Sad Poetry English Novels & Stories

I storm out Why won't anyone believe me, I have a real life vampires blood Arrg! after everything I went through, still just insults I did my study on those creatures for years, and I can still remember some of my favourite poetry and poems I read as a kid A Last Word by Ernest Dowson Let us go hence: the night is now at hand; The day is overworn, the birds all flown; And we have reaped the crops the gods have sown; Despair and death; deep darkness o'er the land,

Do you know of a place so cold, This is the place I call my soul, A place without hope or comforting dreams, A life not worth living wouldn't it seem. Do you know of a life that should have never been, And the feeling that today this life has to end. One more day of sadness is much too hard to bear, Do you know a person with so much pain inside, Or the feeling of loneliness when no one hears your cries, Maybe when the tears are gone and I can clearly see, The only question left will be...

You have the option to break me again. The most agonizing types of pain and sadness are those that cannot be written about or expressed in any other way than through words. They simply ache and ache until the aching manifests itself as an explanation. And if I don't get it all out on paper, what am I going to do with this sadness? What am I supposed to do with all of my sorrow? I'm not sure who I'm going to give this to just yet. In the case of writers, their curse is the inability to immortalize a name before it is taken over by another, to sustain love while still alive, and to write but not be written.

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! " ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

LEVI’S POV Before You Go by Lewis Capaldi “I fell by the wayside like everyone else. I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, but I was just kidding myself. Our every moment, I start to replace. ‘Cause now that they’re gone, all I hear are the words that I needed to say.” I was singing while I was breaking the shell of an egg. I was cooking some sunny-side up egg, fried rice, and hotdog for breakfast.

A/N: Saudade is a word for a sad state of intense longing for someone or something that is absent. Saudade comes from Portuguese culture, and it is often expressed in its literature and music. Saudade is described as a kind of melancholy yearning. ***** "Daddy, look I'm flying." Five-year-old me cried out in joy as my ice skate glided on the ice surface. I straighten my hands in a horizontal way, like the wings of a bird.

she again shouted aloud as she walked further towards the field, opening her arms wide, she looked up at the sky and the stars, feeling the breeze all over her body, she felt enveloped in it, yet free "No one's there, no Aliens, no Humans, no one, I have no one in my life, I'm so sad, I'm a sad girl, POOR SAD Girl" her pitch kept bobbing high and low, suddenly she played an imaginary guitar and strummed like a countryside rockstar, "Im a sad girl yeee, ohoooooo, yeah I'm a Poor Sad... sad girl yeaaaaaa, I'm a, am a sad girlllllllllll," she finished her performance to her imaginery audience, "Thankyou, thankyou dear ppls,"

every night my spirit is entangled within the fangs of bitterness, my strength ebbs away at the ticking of the time, I am most miserable of all men, even more miserable than the beast of the field, my light has become a great darkness, happiness no longer comes to my dwelling place, I have only taken a place to live, which will definitely be filled up some days when I had made it empty, if I am denied the joy of my life, the only thing that should parch a smile to my face in this vile world of

~ ™Away I go, carried on wings of passion™ ™Drinking droplets of time™ ™My heart has flown from it's cage™ ™Falling in love with myself, Embracing lie with open arm™ ™Away I go, carried on wings of passion™ ™My heart has frown from it's cage™ ™Falling in love with myself, Embracing life with open arms™ ™Clasping the moment in your fingertips like a butterfly™ ™As it takes wing it leaves traces of Colour™ ™The moment moves on, leaving it's Colour behind Sera™ ™I clasp another moment as it takes flight™ ™Embracing life with open arms ,Away I go carried on wings of passion™ ™My heart had flown from it's cage™ ™Falling in love with myself, embracing life with open arms™ ~ I fall on the floor as

But love, as they say, is often blind, and Sophia was lost in the depths of her feelings. Asher’s voice resonated in her ears, each word wrapping around her heart like a warm embrace. “My life is wonderful because you are with me,” he said, his eyes shining with sincerity. “You make me happy even if I feel sad and low. Your smile lightens up my life, and all the darkness disappears.”