A melancholic look is visible but not a melancholic heart.
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I think I am pretty much melancholic.
quote by Juliette Binoche
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Evening Music
Here comes the moment of the shimmering hour
When praise like incense trembles from each leaf.
The evening air is redolent with grief
And waltzes gush with melancholic power.
When praise like incense trembles from each leaf,
Only the notes of violins are sour
And waltzes gush with melancholic power;
The sky is vast with beauty and with grief.
Only the notes of violins are sour;
Each heart avoids its pit of unbelief.
The sky is vast with beauty and with grief;
The sun's blood hazes in a chilly shower.
Each heart avoids its pit of unbelief,
Gathering its flecks of light into a bower;
The sun's blood hazes in a chilly shower -
Only your shining image brings relief!
poem by Martin TURNER
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Madness Infinity
Within the walls of bliss.
Comes a catatonic wave.
Death will not come swift.
Within a melancholic brain.
An opposition to serenity.
Ah, a heart determined coal.
To inflict a lasting misery.
Becomes my everlasting goal.
poem by Aaron Lynn
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Melancholic skies
Skilled at hiding mournful eyes
Cry tears of April.
haiku by Cynthia Buhain-Baello (04 August 2008)
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When humor can be made to alternate with melancholy, one has a success, but when the same things are funny and melancholic at the same time, it's just wonderful.
quote by Francois Truffaut
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Though I am not driver
Though I am not driver
And driver is somebody else
Ask me where to go.
Though this area is
melancholic
Ask me to say a word
that has charming power.
Though you are not
Able to read or write
Ask me to make you
understand who you are.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Even Flowers Sometimes Question of the Existence!
A tiny flower
sings
her melancholic song
and the tree is quiet as usual;
'Why you make me bloom
to the open space
as I have agoraphobia.
If I wither soon
You shouldn't bring me here,
And I go who knows where? '
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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The Heart
Each heart has a somber chamber
where Melancholic days are stored.
Those never to be forgotten
Times baptized with life’s anointing tears.
Passing years of joy and sorrow
Both have found their place in the heart.
Though diametrically opposed
Each holds permanent residence.
When joyful manifestations
Dance to the beat of happiness
Sorrow waits in its sad chamber
For inevitability.
When it arrives joy surrenders
Uncomplaining into limbo.
poem by Albert Ahearn
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A Flower To Auroville Mother-8
Suryakaanti (Sunflower, Helianthus annuus)
You appear to me like a celestial chit
Dropped lost on your dad's solar inspection
When vacillates your heart east to west
Following your dad's path with anticipation
Your blossoms are sunny fanning around
Centered supporting, a disk of seedy thicket
They appear to me like your sticky tears hardened
Of a melancholic squeeze of a sorrowful heart
Dear flower, may I call you the 'Sunflower'
Your semblance as is so of the yellow sun
Your palmy-leafy stand says 'don't worry ever'
For you are for our use on and often
poem by Indira Renganathan
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A Locust and the old flame
He strums his old lute's melancholic whisper and the everlasting song.
Her lustre eyes will never get satisfied
And he cannot leave her in the lurch.
His mysterious entanglement and the lovelorn will be a long lasting Endeavour.
There is any loophole to let go the illusion?
