Best Melancholic Poetry Quotes | Short & Famous Sayings

“Whatever I take from you, Trust me, it is not enough To build me back up. I stare into walls you build For hours on end, Just to reflect myself in cracks. A home built without love.”

Poetry Heartbreak Lost Love Romanticism Dark Academia Contemporary Poetry Melancholic Poetry Ethereal Solitude Introspective Poetry Emotional Poetry

Book:The Willow Song

Source: The Willow Song

“Tears Above a Keyboard The words you built inside a mind One day destroyed you. You became a single tear Without the memory.”

Poetry Heartbreak Romanticism Dark Academia Contemporary Poetry Literary Poetry Melancholic Poetry Ethereal Solitude Introspective Poetry Memory And Loss

Book:The Willow Song

Source: The Willow Song

“The Ghosts We Leave Behind When I meet you again, I will walk past you; Leaving the ghost behind That haunted me for years. I will walk fast and steady, Not looking back. May I think about today Or tomorrow? — Nobody knows.”

Poetry Moving On Lost Love Romanticism Dark Academia Contemporary Poetry Nostalgia Quotes Literary Poetry Melancholic Poetry Ethereal Solitude

Book:The Willow Song

Source: The Willow Song

“I Want… I want to inhale life, Not just exhale it. I want to feel alive, Not just go on living. I want to exist, Not just fade away.”

Poetry Longing Self Discovery Romanticism Contemporary Poetry Literary Poetry Melancholic Poetry Existential Poetry Introspective Poetry The Willow Song

Book:The Willow Song

Source: The Willow Song

“A HOTEL ROOM IN PARIS #31 At the bottom of the lonely window, The sky looks almost velvety lilac. While at the top, the window frame Seems to drown in front of an ocean of blue satin. White window frames in uneven walls Cast no shadow, so the light projects the soul of each traveller instead. So I sit here in silence, filtering out the noise That the boulevards inhabit and sing each day. Only the music I keep in my room, the silent solitude each one carries; Carries far and – may I hope – home soon.”

Poetry Solitude Paris Literary Fiction Romanticism Dark Academia Contemporary Poetry Melancholic Poetry Ethereal Solitude Travel Poetry

Book:The Willow Song

Source: The Willow Song

“The City That Holds Me The sidewalks I stumble on more than once Make me feel like I am walking home. The place cold enough to die for, Yet I walk towards the next day without freezing. The river that drowns my words, As I wander its same stretch, up and down. My chapels know my favourite corners, Where I light my candles each good Sunday.”

Poetry Nostalgia Romanticism Dark Academia Contemporary Poetry Literary Poetry Melancholic Poetry Ethereal Solitude Poetic Imagery Urban Poetry

Book:The Willow Song

Source: The Willow Song

“Pothole in the Sky My veins ground too deep to become a statue, And the flight is delayed too late— So I take off again. I take off without the vein of the city That lifts me to heaven with a million lights And a few streets in between. The darkness blooms like a desert, And in my aeroplane, I become a small flower, Travelling too far and without sight. Clouds outside windows become a stair frame, And the dark blue of mornings drifts by, While I dream of Paris and every thought That drifted by.”

Poetry Nostalgia Romanticism Dark Academia Contemporary Poetry Literary Poetry Melancholic Poetry Ethereal Solitude Poetic Imagery Travel Poetry

Book:The Willow Song

Source: The Willow Song

“The collar sleeve I hold up to wish you farewell The scars on each shirt that share a needle Becomes a sea of white in between stitches.”

Poetry Nostalgia Romanticism Dark Academia Contemporary Poetry Literary Poetry Melancholic Poetry Ethereal Solitude Symbolic Poetry Farewell Poetry

Book:The Willow Song

Source: The Willow Song

“A Laptop in One Room The corners I turned became a city, While remembering the sidewalks. Each street I crossed turned into art, For poets past than turned lines upside down. Horizons in blue and grey Became a shallow water's sight.”

Poetry Nostalgia Romanticism Dark Academia Contemporary Poetry Literary Poetry Melancholic Poetry Ethereal Solitude Poetic Imagery Urban Poetry

Book:The Willow Song

Source: The Willow Song

“Ireland The land is scarred by hills and roads of foreign. Ways lead to false capitals and answered calls of long-ago wars.”

Poetry Nostalgia Ireland Dark Academia Contemporary Poetry Literary Poetry Melancholic Poetry Introspective Poetry The Willow Song Historical Poetry

Book:The Willow Song

Source: The Willow Song

“White blossoms on cold sheets; Roses outside the garden's wall. Falling feels easier than growing Once you've reached each peak.”

Poetry Romanticism Dark Academia Contemporary Poetry Fleeting Moments Nature Poetry Literary Poetry Melancholic Poetry Ethereal Solitude Symbolic Poetry

Book:The Willow Song

Source: The Willow Song

“Paris The Seine dresses in light black, Mimicking the dark grey of the sky, And so, I drown my ink into it. Each poem becomes art, Reflecting and dancing Around my hands with care. The notes the river shares Become a painting that inspires All the great artists housed in its museums. Still, I vow and pray by its sight — Yet I dare not claim to be an artist As great as the one in sight. In Paris.”

Poetry Paris Romanticism Dark Academia Contemporary Poetry Artistic Inspiration Literary Poetry Melancholic Poetry Ethereal Solitude Poetic Imagery

Book:The Willow Song

Source: The Willow Song

“Parisian Endings Endings share a bond between right and wrong, Upon every poet who dares to cross a line. The Parisian sky glows light with blue and orange, Each hill a line of fortune, unique to every soul. Words cross the heart I call cœur, And dawn in the same eternal hues behind her. By noon, I become the city itself, Only to return as her passenger, By walking far enough to lose her.”

