Saddest Short Poem Novels & Stories

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.

Richard I stood in the midst of death and grief, surrounded by the heavy silence that only tragedy can bring. Everywhere my eyes land, there is the corpse of my people, with their loved ones grieving for their loss. Their anguished cries pierced the air, echoing the magnitude of the devastation that had befallen us. Each life lost represented a shattered dream, a void that could never be filled.

(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.

The moon's reflection danced upon the surface, mirroring the tangled mess of my thoughts and heartache. Lost in my own sea of sorrow, I allowed myself to be consumed by the darkness. The minutes stretched into hours, and still, I remained submerged in the water, lost in contemplation. The moon continued to cast its soft glow upon the scene, its silent presence offering a semblance of solace in the midst of my despair.

"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

The words tumbled out, each one a shield against the vulnerability that threatened to consume her. A maelstrom of emotions, as elusive as mist, enveloped her. "But why," she wondered aloud, her voice a tremor in the quiet expanse, "do I get so overwhelmingly sad when he is not around me?" The admission hung in the air, both an acknowledgment and a revelation that reverberated within her chest.

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.

I said and I examined her emotion, her eyes widen in horror and chaos. "I'm sorry but I couldn't get what you mean. I don't know what you are saying, kid. go home!" She said and to get her interest I recited the poem in front of her. "My love he was gone, But my heart still belongs to him, And he was my only happiness. He was somewhere in another world now, But my heart still hears his heart, I could feel every beat of it, And it was a pain, For our souls belongs to a different world!" I spoke loud and clear as I tried to examine her again, she was tight-lipped and began to burst out tears, unexpectedly.

How can he be gone within the short time it took me to get out here? I must be the most unlucky person. Nevertheless the palace gardens look better under the yellow light of the flaming torches. I can peacefully practice the song I will be singing tomorrow. There is no one to feel disturbed by the noise, so I sing loud. "You were a lamp in our darkest nights, But you faded away when we needed you the most, And you took pieces of our hearts with you, To a world beyond our reach, Even now I cry over the life we could have had,

The pain of his loss was overwhelming, shattering his sense of self as he watched the fruits of years of hard work go up in flames. Jasmine's eyebrows knitted together in sorrow as she watched him go quiet. His face turned into a grey mask, his eyes becoming like grey orbs. A wave of dread and sorrow washed over her, her heart thundering in her chest. She sensed a looming sadness in him, her heart sinking as she faced the impending doom. Her breath caught in her throat, a wave of sorrow gripping her in its icy hold.