Crying Poems Novels & Stories

He was feeding a boiled egg and a slice with his hand, then drank tea and gave medicine. "You have to be fine, I need you right now ..." He got up, patting her face and her eyes were filled with a feeling of helplessness. How long did it take to live in such agony? When did she imagine such a life? Then there is the hour of migration and separation. The age of grief and longing is great. "Crying is life" This darkness of night, this weeping passion It's a rainy night Flames are burning in the forest The peacock is dancing

My knees were scraped and bleeding beneath the expensive ivory coat. “Great, just great,” I muttered, limping toward the door. “You better not leave a scar.” I followed him into the silent mansion. Then tears started getting to my eyes. “No.. This is nothing compared to the past” I will not cry.

Like delicate raindrops clinging to the precipice, her tears teeter on the edge, threatening to spill over and carve a path down her cheeks. Within those sorrowful eyes, one can witness the struggle of a wounded soul. They are the windows to a heart burdened by the weight of grief, loss, or loneliness. The irises, once bright and vibrant, now seem dim, as if a shadow has enveloped their natural radiance. The sparkle that once danced within them has been replaced by a haunting emptiness.

he voiced out calmly, squeezing me tightly. Tears streamed down my face like a relentless rain, each drops a tangible manifestation of the sorrow that gripped my heart. I wept with a depth of emotion that shook my very being, My eyes, red and puffy from the deluge of tears, felt like they were burning with a fire that couldn't be quenched. My nose was stuffy, and my throat constricted as if the grief itself was choking me. I felt like I was drowning in a sea of despair, with no lifeline to cling to. The weight of my sorrow was crushing me, pressing down on me like a physical force that I couldn't escape.

Sinking to her knees, Sonia unleashed her anguish, her cries echoing in the desolate surroundings. Tears streamed down her face like a rain downpour, each droplet carrying the disappointment and heartbreak of an unrequited love. She allowed herself to revisit the vivid images she had woven in her mind, the life she had imagined sharing with Jayden. The laughter, the love, the moments that would never come to pass.

Gun This is the saddest day of my life, I was walking near the bridge, the sky is dark as my feelings, the rain is starting to fall, the weather is with me, I cried like stupid I don't know if the water that is flowing on my body is raindrops or my tears, I stopped on the bridge, my body is trembling, my knees are shaking

was all I said but that wasn't all that happened, I felt a warm hand take a soft and gentle grip at my chin and tilted my head to look into perfect glittering eyes. But then that face contorted into somewhat of shock. " Why are you crying, did I say something wrong?" I could only respond by shaking my head with a light tear grazing my cheek. " Then why are you crying?" he asked wiping away the tear with his thumb. Why am I crying? I'm crying cause I'm scarred, I'm crying cause I'm in pain, I'm crying cause I'm hated, I'm crying cause I've been rejected, I've been hit, hurt and torn apart a million ways than I can remember. I'm crying because I'm scared to trust. I'm crying because I'm so ter

I traced it all around with my fingers until I got underneath, I squinted my eyes, bringing the pended closer, connected to the forms really small and in an old style, that looked ancient, there stood something that I could not read. I choked on snot and tears. It overwhelmed me, I couldn’t take it anymore. I cried freely now. I cried for what was, I cried for what could have been, I cried for my father and I cried for the world. I felt my heart ripping out of my chest, piece by piece since it was already broken. I felt destroyed, like a poor little plant that wasn’t noticed and trampled into the ground, deeper and deeper I go, till no-one can see my anymore but still I can feel them as they

I drove for about thirty minutes, all the while crying my eyes out, and only after thirty minutes did I stop to give myself a break, and by a break, I mean to wail. Most people don't really understand the difference between crying and wailing, and often pass them off as synonymous. Crying occurs when the sensory nerve endings on the ocular surface respond to changes in the environment, resulting in a rapid secretion of fluid by the lacrimal gland to wash away and chemically neutralize potential threats to the tear film, meaning that it can occur as a form of reflexive action to protect your eyes, like when you're cutting onions or have a sand grain in your eyes. It can also occur as a result