Novel & Cerita Sad Poetry

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

"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

He sighed impatiently, realising his vehicle had not moved an inch off the spot he had been minutes ago. “This is gonna be one hell of a Monday.” •• Sonia stared at the cotton candy vendor who displayed his duo skills by the roadside; dancing around whilst making the cotton candies. His crowd had the majority of mothers with their kids applauding him endlessly as he swirled around. Sonia smiles to herself, realising just how detached she was from the outside world.

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.

Kaylee explained to Hayden. “Yes I understand Kaylee, but I was just sad at the fact that it had to be you again. You have been through a lot these past few days all for this to occur again” Hayden said to Kaylee with a sad look on his face. “I’ll be fine you don’t have to be sad and you say why me? If not me then who?” Kaylee said sarcastically. “Kaylee don’t speak like that, come on you and I know that you don’t deserve this. You are one of the purest and sweetest humans that I know so all you deserve is happiness and less pain” Hayden doesn’t like it when Kaylee speaks like that because it’s obvious she’s sad.

good things do not last for her and she was kind of scared of what might come after the happy times. Sophie told herself countless times not to think about the sadness that awaited her in the future and instead focus on the happiness that she was feeling in the moment. She would be happy and when those sad times come, she would remember the happy times she had and live through her sadness, hoping that she would experience such happiness again before she dies.

she asks in a low, haunting voice that fucking guts me. Disappointment is a heavy burden, a sinking feeling that lodges itself deep within the heart. It's the bitter taste of hope turned sour, a shattered dream that leaves a trail of tears in its wake. It strikes like a sudden storm on a sunny day, catching you off guard and leaving you drenched in sorrow.

" 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

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.

I slipped into a slumber not long after I fell asleep. My deep sleep was flooded with a nightmare. I was drowning in something thicker than water. It smelled metallic, it couldn't be blood could it. I heard a horrid laughter that made my insides turn and twist. Pain filled my mind as I heard the man's laughter turn into taunting phrases. "No one will want you now." "Filthy Whore" "You're mine" the man's voice gave me goosebumps and made me shiver. He reached toward me submerging my head in the blood. I let out a scream and tried to fight him off. To no avail, I felt my lungs burn as I gasped in the thick blood.