Melic poems on Hello Poetry

Gabriel Sachs Jan 2014

I'm not unafraid
I'm just a boy
At a fragile age
As when you're sad it ruins my day

Yet I still jump naked in the lake
As if off a stage
Whilst humming melic words of unwedded love
You ruined my day

For I could see poisoned thorns above your veins
With heartstrings razed beneath my faded pane
And it was a sight I couldn't shake
I jumped in vain

Although when near I still refrain from conveying
I still need you close so darling stay
For my arms feel weak while they're still brave
Only when you sit next to me
'Cause I'd hold you close if my love you'd claim
Yet we can't thus our stillness remains

Probably one of my best and most original poems. Hope you liked it! :)

Zywa Jan 2021

Melic

The long river shifts under the moon
The moon shifts wearily over the long river
On the long river under the moon, the canoe shifts to the sea

Past the highreeds
past the lowgraze
the canoe shifts to the sea
the canoe shifts with the shifting moon to the sea
So they are companions to the sea the canoe the moon and the man
Why are the moon and the man shifting so yieldingly to the sea

“Melopee” (1916, Paul van Ostaijen – “Nagelaten gedichten”)

Melos = lyrical song (sung words), ballad

Collection “Being”

#calm

Callistus kally Okoye Oct 2020

Melic from Me

She glows colourless
Like the water,
her whip cuts all
She smiles so flawless
Like em darkness
her echo cuts all.

!Just so you know that!

I feel her warmth
So breathtaking
Just when she walks,
I walk too
That's Unionisms

!Okay Then!

She is so Tender
Yet fierceness.
So hateless
So caring, And
That's so priceless
She
So natural,
I know that
you want that, And
That is so courageous.
You wanna make me too!

So, keep being real
I just want you
To know that
In this world, its so too rare
To have such
in one's being

So gracious
Likely favorable
Just because
you fit so.
And
That's my words to You...

I tried to express myself in a sung poetry.

#love

strawberry fields Mar 2017

for a lover

For a lover long ago
you were standing on my
beating chest
I was younger, melic
in my nervousness
washed in that garden
you traversed with me
can you even see my face
from up there?

or is every fable
from your feed true?
Joy's a woman and
that woman is no longer
I

Dylan Jones Oct 2016

Michicant

I was unafraid, I was a boy, I was a tender age
Melic in the naked, knew a lake and drew the lofts for page
Hurdle all the waitings up, know it wasn't wedded love
4 long minutes end and it was over it'd all be back
And the frost took up the eyes

Pressed against the pane could see the veins and there was poison out
Resting in a raze the inner claims I hadn't breadth to shake
Searching for an inner clout, may not take another bout
Honey in the hale could fill the pales of loving less with vain
Hon, it wasn't yet the spring

Aiming and it sunk and we were drunk and we had fleshed it out
Nose up in the globes, you never know if you are passing out
No it wasn't maiden-up, the falling or the faded luck
Hung up in the ivory, both were climbing for a finer cause
Love can hardly leave the room
With your heart

#love #depressed #memories #vain

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