Novel & Cerita Poems That Make U Cry

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?"

Wanting, just hoping to see him… See? See whom? ㅤ (…) “Who made you cry?” (…) “Hey… I promise, no one else will make you cry…” (…) “Never forget my words… no one will ever make you sad again, I promise.” ㅤ The memories are coming back fast, out of control, like a runaway train, flattening everything around them. She moans painfully as pain fills all her senses. Her head is aching… Her head feels like it's cracking, splitting, and burning.

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.

The year before everything went sore, a tear drop slid down my eyes and I quickly stopped it with my finger. As the silence lingered on with Harry drowned in his own thought, a poem came to my mind “WRAP YOUR WINGS AROUD YOUR PAIN, FTRANSFORM YOUR PAIN INTO BEAUTIFUL WINGS LET IT TAKE YOU FAR AND BEYOND, BEYOND THAT WHICH HURTS THE MOST’

me, has spied I move away, from where I hide, Shhhhhh be quiet, My legs are heavy, I slowly stepped, you escorted, up I crept tears I wish, that I had wept, I move my hand, away are swept, no way for me to leave, get out, they'd never hear me scream & shout trudging on with wary doubt, I bite my lip, I moan & pout, in every step, as I grow brave, climbing up, a darkened grave, with every step, my soul to save, Very dramatic poet, emmmm thanks, read on, I reach the top in my suspense, ahead I say, in my defense, sorry if you're feeling tense, It's alright, I open up the door ahead, filling me & you with dread, dragging knuckles, telluric bed, I look, in horror, shrilling, ....shrieking a glow

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.

", he asked. She had her head down and was crying. "I had a feeling it was too cheesy and amateur. This is why my poem are not beloved.", he said in disappointment. "No, I'm not crying because it was bad. That poem was really beautiful.", she responded. "Really?", he asked. "Yeah. It really made me feel special and it stopped me from letting evil take over. If nobody else loves your poems, just know that they beloved by me.", she replied. "Thank you, I really appreciate it. You are the only person I know that actually like my poems.", he said.

The warmth was barely there. But it was there. Her hand trembled. She cried. Not from grief. From remembering. The tear fell on the flower. The petal opened further. The scent strengthened. The warmth grew. The light flickered. Her cry was small. But it was remembering. It was feeling. It was choosing. The cry spread. Through the ruins. Through the bare ground. Through the broken oak. Through every reality. Some heard it and remembered. Some heard it and felt. Some heard it and chose.

After hanging up the phone, I forced my body to walk towards the hospital. There were chairs in the waiting area where I could sit; perhaps if I sat down, I could endure until Ronald arrived. The chair was only a hundred meters from the door, yet it felt like I had walked miles to reach it. Just as I touched the edge of the chair, someone pushed me away. I collapsed to the ground, pain ripping through me as if my organs were being torn apart. Unable to control myself, I writhed on the floor in agony, tears and mucus streaming down my face.

Jis per hamari aankh ne Moti lutaye raat bhar Bheja wohi kagaz tujhe Hamne likha Kutch bhi nahin Maanga khuda se raat din Tere siva Kutch bhi nahin. This was the last straw and I could not control my tears... They started flowing non stop. He stopped the car abruptly. " Oh God !! Maurvi why are you crying? What happened ? Did I say something? Please stop crying. " " Oh I just became emotional after hearing that gazal. I am sorry. I am an emotional fool. " I tried to Smile.