Short Melancholic Poems
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I'm sunbird of the sketched skyline,
Soaring across soft sheaths
Of ebony moonflowers,
Inhaling gossamer death, tonight.
I saw him from a distance,
Melancholic little soul,
Sad petit cute face,
Lost soulful dog,
With eyes so ephemeral so real.
Melancholic skies
Skilled at hiding mournful eyes
Cry tears of April.
All rights reserved ~~~Cynthia Buhain-Baello~~~08.04.08
from desperation's clutches we rose
like a phoenix on blessed wing
free from restless melancholic woes
with clarity our passions sing
Christoher Radlund an anglophile
loved 'Winnie the Pooh' for a while
Pantngs with a melancholic emphasis
collaborated upon their ekphrasis
Nature has put on her fllamboyant
dress of white and pink flowers
that spread a delicate scent
to liven up melancholic eyes.
Written in 7/15/2016
Effortless and fair elections
Freedom of speech and after speech
Absent of melancholic on our faces
Our lives larger than live itself
Every Nigerian life count
Wildlife 12
Larry the lamb loved to frolic,
While the others were quite melancholic,
He would stagger and amble,
Then leap up and gambol,
Like a totally smashed alcoholic!
Gloom
melancholic, mournful
lamenting, doubting, hindering
rigidity, shadow, serenity, rainbow
laughing, delighting, heartening
jubilant, joyful
Glee
melancholic sight
lonesome half-moon wears a frown ~
up in July sky
The Sky In July Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Andrea Dietrich
Date written: 07072022
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.
Tell Heaven all angels should have harps,
with which their melancholic voices can resound.
As they sit there in Paradise,
admiring the view whilst enjoying perfection
and idilic after-life.
broken twigs of passion
melancholic summer
we spread under
coconut palms
whispering
cotton caress
nipples like grapes
black currents
smell of the lake
turgid stems opening
regiments of love
Form:
At the corner of my eyes,
Tears subside, left from the high,
Fueled by melancholic memories;
No time for goodbyes,
Likewise---forever they lie,
For the final rite, let me bury.
edited-12/4/2019
The heart in wonder wanders past the day of light
clinging to the moon she harvests her own bright
and as the melancholic trees wave fast goodbyes
the soul accepts dismantles as evenly, she sighs.
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?
A melancholic longing for times gone
A resounding echo that is calling
A mirage of the desert
That eludes the riders of the caravan
And excites the loner like an oasis in wilderness
A piano is heard in the hall
With melancholic notes that sound
As a farewell to two souls
That decided to take
Different paths when
Realized that
Fantasy
Was the
Rule
Nayda Ivette
1-3-2016
The melancholic frown hides under his beautiful smiles
Beneath his happy laughter lies a crytic crying
In his eyes, the dancing stars covers the tears that rained
His gloomy skies to shield, a joyous mask he wore
The sky is cloudy
Melancholic rose the sun
Ecstatic flowers!*
© Demetrios Trifiatis
07 July 2018
* Even when situations appear not to be favorable -
Heaven finds a way to send its blessings.
ART VALUES
thoughts
submerging
to
settle
appearances
growing
intertwined
with
illustrated
relationships
passionate
longings
in
the
intense
personal
melancholic
obsessions
displayed
With an eye as bright
Spills o'er with delight
Child's general, greeting day
Joy-wept, dear, now you.
Up out a heart chilled
Melancholic filled
Years, sleet-like, world, whose lone gaze
Less pleased then dropped through.
My heart jumped out of my chest
It skipped and ran towards you
It started beating faster
It started smiling more
Until my heart stopped running
My heart got melancholic
Then it stopped moving
My heart has never moved again
As words begin to rain,
my sleep's in ruin.
my cries reach none,
In my darkest hour,
when I am the only one.
I reek of misery,
as I drown in my melancholic song.
Ineffable is my sadness,
yet I somehow manage a Chaplin's laugh.
Wondered sky tied up
the death at last,
the murmur of rain has stopped
and dim light of a melancholic star
touched me and became gradually monotonous with sadness.
The unfinished poem therefore melts in the dew
and covered the horizon.