Saddest Poems Novels & Stories

I shouted from the depths of my being, at the same time my body shook with convulsions, the product of crying, I fell to the ground and felt my soul break into millions of pieces, and there I knew, I would never be the same, I was destined to be an empty body, moving by inertia, because I had already lost everything. The absence of the one we love is worse than death, and frustrates hope more than hopelessness. William Cowper.

If it happens then it doesn't happens with me, Life please, be short because Sorrowful night cannot be short) **** Ek raat huyi barsaat bohot Mein roya saari raat bohot, Har gum tha zamane ka lekin Mein tanha tha us raat bohot, Phir aankh se sawan barsa Ajab sehar huyi to khayal aaya, Wo badal tha kitna tanha Jo roya puri raat bohot. (One night, the rain was drizzling I cried whole night, There was pain of whole life But I was so lonely in that night, The tear didn't stopped but when It was morning, a thought came, The cloud was so lonely That it cried whole night) After flipping several pages I was a crying mess. My tears were not stopping and continuously flowing. I got to know that his li

"Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone, Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone, Silence the pianos and with muffled drum Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come. Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead, Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves, Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves. He was my North, my South, my East and West, My working week and my Sunday rest, My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song; I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong. The stars are not wanted now: put out every one; Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun; Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood. For nothing now can

Gun This is the saddest day of my life, I was walking near the bridge, the sky is dark as my feelings, the rain is starting to fall, the weather is with me, I cried like stupid I don't know if the water that is flowing on my body is raindrops or my tears, I stopped on the bridge, my body is trembling, my knees are shaking

The air was crisp and cool against my skin as I took a deep breath, feeling the weight of my sorrow settle into my heart. The leaves rustled softly in the breeze as I gazed up at the sky, the twinkling stars illuminating the night. The memory of Aiden, my late best friend, came flooding back to me. It was like a wound that wouldn't heal, forever raw and aching. I couldn't help but feel guilty, wishing that I had done more to save him. The thought of his absence made me feel like I was drowning in despair.

It doesn't matter how small or big it could be. Most people would say the most heartbreaking phase is—death—losing people who meant the world to them. As stated before, some would definitely say—poverty: the people who die poor with dreams of becoming rich one day. Some would say—hunger: to die out of starvation as they couldn't afford food to quench. Some would say—breakup: due to reasons, they would not be able to be together the way they wanted it to be. Some would say—betrayal—by putting their trust in people who destroy it into minuscule pieces.

The wind swallowed his words, but the anguish remained, festering in his chest like an open wound. He felt like he was drowning in his own tears, suffocating under the weight of his sorrow. The sea seemed to laugh at him, its waves crashing against the shore with a rhythm that felt like mockery. Lewis collapsed to his knees, his body wracked with sobs, as he whispered, "Why can't anyone see me? Why can't anyone love me for who I am?" The only response was the relentless pounding of the waves, a reminder that some wounds might never heal.

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...

That was the first word she could utter and the person that was present with her was her mom when she opened her eyes. "I don't know if I should really be happy or sad mom that I'll be discharged today" Anna replied fiddling with her fingers. "Anna! Why are you saying that? of course you should be happy the doctors and nurses did their very best to keep you alive for us". "But I'm not happy I'm alive mom, deep inside my heart I'm not happy. Why should I be happy when Drake is dead? Drake wasn't meant to die, it's all my fault he's dead and I'm alive. How can I ever be happy knowing I'll never see him again? Tell me mom, how can I survive this loneliness?"

(sukoon pov) As I step into the room, a heavy sadness descends upon me like a suffocating blanket. The air feels thick and stagnant, as if it holds the weight of unshed tears and lingering despair. The once vibrant colours of the surroundings have faded, drained of their life and vitality. Shadows dance in the dimly lit space, casting elongated figures that mirror the desolation within.