Crying Poems Novels & Stories

I don't know how long I stood there outside in verandah, away from the crowd of people. The cold wind kissing my face, reminding me back to reality. But still I can't get my head into clarity. Everything was blur. After having enough energy to walk, I move towards the corner of verandah. There he was.... In the lap of grandmother who was trying to soothe him. He was crying hysterically. His beautiful black eyes were pouring tears, his curled eyelashes were all wet from crying. His face holding hundreds of emotions that I can't understand.

That was the last straw that broke him down in tears. "Why? Rosanne, why does it have to be you? "Get up! Get up and fight me like you always do… Call my name one more time… I-I swear I won't get mad anymore… I never wanted you dead. "Why do you have to do this to me? You're all I have left, Rosie. "I'm so sorry. Just don't leave me alone. Please… just open your eyes." That version of Nathan, who used to love me so dearly, was finally back. I finally heard every word I'd longed to hear, but I could no longer answer.

Deep, alive, drowning. I’d miss looking at those eyes. I couldn’t help the cry that left my throat. It was a guttural, soul-wrenching wail—raw and unrestrained—as if the grief itself clawed its way out of my chest. It wasn't just a sound of sorrow; it was the kind of cry that tore through silence like a storm, born from the unbearable weight of watching the man I loved fade away. It held all the shattered dreams, the aching what-ifs, and the terrifying reality of facing a future without him.

Eve I couldn't stop crying. A raw grief tore through me, leaving me hollow and broken. The world was unfair—everything was so unfair. No matter how I tried to wipe my face clean, the tears kept falling. It was the kind of crying that came from the soul, the kind you can’t just reason through. The world had wrapped me in disappointment and squeezed. The more I thought about everything, the more I cried.

How could I ever come to terms with the knowledge that I had failed him again? A gut-wrenching cry erupted from deep within me, raw and primal. I fell to my knees, my hands trembling as I pressed my palms against my face, the tears streaming down as I cried out in anguish. The weight of it all was too much to bear, and I felt as if the very earth beneath me was cracking apart.

The answer eluded me, leaving me frustrated. As tears cascaded down my face, their salty streams mingling with my despair, I couldn't help but cry out in anguish. "Why?" I pleaded, my voice trembling with the weight of my emotions. "Why must we endure such torment? After all the hardships we have faced, can we not find solace and live our lives in peace?"

You were not supposed to be listening. Leon::"Well I am sorry if I have ears.So is that all you have written ? " Ariadne::"My poems generally don't have an ending." Leon::"And why is it so ? " Ariadne::"I don't know I just don't like the endings." Leon::"That way I never liked the concept of crying......." Ariadne::"Who likes to cry ? " Leon::"I mean I never understood why do people cry.Do we cry to heal ourselves ? Do we cry simply to shed a tear ? Or is it just because we can ? Or because

I gave that up. I close my eyes, desperate not to let the tears filling them escape. I fail. They slip out, trail down my cheeks, fall from my face. I hold in the sob for as long as I can, lips quivering, chesttrembling, hands balled into fists. But I lose that battle too. The cry wretches itself up my throat, over my tongue, past my lips. At the last moment, I turn it into a scream. "Ah!!"

I’ve spent hours weeping despite my best efforts to stop. Just knowing I’m crying over a guy has left me feeling pathetic, and that’s not something I’ve ever felt before and I hate it. It’s like it says in that Lee Marvin song, ‘mud can make you prisoner, and the plains can bake you dry. Snow can burn your eyes, but only people make you cry.’

A cry ripped from my throat, raw, broken, unrestrained. It was the sound of a mother mourning, of a girl condemned, of a soul breaking into pieces.