Melancholic Poems - Poems about Melancholic

Through the rain that sings melancholic melodies, coal clouds weave their dark dreams, I pray to reach a realm where eagles lift the skies with wings of gold, to free myself from the shadows of preachers who spread dogmas in the night, to rise above the Himalayan cliffs, covered by eternal snows, far from the soul thieves who prey...

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The lighthouse hums beneath a ghostly sky, fog bruises the restless sea's breath, no ships will come tonight....

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The alley shivers under broken light, puddles cradle forgotten stars, midnight forgets to weep....

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Look at Me I don't feel sick, Yet something inside is twisted Not in body, but in the sap that shivers within. Are these petals not what you envisioned? Look at me. What did I do wrong? I sing the songs you taught me, My voice trembling a whisper against the wind Does its fragile tune echo your hidden sorrow? I grew as you...

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Is my sorrow real? Were we doomed… I’ll be damned if the questioning is my devotion. Though I never deviated, love only takes one of us. Love or lust… laughter, lies we shared Was I wrong?...

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Through all the years of these elemental seasons changing, I've thought about all of the reasons why life can be depressing, As well as why all these memories trespass my every feeling....

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Deep inside a wounded soul Lies the nostalgic and weird hall Some thoughts run wild Ghosts of memories never died. I'm so tired and weak One moment- trails are waiting for me One moment- free from every pain O mother! Buy me candies again I want to go back to my happy days Where I could laugh and play. Today, I'm standing at the...

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In the melancholic mist of my memories, where thoughts intertwine like vines on the ruined walls, I see her, a fragile yet powerful silhouette, with almost translucent eyes, always fixed upon the horizon. You think you know her from a single glance, believe you’ve deciphered her mystery, but everything you think you know is wrong. In her, passion flows like a...

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In the melancholic hour of introspection, where twilight paints the sky with sadness, Religious souls often walk, hand in hand with righteousness, Forsaking the tender embrace of compassion for the cold certainty of being right, Clinging to a fragile mantle woven from threads of egotism, As if their faith could ennoble their identity with divine approval. In the sacred sanctuary...

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Fragile fragments lachrymose, sanctified sapphire rivulets, lamentable malevolence of my fetters, is there a sanctuary from this tableau to which I am shackled as you cascade down the window pane? Exorcise this spectral phantom hovering above, sinful contemplations of sanguine deluge, absolve my torment, unleash the tempest with the rain upon my silhouette. Is this my preordained...

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In the melancholic depths of my heart, I harbor a secret, A syllabic enchantment, sweet as a Shakespearean sonnet; A secret so delicate, if revealed, it would melt you, Its sweetness would seep into you, its pulsating passions Would make you dream and leave you yearning, with lips bitten by desire. Within my heart, I conceal a secret of grandeur, As...

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Lost in the melancholic embrace of twilight, I found myself anew, a soul drifting on the winds of fate, Created to belong to that solitary spirit For whom my heart would beat, rhythmic and thirsty. Since the dawn of time, I have reveled In this state of being a slave to Love! Love demands patience, patience, renouncing my throne, And baring my...

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Under twilight skies, veiled in melancholic shadows and silent steps, The silent tragedy of creative destinies unfolds, For only from the sacred depths of each unique soul Can new, mysterious meanings arise, infused with the force of fertile life. Yet man, the last to believe in his right to sculpt Unique significances, loses himself in the crowd, not seeking the...

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Under the mantle of night, a deep and melancholic murmur, The calling of a sacred land, an echo from the depths of the soul, People, understand, uncover plans cloaked in darkness, Every word is a shiver of protest, a magic of unspoken truths, Our land, with deep-rooted bonds, untainted and heartfelt farewell. When the stars shine over the proud and...

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Beneath the canvas of the sky unraveling into melancholic twilight, There stretches a silent expanse that separates us, It swells with each orphaned beat of time, Filling with quicksilver, with murmurs of suspicion under a pallid moon. Through unseen veils, I feel the coolness of the evening - a caress gone astray; Yet, your face, once reflected in the depths...

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