Novel & Cerita Poems That Make U Cry

‘How should I face all the cold and warm winds that paint my face with sadness? ‘How should I think of the past and the future that are all filled with pain? ‘From now on, my heart will never be clear again. ‘From now on, the mountains will never look green again. ‘I’m afraid to look at the fallen autumn flowers. ‘I’m afraid that the flowers in spring will look like tears.’ After Silvia read the poem word by word, she felt goosebumps all over her body again.

Lights out and Pain crowds My dear one, escape the shroud How lonely the sight Make me remember the night When angels came and took your side Come, my love, engulf me in a hug Let the shadows cry, ‘cause They can never make you sigh You are here in my heart And hearts don't say bye I hugged myself tightly. My mother sang that poem to me. What would I not give to feel her hugging me again? I never got the heart to repeat this poem to my Ayla. I wished I had. It was closer to me that I felt an ache whenever I heard it.

I slump to my knees, the world spinning, my tears mixing with the dirt. I can’t do this. I can’t. * The sky has sunk into darkness, the faint glow of the streetlight casting a pale halo around me. I sit on the cold pavement, hunched like a ghost, staring vacantly at the cracked asphalt. My eyes sting, dry from crying, and my throat feels raw, scratched from sobs I didn’t bother to silence.

He said the smell of cooking oil on my skin made him sick. One time, I bought myself a birthday cake to celebrate with him. But he threw it straight in the trash just because I'd set it on the floor for a second while unlocking the door. "Trash is where filth belongs, and that's where you belong, too." Then, why did all his rules go out the window when it came to Vivian? My eyes stung. I tilted my head back, blinking hard at the sky to hold back the tears. But then it hit me—the dead couldn't cry. I was a spirit trapped between worlds, maybe because my attachment ran too deep to let me move on.

“You can’t leave me like this. Not again. We fought for this life. We promised.” With a sudden jolt, the weight of loss crashed over me, pulling me down into an abyss of anguish. I fell to my knees, the ground cold and unforgiving beneath me, but I felt nothing but the raging storm inside my chest. Hot tears streamed down my face, blurring my vision, each drop a painful reminder of the love I had once again lost.

I traced it all around with my fingers until I got underneath, I squinted my eyes, bringing the pended closer, connected to the forms really small and in an old style, that looked ancient, there stood something that I could not read. I choked on snot and tears. It overwhelmed me, I couldn’t take it anymore. I cried freely now. I cried for what was, I cried for what could have been, I cried for my father and I cried for the world. I felt my heart ripping out of my chest, piece by piece since it was already broken. I felt destroyed, like a poor little plant that wasn’t noticed and trampled into the ground, deeper and deeper I go, till no-one can see my anymore but still I can feel them as they

Now I'm drowning in sorrow, lost in despair, A shattered dream, love's unfair affair. Oh, the tears keep falling, like rain from the sky, I'm just a wounded soul, asking God why? How could he make love to another, so carelessly? My heart bleeds in silence, a love that'll never be. 🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵 ♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫ Every moment replayed, like a haunting song,

You know, I’d like to brush your hair when things go ugly, as in when a tsunami hits the seawall and there’s no one to fix your hair out of fear. I will celebrate your eyes’ uncalculated blink as it might change the season from tinder-parched mornings to being 84 and still writing you poems. You know, I’d like to see you cry, laugh at people off to work, because you’re edged to clear the skies of jinx and throat-clogged pretensions. The paddling mallards, oh, I want to count

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

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.