Crying Poems Novels & Stories

I will miss our trips to the nearby pool, We'd rather read books there and pretend to be cool, I want to say goodbye one more time and cry with one more kiss, Goodbye, my mother, it's you I will forever miss, When the storms fill my eyes, and all the feels make me cry, I'll remember your sweet lullabies as I say, 'Goodbye. Jeremy leaves the microphone, and everyone next to me pats my back. I never knew what to say at funerals. Poems were the only words that made sense to me. Of course, they don't make sense to other people, but to me, that poem wasn't for them. The sparrow in the tree spreads its wings and flies out into the clouds. I know deep down that's the last time I will ever see that

_ No fair You really know how to make me cry When you gimme those ocean eyes I'm scared I've never fallen from quite this high Falling into your ocean eyes Those ocean eyes _ I won't cry 😭😭😭😭I am not crying, I will not cry. I felt my heart aches for writing this chapter. (I'm sorry you all, I remembered my late dad that's why I wrote something like this, this was how he died.) You should listen to OCEAN EYES by BILLY EILISH as you read this chapter. That was how I combined both emotions to write this chapter.

9 months ago Crystal I remember first learning that you can cry from any emotion, that emotions are chemical levels in your brain, trying to maintain an equilibrium. So, if one emotion skyrockets, that chemical becomes flagged and signals the tear duct to open as an exit, to release that emotion packaged neatly in tear. Everything made sense after learning that. That sudden stability of your emotions after crying. How crying is often accompanied by the inability to feel any other emotion in that precise moment. And it is especially beautiful knowing that it is even possible to experience so much beauty or love or happiness that your body literally can't hold on to all of it. So, what I've le

My vision blurred, the room around me melting into nothing but a suffocating void of grief. I dug my fingers into my scalp, nails biting into my skin as I let out a guttural, broken scream. "WHY?!" My voice shattered the silence, raw and desperate. "WHY DID THIS HAVE TO HAPPEN TO ME?!" My sobs racked my body, my heart crumbling under the weight of my loss. Why did I have to suffer like this? Why did the world take everything from me? Why was the universe so cruel? *** Tears streamed down my face, my chest rising and falling with ragged breaths. I wanted to scream louder, to unleash all the unbearable pain consuming me, but the only sound that escaped my lips was a broken sob—weak, full of de

They say sadness is behind anger, yet anger never comes unless in direct self defence, and so perhaps I can credit this natural passivity with my willingness to cry and feel pain, to let the sorrow teach me more about my true nature and how fragile we humans are. It is only natural to cry when we feel cold. Look up to the clouds, Jethro, they do it too. When they feel cold the water molecules lose energy and condense into droplets. Don't those droplets water the land? Don't they bring us healthy plants and food? Crying, my boy, is the same. It puts you in touch with all the goodness inside of you. That is why God loves the sound of a broken heart. He would have spared you the pain if He coul

My own tears were about to spill over. "If you're sad… you have to cry!" Lily's voice trembled. "You can't hold it in all by yourself!" Silence. Then— "I'm here…" Her crying didn't stop. "I'll be with you…" "So… it's okay…" "You can cry…" Silence. Long. Very long. Then— A small voice. Broken. Like something finally cracking. I hold my breath. And then— Crying. Softly. At first. Then growing clearer.

I said between sobs, with my hands covering my face. A burning pain in my chest echoed deeply into my whole body. “I’m sorry” The tiny footsteps caught my attention. I slowly lifted up my head up. “Why are you crying?” I rapidly wiped away my tears. “I’m not crying” I lied, slowly pushing the blanket off my legs revealing my decorations, decoration of love, that what he could say. Steadily I reached for the messy floor, which was covered with empty bottle of beers and unwashed clothes. I held on the small old wooden drawer beside me which was covered with cigarette ashes and cocaine.

My heart is crying, Sadness, sadness for a girl, For green Forterein, Sadness, sadness makes the heart cry, I will never see her again. Give me wines, wines, wines! When she dies, have me beside her In green Forterein, In addition to my dear, Besides my family. Fly falcons across celestial heights.

Hopefully, you don't catch it wrong. ________________________ And again, I was crying like a baby Most crying can make me blind 😭😭😭 I could feel what Gerald felt 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 especially Rara felt. 😭😭😭😭 Really oh my God 😢😢😢😢😢

I expected him to hurt me but he only touched my now moist cheek before he gathered a tear of mine and looked fascinatingly at the drop of water on his finger. He hummed, "what does it feel like to cry?" he asked me and I simply looked into his green eyes that looked at me, clearly intrigued. I chose to keep my words to myself and not respond to him. How was I supposed to answer him? How does it feel like to cry? Crying is simply expressing your pain and sorrow.