Melancholia Poems - Poems about 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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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. ...

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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...

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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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