Saddest Short Poem Novels & Stories

The nanny got to work, collecting every photo album and frame, then stacking them on the lawn. Jessica uncorked several bottles of Anthony's prized red wine, dousing the memories in scarlet. She poured a glass for herself and one for the nanny. Their glasses met with a hollow clink, the echo of a five-year love breaking apart. Jessica flicked the lighter and tossed it into the heap, watching the past go up in flames. Flickering flames cast a warm glow as Jessica tipped back her glass, the last of the wine mingling with the tears that traced a path down her cheeks.

Love can be a so much pain, but this pain is all worth-it because I know that It was for him. They said Greatest love can lead into Greatest heartbreak, but all I can say is as long as he was happy I can be happy for him from a far.

‘How should I face all the cold and warm winds that paint my face with sadness? ‘How should I think of the past and the future that are all filled with pain? ‘From now on, my heart will never be clear again. ‘From now on, the mountains will never look green again. ‘I’m afraid to look at the fallen autumn flowers. ‘I’m afraid that the flowers in spring will look like tears.’ After Silvia read the poem word by word, she felt goosebumps all over her body again.

Tears streamed down his face, a silent testament to the profound grief that gripped his heart. Levi, once a pillar of strength, faced the heart-wrenching reality before him. "Sorry, he's gone," he uttered, the weight of sorrow etched in his voice. A solitary tear, a poignant teardrop, escaped Levi's eyes, marking an acknowledgment of loss and an expression of the profound emotions coursing through him.

Her emotions swung like a pendulum, from moments of numbness to intense bouts of sorrow. During one particularly harrowing evening, Ava curled up on the couch, a blanket wrapped tightly around her. Her face, usually full of life and warmth, was marred by the shadow of heartache. "I just feel so lost, Peyton," she whispered, her voice cracking under the weight of her emotions. "Like a part of me is missing, and I don’t know how to get it back."

I don’t want to lose him. I went inside my house, it felt so cold like a dead cold. It didn’t feel like a house, it felt like a cabin with no warmth, and with the warmth, I don’t mean heat, I mean heat. Today is proving to be the worst day of my life. I sat over the floor and my eyes were oozing out of tears. I can't believe what's happening with my life. The person that I love is leaving me, I have no idea about my family my papa. Nobody loves me. I feel like giving up my life. It's been a tragic day. I was crying and crying and crying, then a message popped up on my phone. It was papa

Sweet dreams were broken When I looked upon the sky Hateful words spoken I thought to say my goodbyes Down the hole, I went Where dark was the only light The frown I resent The bright day barely in sight Deep in my sad mind There I laid down on the grass Where I try to find Whatever can truly last I look to the sky Where darkening gray clouds come in The rain starts to fly Down upon my weathered skin Then I close my eyes And let the dark enclose me Now there are softened cries as I die by the green tree. Finishing my diary, I stood up to leave, but I found myself not taking a step. I just didn't want to go home yet.

I persevered, scrubbing my body to rid it of the dirt and sins accumulated in the past 24 hours. The haunting image of Devon standing there, his heart cradled in a stranger's hand, pierced through my thoughts like a relentless dagger of despair. Overwhelmed by an unyielding sadness, my emotions echoed the tragic reality. I couldn't feel anything but an abyss of sorrow for my friend. In his attempt to rescue me, he found himself sacrificed.

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

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?"