And if not, the non-starter will burn in the sadism it seems.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Singing By Myself (Revised)
A gratifying result combining temperament
chart with personality type - seem to have
been choleric and sanguine before but the
experience of years abated it to tolerance -
a phlegmatic trait; and melancholic - arts
and music are my life
Not sanguine, a cheerful attitude at work
conceals emotions, no choleric desire to take
charge of others, what a relief, it is disastrous
not meeting expectations: at school I played
and sang for mom - singing in choirs is great,
but mingling with others is not;
I love songs but cannot perform on stage;
without mom I am an a-social melancholic;
remaining behind scenes, singing by myself
shocked by paraphrase ignoring rhythm and
sound, only meaning and grammar taken
into consideration -
Ironically music is the love of my life and not
my income source - while translating offers
musical lines of many languages, creating lyrics
for songs I can sing along, keeping my melodic
spirit alive until enjoying the raw delight of
musical poetry…
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Combined temperament chart with personality
type, gratifying result - I seemed choleric and
sanguine before but after years of experience
prove to be tolerant - a phlegmatic trait; and
melancholic - arts and music my life
I'm not sanguine, a cheerful attitude at work
hide my emotion, no choleric desire to take
charge of others - what a relief, life seemed
a disaster not meeting expectations: at
school I played and sang for mom
Singing in choirs is great, but mingling with
others is not; I love songs but cannot per-
form on stage; without mom I am an a-
social melancholic; remaining behind
the scenes, singing by myself
Shocked by translation ignoring rhythm and
sound, only meaning and grammar taken
into account - why should music be the
love of my life - yet cannot be my
source of income - luckily
Translating offers the musical lines of many
languages, creating lyrics for songs, I can
sing along, keep my musical spirit alive
until enjoying the delight
of music in poetry…
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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The Poems Everyday In Your Life
it takes a lot of
frustrations,
a little inspiration
but more
of melancholic
clamor
for someone like
you to write
a poem
sometimes only
once a year
or nothing at all
not a poem
even
when they read it
or when
you read it
yourself
it is a matter
of just
surviving
less the poems
which you
could have
written
everyday in your
life.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Pittoresque
My passion is my art
And my brush is my heart
With it I color my own flame
Beauty, love, my name
With sadness's blue
melancholic hue
Happiness's yellow
A light mellow
A jaded green
Where anger is seen
A shy pink
For love to link
A scarlet red
That envy bled
Into a hint of mauve
Gentle and suave
A touch of auburn
That my soul govern
The vivacious picture
Of my minds frame
The color of my name
My own flame
My passionate heart
The love of art..
poem by Kevin Michael Murphy
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Ode To Smoke
Ahhh you who do not exist,
come so that I may say goodbye to the melancholic smoke of mine,
the cigarette aches from too much smoke,
Only If….
If only you were smoke
I would have kissed you every moment,
you would have been more nearer to me than myself,
you, warm, milky, dense
passing through my mouth, vanishing in my chest…..
poem by Sarang Mangi
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To activate man’s brain
Have a woman to woo
And a child to cuddle.
Fall for some heroine,
Though formidable or forbidden,
To stimulates your sexual thoughts.
Eat enough chocolate.
Avoid the company of melancholic.
Move with the young and women.
Less watching, more doings
Less readings, more writings.
Then your brain will remain active.
14.12.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The Moon And I
I love to walk on a summer night
with the moon above shining bright
with me in a sullen melancholic plight.
The night would be drab
with you out of sight
but I must cast aside
nagging thoughts out of mind
So why must i ponder over yesterday's flight
when here is the moon hunting me with its light?
poem by Elizabeth AcostaKuntz
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Aurora
Like a fairy with flowers in her hair,
I possess sweet remembrance of her.
In the coolness of the September air,
Strains of melancholic chords I do hear,
And though I might not know what,
Yet something may have changed,
For I possess sweet remembrance of her,
And the emblem of her beauty caresses my heart,
Like the fluttering of birds' wings in the cool air.
Yes, like Aurora with flowers in her hair,
I possess sweet remembrance of her,
And her fragrance follows my path.
poem by Enoch John
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Sonnet
Whenever you feel melancholic and low,
Just cut some beautiful dainty flowers,
And add tall stems of lemon green foliage.
Mindfully put them in a clear crystal vase.
With patience see how to bring out the best,
From these gifts of God, in such a way,
That whosoever walks in feels blessed
To see them on the table on display.
Before you know clouds of sorrow depart,
And you wonder why you felt so sad.
All it takes is flowers to feel light hearted,
And you feel joyous and your heart expands.
Doing up flowers is like meditation,
It takes you out of your ruminations.
poem by Mamta Agarwal
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At one with myself
The heavens are distressed this morning,
A thunderous roar erupts piercing the break of dawn,
Rain lashes incessantly against the window pane,
I burrow deeper into myself,
And wrap my proverbial blanket ever closer.
Autumn golds and browns are drowned by winters ire,
Melancholic, reflective murmurings brushed aside,
as yesterday's excesses are washed away,
Baton down the hatches and stop the clocks,
I will never succumb to winters mistress,
The fire burns bright in my heart and I embrace the day ahead.
poem by Simon Thorpe
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We Are Hearts And Hands
Be not annoyed with me,
Those who go asunder
On the winding route
Are in fact alien since beginning.
If it is possible,
Think not of them your own,
And be not melancholic,
O! Friend,
Make not your courage
The dust of their feet.
Be not annoyed with me,
Never lose your valour,
Till breath goes on be optimist,
Leave not the edge of hope,
Tough love is afar yet it is near too.
Rise! Gird up your back,
For I am with you,
We both are hearts,
And hands of each other.
poem by Muhammad Shanazar
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