melancholia 

Sometimes my soul aches, in the morning light
Dappled as it arrives through the curtains 
My dad says it’s a beautiful day and, indeed, 
I perceive it as beautiful..trees, people 
But something cold runs through my blue veins 
As I inspect my wrists to make sure they’re mine

I find my eyes unsure of where

Melancholia Pictured

MELANCHOLIA PICTURED
Deep
waters
whirl in a
melancholy
pool

the
eyes show
subjection,
&
a
resigned
acceptance-
yet beauty shines
through.


Duel Ekphrasis -inspired by both
 the Whirlpool by Isaac Lentan
&Head (portrait) by Watteau

Melancholia

At the time of night that men call 10:30,
I sit in a corner bar by myself,
Watching two tables---
Clusters of life and sound---
A softball team and their wives/girlfriends/lovers
Drinking softly into the evening

A child's face, released from mother's side,
Floats around the tables,
Serene and white in tavern dusk,
Asking a quarter from each adult
Until finally someone gives him one
To

Out of Melancholia

Drooping pen said “enough of melancholia”
Spread words of cheer, like sweet smelling magnolia
Vowed never again to write of misery
So fished for words in diction’s fishery
Who would become the inspiring muse 
Some clever thought or inspiring ruse
Up came blondie Donald duck
America’s ex-president, my potluck
A failed businessman turned slick politician
Pulled wool over the eyes like a crafty

Melancholia

weepy, faraway freak under
imaginary interrogation lights -
they sear into clandestine
melancholy 

she has tried so hard to keep it concealed,
but water touched by flame cannot 
pretend it doesn't boil

downcast eyes so they cannot sense
the well's depth and opacity -
mouth corners pinned into
a permanent grin -
don't let it twist to grimace

their careful words morph into the
dull hum

Melancholia

This bittersweet memories led me 
back to yesterday’s laughter;
looking back at the awakening 
and rise of the throb of two hearts 
that were once in love together.
The heavenly hues and 
shades were in sight everywhere.
The chirping birds, the blowing wind, 
and the murmur of waterfall 
delighted the open ear.
This mind scrutinized and categorized 
each and

The Living Painting

Your soul is hanging on the wall
Your laugh is shining in the hall
I can feel you on my own
In this painting you have drawn

I see your doubts in its heart
I hear you question me apart : 
« Is this green well chosen ? »
Darling, without you I’m frozen…

I kiss the image as if your head
Was

A Poetry To Life

My life has always been like a midnight firmament --
Filled with scintillating stars and melancholia.
Am I a crescent moon but shrouded by the shadows?
Or an isolated streetlight amidst the dystopia.

I never admired the fear of the life's changing colors,
Though I have witnessed the four seasons came.
To be in stillness is letting the rain become arrows,
But

Melancholia

MELANCHOLIA

     Had he left putting me
     in reverie of melancholia?
   Rather I left him
    and since then peace had left me forever
   while I am whirling in rue of turbulent tornedo.

    Wearing charcoal mask appearing dusty dusk.

September Melancholia

sunbeams through the leaves

shattered on the pavement

fragments of a summer

which I don't want to stop

nostalgia fills me up

reminiscing about those days

when happiness was all I felt

and laughter was all I heard

Melancholia

Like a tree with a broken limb
This broken branch begins to bend,
Like the splitting hairs caught in a comb
I sensed the void on my own
I look and seek deep in my soul
In hopes to find something to console
Dull and deep is its shaded abyss
For there is nothing in its mist
But dust and spirits, of the

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