#melancholic poems on Hello Poetry

Ben Buckley Jul 2016

A busker played a song which reminded me of you
and as I turned to see
the world metamorphosed into a canvas
washed with
dull greys and silhouettes,
inviting me to paint on it my nostalgia.
Melancholy surges, and I fill my head
with images of coffee jars filled with your name.
I chalk you onto my Christmas list, and let my eyes swim in their sockets.
My favourite sport is playing with the thought of having you again.

Five minutes might change everything.

I'm not sure what this poem resembles, but that's the beauty of it. Read between the lines and you will find empty space. There's nothing to it.

#sad #melancholic #life #not #time #but #five #minutes

Gregory Paul Dancer Jun 2016

Eye light candles

Eye light candles,
twisted winking at
whirlpool water walls.
Cracked note sound saliva ,
arrives late in the day.
While the eye light candles'
wax melts to tears.

Free-floating mouths
switch on insincere smiles.
With micro-tonal sneers that
flex in a wind
of pointless perpetuity.

The smile's
smile their smiles.
The eye light candle's
wax tears fall to fate.
A sun wakes and exhales
light; but it's far too late.

#poetry #melancholic #sadness #melancholia #play #verse #surreal #nonsense #spite #contempt

Ignatius Hosiana Jun 2016

Behind The Curtains

I had a billion words to say
a billion emotions to express
a billion burdens to dump
a billion manacles to unchain
uncountable encounters with pain
I had a gruesome past to escape
the taunting memories it brought
So one day I caught chalk & wrote.
& that became my very first poem
a billion happy sad stories to tell
tales of how I've been through hell
scary nightmares to overcome
& someone in the wait to become
so I held on the rope of my talent
and I started to rhyme, with time
some people claimed I'm a poet
I had nothing to tell them I was
So I became what they saw
but deep within I'm just
the troubled soul and
a combat fighting wars...
battling a madness
and this is just
my dose...deep
within I'm still
who I was.

#heartbreak #truth #broken #melancholic #stress #despair #healing

Ignatius Hosiana Jun 2016

SaD

it's sadness that
drives me mad
the madness that
makes me sad
it's a sadness tears
can't explain
the sadness which as
a scar will also pain
it's one words can't
put into context
I just gotta live
under the pretext
of hope of the end
yet it's one
which never
ends...

#love #heartbreak #sad #melancholic #hate #fate #despondent

Gregory Paul Dancer Jun 2016

Cafeway

Watching the motorway
from the cafe'.
resting my feet of clay.
Under a sky of clouds,
that some may say,
have silver linings.
But all I can see is the grey.

#sad #melancholic #thoughtful #romantic #reflective #sketch

Kiara S Washington May 2016

The Silent Scream

Echo of a silent scream
a melancholic scream
a scream no one can hear
but the silence itself
and those lost within the silence

a silent scream
licking at your skin
in a soft breeze as it echoes
origin of the silent scream
no one knows

a silent scream of mercy, perhaps
graceful yet dreadful
it drifts along cold sea shores
under the light of the moonlight
through the ancient mystical forests

unheard by trapped minds
yet heard by those lost within the silence
heard by the ones set free
drifting as if they were this silent scream

#sad #melancholic #silent #mind #scream #grace #emotion #dread #forest #expressive

rattletaptap Apr 2016

Majestic Thorn

Leaves twist to my flute's tune.
Gentle waves of breeze hit my cheeks
as I sit on damp grass--its smell fills me.

Grey clouds, perched atop
rocky mountain peaks, bid the sky goodbye,
yet the sun has not yet come around.

Fearless, yet with caution,
a deer sips from the lake's crystal clear water.
Turns to me with sullen eyes;
tears dripping down its cheeks like rain.

My heart throbs as it sits next to me.
It, too, watches the lake with a dreary soul.
A distant waterfall murmurs whispers of hope for us both
as we await the sun's faraway arrival.

#sad #melancholic #nature #animals

Ignatius Hosiana Apr 2016

Baby

I
have
tried
to
have
fun...
but
no
fun
can
have
me
like
you
do

#love #heartbreak #melancholic #longdistance #lonesome #pickupline

ᗺᗷ Dec 2013

Soft Cracks

I used to know every soft crack in her hand
and how I loved coating each one
with the skin from mine.
I would rest on her warmth
and think about how I never wanted to leave that vacation.

As the suns turned to moons, summer turned to winter
and winter couldn’t look back.

It dried her skin and calloused mine.
I would reach for her hand but
it gripped like a stranger with a hidden agenda.

Winter eventually turned back to summer but
summer was someone else.

I’m with a new hand now
who’s soft cracks attempt to fill my gaps. But
instead of giving her my skin,
I leave sand in between us
from last year’s vacation I never wanted to leave.

#love #sad #melancholic #breakup #seasons #missing #simple #vacation #notoveryou