Crying Poems Novels & Stories

Li-lah's cries intensified, her tears flowing freely as the weight of the loss pressed down upon her, threatening to crush her spirit. She crumbled to the ground, her entire body quaking with grief. The sheer magnitude of her sorrow sent shockwaves through her being, leaving her feeling raw and vulnerable. Words failed to adequately convey her pain as she sobbed uncontrollably, the sound escaping her in ragged gasps.

Could it be that he got fed up with me or he lost interest in me but there again if my own family left me why won't someone I met not long ago. Thinking of this I did not notice the droplets of water that flowed through my eyes . You never really know how much someone means to you until you loose that person . There is a pain within this heart, pain within my sadness through my eyes, My eyes are like a burden that you can see right through, No pain I ever felt was that single broken heart that, There is way out of this pain but somehow I can't see it , See the light , the hope ,the happiness I once wanted to feel , Now I ever feel is this sadness , this pain, this heartache, A pain within t

Could it be that he got fed up with me or he lost interest in me but there again if my own family left me why won't someone I met not long ago. Thinking of this I did not realize the droplet of water that flowed through my eyes . You never really know how much someone means to you until you loose that person . There is a pain within this heart, My pain within my sadness through my eyes, My eyes are like a burden that you can see right through, No pain I ever felt was that single broken heart that, There is way out of this pain but somehow I can't see it , See the light , the hope ,the happiness I once wanted to feel , Now I ever feel is this saddness , this pain, this heartache, A pain withi

GABRIELLA Tears after tears, I cry all the pain and try to ease the grief I’m feeling. Of course, grief won’t stop just because I am crying. It won’t stop just because I am choking and sobbing while staring at my father’s tomb. It’s like a flash of nightmares drowning me in insanity when my fear becomes my reality. I’m afraid that he’ll pass away because of our enemies. Ever since I was young, I feared he’ll leave me alone in this world where only he tries to lessen my suffering. I was afraid he’ll leave me with a mother who never gave me the love I thought I desire to have.

I felt like I was searching for something, but I didn't know what it was or where to find it. The tears kept flowing, streaming down my face like a river. I was crying for Bridgette, for the pain she had endured and the loss she had suffered. I was crying for myself, for the confusion and uncertainty that was plaguing me. And I was crying for something more, something deeper and more profound.

All the hopes and dreams I had held close were now crumbling before my eyes. The sound of my cries filled the room, a sorrowful symphony that echoed in the silence. The intensity of the pain overwhelmed me, leaving me feeling vulnerable and exposed. I longed for a moment of respite from the storm of emotions raging inside me, but it seemed like there was no relief in sight. As the tears continued to flow, I sought solace in the darkness, seeking refuge from the harsh reality that unfolded before me. I yearned for clarity and understanding amidst the chaos, but in that moment, all I could do was surrender to the overwhelming grief that washed over me.

Her whole body shook with sobs as she buried her face in her hands, feeling the weight of the pain crashing over her. The sounds of the forest seemed distant to Cora as she cried. The rustling of leaves, the chirping of birds, and the gentle whisper of the wind all seemed muffled by her anguish. She let herself fully succumb to the pain, letting out guttural cries that echoed through the forest, releasing the pent-up emotions that had been building inside her.

I cry for my child who will most likely grow up without a father I cry because of how lonely I am. I cry just because. I simply cry.

Maybe if the day I turned 18 didn’t come this won’t happen. Maybe I should have died along with my father. I have failed to stop the cascade of tears to flow from my eyes. I cried my heart out and everything came out. All of the cries that I have hidden and all the pain that I have felt, I purged it out. I cried for the death of my mother, for the death of my father, for my kingdom, and everything. I crouched down like a child and cried for everything that had happened. I cried but it was only responded by further words thrown at me.

I found myself in one of the labyrinth gardens of the royal academy as the chirping of the crickets, croaking of the frogs, and hooting of the owls streamed like a river in the silent night as the turmoil of emotions had come to align in the cold wind. My hand crashed against the unforgiving earth, its impact leaving a deep impression as my tears streamed down, merging with the soil below. Frustration... Abomination... Sorrow... Humiliation... Powerlessness...