Lament Poems Novels & Stories

Nor do the heedless in the throng, One thought beyond the morrow give, They court the feast, the dance, the song, Nor think how short their time to live. The heart that bears deep sorrow’s trace, What earthly comfort can console, It drags a dull and lengthened pace, ‘Till friendly death its woes enroll. The sunken cheek, the humid eyes, E’en better than the tongue can tell; In whose sad breast deep sorrow lies, Where memory’s rankling traces dwell.The rising tear, the stifled sigh, A mind but ill at ease display, Like blackening clouds in a stormy sky, Where fiercely vivid play. Thus when souls’ energy is dead, When sorrow dims each earthly view, When every fairy, hope is fled, We bid the un

We tend to do things that seems right only at that moment and later regret for having our mind function in such an absurd manner. I heard the main door of our house shut gently, indicating that he left. I sighed and dared not to spill any stupid tears from my tears. What was the point of crying now? I'd cry the whole night if it assures to make things better for me tomorrow. But I know it's not going to do anything except for draining me out of water. I silently walked to my bed and sat on it. There was this thing I knew about Brett. He doesn't get mad for unreadable things. He only gets angry if someone hits him in the nerve or hurts him in the hurt. Both the things happened today.

I take a deep breath, "This is a poem for Iris. Even though I didn't know her long she still managed to take a place in my heart. Iris, I think of you every day. I will miss you dearly. If tears could build a stairway, and memories a lane. I would walk right up to Heaven and bring you back again. No farewell words were spoken, No time to say "Goodbye". You were gone before I knew it, and only God knows why. My heart still aches with sadness, and secret tears still flow. What it meant to love you - No one can ever know. But now I know you want me to mourn for you no more; To remember all the happy times

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

Previously, I felt betrayed and hurt. The man who I thought I owed my life had now turned out to be the one ruining it. That thought made the pain worse. "The beautiful love which I felt from you has completely disappeared, Jihun. It completely has!" He chuckled darkly hearing me and with a smirk he stated, " Most things that disappear are beautiful! " ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

" Raisa listens carefully to the poems that have accompanied her loneliness, as if giving a special spirit to a sad soul. In the silence of the night, my heart was cut, An invisible wound, yet so deep. I search for meaning in every memory, But only find the debris of regret. O my bride, hear my hope, From the fragile remnant of my faith. I want our love to be as strong as coral, But don't let the longing be eroded by time. We walk the aisle of sorrow, Remembering the smile that once graced the face. Tears flow, erasing the footsteps, Yet the heart persists, despite the sorrow. This sadness is like a never-ending rain, Drenching the earth of the soul, soaking the fragile heart. Yet, in every

The wind swallowed his words, but the anguish remained, festering in his chest like an open wound. He felt like he was drowning in his own tears, suffocating under the weight of his sorrow. The sea seemed to laugh at him, its waves crashing against the shore with a rhythm that felt like mockery. Lewis collapsed to his knees, his body wracked with sobs, as he whispered, "Why can't anyone see me? Why can't anyone love me for who I am?" The only response was the relentless pounding of the waves, a reminder that some wounds might never heal.

The rain outside intensified, as if echoing her sorrow. Lily clung to the photograph of her and Eskaal, her fingers trembling against the glossy surface. Her heart aches with the absence of her brother, and the reality of his death crashes over her like relentless waves. Lily’s whisper, pleadings grew louder. “I wish you were here, Eskaal... I wish I could have said goodbye.” As Lily continued to weep, her grief was a testament to the profound love she held for her brother, a love that now felt like a gaping void, a reminder of the irreplaceable loss that has forever altered her world.

Arrogance befit no man for whatever we have today, won’t be buried with us tomorrow. ~Humeyra. HAMDAN’S P.O.V The last messages I got from Humeyra really messed me up. I didn’t know that I meant so much to her that my death would affect her as much as she said. The poem she wrote to me still lingers in my mind as I recall my heart beating to every word that her poetry entailed. The poem goes as follows:

"A line from a poem lost during the Great Deluge, written by a human poet. Before they'd lost it all. I do not recall the original author, but in my youth in the trenches, my friend had said it to me right before they'd released the phosgene. I think he'd probably meant to recite more of it, but I never heard the rest after the explanation. He'd died almost instantaneously. We'd been very… close." Mr. Galanis adjusted his spectacles, bending to take a handful of dirt to Ma: "I like to think he meant that tragedies—just like triumphs, and heartache, and anger and fear, disgust or joy—come like rain. Sometimes they are showers, other times great tempests. But I suppose, without a bit of rain,