Poetry Paris Romanticism Dark Academia Contemporary Poetry Fleeting Moments Literary Poetry Melancholic Poetry Ethereal Solitude Poetic Imagery

Book:The Willow Song

Source: The Willow Song

“A Line Across the Seine Whatever I made of you Surrenders to beauty. For I am a simple line That crosses the Seine, Remembering each wave Upon the stones of light. However often the light shines Towards the blue of morning skies, I’ll be here. I’ll write.”

Poetry Paris Romanticism Dark Academia Contemporary Poetry Literary Poetry Melancholic Poetry Ethereal Solitude Poetic Imagery River Poetry

Book:The Willow Song

Source: The Willow Song

“The Weight of Falling Leaves Winter swept onto my doorstep quite easily, Like it overtook every part of my heart, The moment you left my autumn to fall. So I kept things as you left them – frozen, Showing no sign of any emotion or feeling, Like the leaves that wither and die in the ice. Never fulfilling the purpose for which they fell, Yet crumbling under shoes heavier than the burden The tree gave them by letting them go. They long to be carried away by the wind or the elements, Not trapped forever in this frozen expanse of white, Beneath starry skies that gaze upon each December night. I can no longer bear to look upon them, So I set them free with a kiss to keep; Filled with the fire of your lips, finally redeemed – See how they gleam with beauty, long before spring.”

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Author:Laura Chouette

“My Lines My lines cross tragedy, Hope, and love; A mere poetry of life Keeps anyone alive. I may wander along, Yet I’ll be a part of it— Life—I seek.”

Poetry Romanticism Dark Academia Contemporary Poetry Poetry Of Life Literary Poetry Melancholic Poetry Existential Poetry Ethereal Solitude Introspective Poetry

Book:The Willow Song

Source: The Willow Song

“All The Ink I Wasted All the ink I wasted Climbing up ivory pages and cursive titles Of whoever asked to buy and sell - Words and souls and hope and pain. All the nights I spent Crying out to the world what I thought Or blaming myself for not hearing back - Worlds are crashing inside myself. All the fights I fought Calming my strife to succeed and feel Overwhelming hopes and dreams in spare - Wondering if I write my fate or dare to seal. All the wasted words Counting each number up I tried to spell Only to be reminded of despair once again - Worth is nothing nowadays with a price to sell.”

Poetry Romanticism Dark Academia Contemporary Poetry Literary Poetry Melancholic Poetry Existential Poetry Ethereal Solitude Introspective Poetry Artistic Struggle

Book:The Willow Song

Source: The Willow Song

“What Other Can a Man Lay but Tragedy? What other can a man lay but tragedy? No other thing would be ripe in time. Grief is a flower that blooms often, And sorrow is the rain that waters it sometimes. Each man reaps what he once sows— With pain, and some with bitter ease. The sky above every head of gloom Grows thicker with clouds and earthly deeds. The field does not bloom in summer But on the last day of every man's each.”

Poetry Romanticism Dark Academia Contemporary Poetry Literary Poetry Philosophical Poetry Melancholic Poetry Existential Poetry Ethereal Solitude Fate And Tragedy

Book:The Willow Song

Source: The Willow Song

“I Will Go Back to Paris in Spring I will go back to Paris in spring, To see its life and not the still, To watch the sky in a different hue, With the same buildings at each rue. I will walk and pass the same things by, And wonder again with a sigh. Till winter comes, it will be long, Yet I wonder when I will come back along.”

Poetry Paris Romanticism Dark Academia Contemporary Poetry Literary Poetry Melancholic Poetry Ethereal Solitude Poetic Imagery Travel Poetry

Book:The Willow Song

Source: The Willow Song

“We Haunt the People We Love We haunt the people that we love, And we become ruins by doing so. Chasing them down every line, No matter if spoken or lived by it. Running in circles, remembering them, While watching ourselves turn into others' ghosts. We haunt and live— And we will outlive.”

Poetry Romanticism Dark Academia Love And Loss Contemporary Poetry Literary Poetry Melancholic Poetry Ethereal Solitude Ghosts Of The Past

Book:The Willow Song

Source: The Willow Song

“The Weight of Perception I destroy myself by thinking about what I’m not; And they who love me destroy themselves by thinking that I am.”

Poetry Romanticism Dark Academia Contemporary Poetry Literary Poetry Melancholic Poetry Existential Poetry Introspective Poetry The Willow Song Identity And Self

Book:The Willow Song

Source: The Willow Song

“The Tragedy of the Ordinary The ordinariness is tragic— Not because it happens all over again, But when it doesn’t, it hurts every day.”

Poetry Tragedy Romanticism Dark Academia Contemporary Poetry Literary Poetry Melancholic Poetry Existential Poetry Introspective Poetry The Willow Song

Book:The Willow Song

Source: The Willow Song

“Wasted Chances I think life offers many chances, And we waste most of them by never taking them— (Just like untouched glasses of champagne.)”

Poetry Romanticism Dark Academia Contemporary Poetry Missed Opportunities Literary Poetry Melancholic Poetry Existential Poetry Introspective Poetry The Willow Song

Book:The Willow Song

Source: The Willow Song

“Unmoored I set myself abound, Like a new ship standing against the ocean; The waves set free By land of long imprisonment— Alone.”

Poetry Romanticism Dark Academia Contemporary Poetry Literary Poetry Melancholic Poetry Existential Poetry Drifting Away Introspective Poetry The Willow Song

Book:The Willow Song

Source: The Willow Song

“Ahora te recuerdo y quizás tu muerte me haría menos daño que tu exilio.”

Melancholic Poetry

Book:Hotel nube. En el mudo corazón del bosque

Source: Hotel nube. En el mudo corazón del bosque