Sad Poetry English Novels & Stories

"My sweet Diya, there are many things I want to say to you, many things I want to profess but cowardice has taken over me. Ever since you I met you, you have been a source of joy. Thank you for the copies, Emerson and the one on the way. You have been down lately and it worries me. It worries my wolf and saddens us that we can't help you, but remember, this is your home. I am your home, always run to me. Remember, my sweet love, that life is not perfect. As much as you love the happiness, give space for sadness, for downturns and for dismal, it will make you appreciate the joyous moments more and make you stronger. True happiness only comes after sorrow because you can not know what happines

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

He sat feeling uncomfortable, he wondered what Sarah was up to. "Ryan, Incase I die, do not weep by my grave." "How...like what do you mean?" He looked at her perplexed. "Do not stand at my grave and weep I am not there; I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow, I am the diamond glints on snow, I am the sun on ripened grain, I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken in the morning’s hush I am the swift uplifting rush Of quiet birds in circled flight.

It’s Aaron again. "Saudade." "Saudade?" We all asked together. Is that even a word? Surprisingly, I haven't heard of it. "It means both happy and sad at the same time," David gave the answer. Sara put down what she’s eating and looked at David to confirm what he just said. "There's a word for that?" I pouted my lips and think about it. I turned to Hana and gave her a confusing look. "Is that possible? To be happy and sad at the same time? One of the two should weigh more, right?"

*Echoes* My pain My sorrow Reverts back at me Like a house Without a thing. I tried filling it up with Joy And love but darkness still painted them black. Maybe I'm not meant For this; I mean Happiness and Love isn't meant for me. Sadness Darkness Is where I belong and maybe suicide would be the end of me. My thoughts are blank My thinking is blocked Echoes of my empty cobwebbed mind is all I hear. *©Gemini Pride*

he murmured, "wait for me. Once I’ve taken care of everything, I’ll come back and make it up to you." But I would not wait. ... By the time Lucas resolved the company’s affairs and came looking for me, I was already gone. I had quit my teaching job, left the city, and erased all traces of myself from his world. All I left behind was a single message: [The dead do not return.] Lucas understood. He sat before the abandoned house where we had once lived, crying in despair. Later, I learned he liquidated his empire, declared bankruptcy, and emptied his accounts into mine.

Brad pleaded and tears formed in her eyes. "I can't, I'm so weak, heartbroken, bittered and so sad. This is just too much for me to bear, Brad. Why us? Why our friends? Why Drake of all people? He was so kind, sweet, loving, jovial, caring, hard-working, and the list goes on. He was too good to have left the world so soon. Why would anyone take such a cool-headed guy away from the Earth without even letting him enjoy the fruit of his labour, why Brad?" Nicole sobs and Brad was at the brim of tears as he watches his girlfriend weep.

She was all broken and toren inside unable to speak to the child, only one sentence whispered sadly out of her pink lips with her soaked eyes shut, "As you wish". No matter how much we fall for someone, we love them in madness but, for gets that one day this love shall turn into a deadly poison for that that can never find a cure to heal.

The woman he desired and needed. * Veronica ditched all her classes that day and got out of the university. The driver was not outside because it was not the closing time yet. No one was watching her as she started walking on the empty road, uselessly. She needed a break from all of this, from everything. It was getting toxic, she couldn't remove that sight away from her eyes. The way he tortured every part of his body, it was ridiculous. She couldn't believe Bernard was so dark and barbarous.

The air was heavy with the scent of despair, mingling with the acrid stench of liquor and broken dreams. Behind the bar counter, I stood like a specter, a harbinger of sorrow serving liquid poison to lost souls. The dim glow of crimson-hued lights accentuated the hollows beneath my eyes, reflecting the abyss that consumed me. The clinking of glasses echoed like a morbid chorus, each sound a discordant note in the symphony of despair.