Melancholy Poem Novels & Stories

Amazing. I felt small as I always do, but it wasn't exactly a bad feeling. Small as in part of a greater mechanism. As in amazed by the sky. My heart squeezed the more I look and this feeling settled there spread soaking everything quickly. Melancholy very present now. 'And now the day bleeds into nightfall, and you're not here, to get me through it all-' "You're humming that stupid song again."

Remember I'm right here in your heart~ Forever~ The words belted from me in as everywhere heard me. They all had their attention on me. By the end of the poem, I was struggling to stay upright. The strength in my legs was failing me and I wanted to collapse onto the muddied ground. The cold was seeping through underneath my skin and making a permanent home for itself within me. I would probably let it. Somewhere beyond the graves, a low sound rolled through the storm, so faint I almost mistook it for thunder.

I break myself, With words, thoughts, From my own mind. Everything I ran away from, I became. Everything I tried not to be, Everything I walked away from, I see them now. Taunting me, laughing at me, For my darkness was my fault, No other's. So, when I love, it's living death. I walk alone in this path, I made darkness my creed, Formed depression, With hands of flawless poetry. I created my demons, Now I'm haunted by them. Everything I am,

after everything I went through, still just insults I did my study on those creatures for years, and I can still remember some of my favourite poetry and poems I read as a kid A Last Word by Ernest Dowson Let us go hence: the night is now at hand; The day is overworn, the birds all flown; And we have reaped the crops the gods have sown; Despair and death; deep darkness o'er the land, Broods like an owl; we cannot understand Laughter or tears, for we have only known Surpassing vanity: vain things alone Have driven our perverse and aimless band. Let us go hence, somewhither strange and cold, To Hollow Lands where just men and unjust Find end of labour, where's rest for the old, Freedom to all

Vincent's poem thus; When I too long have looked upon your face, Wherein for me a brightness unobscured Save by the mists of brightness has its place, And terrible beauty not to be endured, I turn away reluctant from your light, And stand irresolute, a mind undone, A silly, dazzled thing deprived of sight From having looked too long upon the sun. Then is my daily life a narrow room In which a little while, uncertainly, Surrounded by impenetrable gloom, Among familiar things grown strange to me Making my way, I pause, and feel, and hark, Till I become accustomed to the dark. I could no longer fight this battle with myself and Jeffrey.

she cried I couldn't say anything, I wanted to call her out so much, watching her look for me so helplessly breaks my heart. I wore a smile on my face, I can't believe she just did that, she's one heck of a woman, that's my young lady. I black out. Peace My Heart by Rabindranath Tagore Peace, my heart, let the time for the parting be sweet. Let it not be a death but completeness. Let love melt into memory and pain into songs.

The crumble sound from the teardrops weren't able to hide the bitterness of the footsteps from the lonely soul—thy dress in pure white. I fathomed that every footsteps were concealed with deep meaning. She was walking and walking...and walking that I could memorized her figure from her long sunrise hair, dancing along with the unsteady wind so as the wavering dry leaves were wandering in the void space. Melancholy and a fainted pictures appeared before my eyes, memories that I didn't want to go back yet I didn't want to forget.

I missed him so much that it hurt like hell to think I'll never hold him in my arms again. The sound of thunder shattered the silence inside the cemetery. My sentiments were cut short, and I looked up to discover the bright sun had retreated to its hiding place, breaking its promise of a beautiful day ahead. Heavy clouds were slowly making their way to the horizon, tainting the pristine blue sky with gloomy gray. It's going to rain soon, I thought to myself, feeling an even deeper sense of melancholy, and yet I made no move to walk away and escape the rain before it fell. It felt like my strength was temporarily sucked away from my body.

They sang of the fallen warrior, relishing in the pain of his loss, but also of the ones they hadn't found, the ones who were lost or missing. *You take your sweet little time cause it's all you've got,A darker day, a total eclipse, Snow falls on a borderline crime yet it's somehow not ,A plea of mercy lingers on these frozen lips,Why can't you just let me in and be?Poseidon sends his waves to drag me far out to sea* *If you could only see the beast you've made of me I held it in but now it seems you've set it running free Screaming in the dark, I howl when we're apart Drag my teeth across your chest to taste your beating heart*

I said quietly, placing my head on his chest. "I am ready. I am. Come on. They are just over there." His voice was breaking but he was still struggling to pull it together. I retrieved the flowers from the floor. It was like a whirlpool of melancholy. There was a coldness that was associated with these surroundings. A coldness that made me feel so hollow. I was wearing a few thousand dollar coat, yet I could still feel the chilly air dancing on my skin, freezing me on the inside. The atmosphere was gloomy and morose. It left a dull, lingering ache somewhere in me that I couldn't place and I could feel the part of me that was alive grow dimmer as we approached their headstones.