Melancholy Poems - Poems about Melancholy

Inspired by Shakespear quote “Now is the winter of our discontent” (Richard III, Act 1, Scene 1) Your face in the polar wind glinted with the hues of sparkling snow, emitting the enthralling aura of love, I saw painted on your floral face of splendor, the petals unfurling the finesse of charisma in the cryptic contours...

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The spices release their scent to ease my heart, numb ~ yet tracing glasses brimming with tears, aching for a touch of chamomile wisps, beneath a sky that reeks of regrets and words unspoken ~ too afraid to rephrase, like smoke incensed with sulfur, like blue cheese and old pickles, tickling the curves of this melanin...

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Is it me? Is it real? The feelings that I feel… never seem to match the world around me. What if I’m lost in time, wrapped up in some sublime cosmic poet’s next attempt at melancholy? I don’t ever feel at home, most times would rather be alone. I’m broken, yeah I know cuz I don’t change things. Maybe I’m just out...

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Melancholy is a weird word Sounds like merriment, which is absurd The word miscellaneous is crazy too Sounds like a snake that overgrew Words have meanings on pronunciation Some never share a celebration I take some words and kick them up and down They jiggle and joggle, but rarely frown...

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Sometimes nights lasts longer, Heart's pacemaker goes on pause Time and distance freezes loving hearts An ever igniting melancholy, Devoid of true happiness and loves' passion The joy of finding you after so long, Faithfulness and communication unyielding, A Valentine's delight Eyes locked in gaze, doubtfull sorrow takes flight Memories emerging like eleeeh's melodies Our Valentine's Day to...

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Melancholy he had been feeling miserable for weeks, his fiancé had left him and taken their dogs along she went home to live with her elderly father every day was a bother, going to town to open the café, serving kids burgers and coke until five o’clock, cleaning the place as he had no staff...

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Zaila. Can’t make a Nickname out of that, But oh you can, Super-Z, you ‘member that. I rather not, There isn’t much to remember, I didn’t live much. Oh, but that coffee table, Mhm, yeah, I know the one, The one I’d play dolls under with my cousin, With Barbies too big to fit in my toy car, Then you remember how dark It’d get in...

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A breeze did slide in under eaves and stirred inside the air that grieves, my children grown my dreams have flown, alone I sit my rocking throne. My chair in front of window bare, I look… but husband’s soul elsewhere. Beneath my feet the floorboards moan, alone I sit my rocking throne. Each day I rock the same tic tock and change not...

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I can feel the gentle push A yellow hue claims the blue And I’m looking directly at you At the end of April Sunlight streaks down my neck like bugs As they crawl to my back Sifting their juices on my pale skin Turning me red with embarrassment It hurts when you touch me I can see the pain It leaves a mark...

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Under the leaden sky, the rain drips its melancholy in the rhythm of cold tears, On my stained oak coffin, the tattered shirt absorbs the crimson hues, Where the earth churns in the silence of my ears, Worms make their home in the flesh of thighs, devoured by hungry beetles, My spirit floats above this silent nightmare scene, The shattered...

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Sparks dwindled too soon, Leaving behind dark ashes, And silence that burns....

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Oh! How I despise dawn’s blushing optimism and dried hydrangea blooms sepia skinned and papery thin. Humdrum hands beat doldrums drum. Why won’t the summer solstice light this darkness? A gnawing hollow where my heart should be. Where cinder clouds float in negative space memories collect like nesting sparrows beneath eaves. I stray, a waif lost with my armful of loss. Your death...

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How can you say that your dreams, Weaved into an atrocious scarf, Is not the one you fathomed, But at least keeps you warm? Why do you feel so lonely, Never could feel that emotion before, When dusk falls, streetlights shimmer, And music starts to play? Where do you go to hide, From glares and unsolicited advices, That keep hitting you like missiles, But never...

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Apricity golden, burnished smiling, sunning, tanning Sauna, Humidity, Fever, Mirage fleeting, dissipating, darkening frozen,...

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November, month of bohemian melancholy, when leaves fall like rose petals On empty boulevards, and the wind carries the scent of nostalgia, Some memories settle like a veil on the keys of a forgotten piano, Others linger, vibrating in the air like an evening waltz of shadows. You, pillar of illusions and unrestrained dreams, bear burdens with an ironic...

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