Sorrowful Poetry Novels & Stories

At that time, I had been carrying twins. The grief shattered me—so completely that my heart stopped beating. I barely survived. The last pregnancy lasted the longest. Seven months. For the first time, I dared to hope. I thought, maybe this time, I’d finally give birth. But fate had other plans. … Lucas sat there the entire time, utterly indifferent, as if the children I lost had nothing to do with him. Beside him, Vanessa looked down at me, eyes glinting with triumph, her smirk filled with condescension.

Previously, I felt betrayed and hurt. The man who I thought I owed my life had now turned out to be the one ruining it. That thought made the pain worse. "The beautiful love which I felt from you has completely disappeared, Jihun. It completely has!" He chuckled darkly hearing me and with a smirk he stated, " Most things that disappear are beautiful! " ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

after everything I went through, still just insults I did my study on those creatures for years, and I can still remember some of my favourite poetry and poems I read as a kid A Last Word by Ernest Dowson Let us go hence: the night is now at hand; The day is overworn, the birds all flown; And we have reaped the crops the gods have sown; Despair and death; deep darkness o'er the land, Broods like an owl; we cannot understand Laughter or tears, for we have only known Surpassing vanity: vain things alone Have driven our perverse and aimless band. Let us go hence, somewhither strange and cold, To Hollow Lands where just men and unjust Find end of labour, where's rest for the old, Freedom to all

Deep, alive, drowning. I’d miss looking at those eyes. I couldn’t help the cry that left my throat. It was a guttural, soul-wrenching wail—raw and unrestrained—as if the grief itself clawed its way out of my chest. It wasn't just a sound of sorrow; it was the kind of cry that tore through silence like a storm, born from the unbearable weight of watching the man I loved fade away. It held all the shattered dreams, the aching what-ifs, and the terrifying reality of facing a future without him.

Again, a pack of tormenting sadness and straining misery carried on striking the quagmire of Erito’s mind and feeling. Again, a series of straining pain and tormenting sorrow carried on assaulting the quay of Eriwan’s thought and perception.

The unwelcomed morning bloomed across the horizon anyways. Selena sat on the edge of the bed, naked with the duvet pulled up to her chest. She is used to waking up naked once in a while before this, but now, it seems to be the norm. Oddly, her face is dull, mirroring heartache and sorrow boiling within. Hours skipped by with her sitting stoned, gazing emptily upon the sunlight pouring through the window in her room.

(Pain is my old friend Who comes with memories Some are sweet but some are bad Then me, the pain and the memories These felt like gathering It's so special that We know each other really well Pain is my old friend) **** Shab-e-gum ki sehar nahi hoti Hoti bhi to mere ghar nahi hoti Zindagi tu bhi mukhtasar hoja Shab-e-gum mukhtasar nahi hoti. (There is no morning of sorrowful night

Tears streamed down my cheeks, pooling onto his still body as I clung to the hope that somehow, he could hear me. But the stillness remained, and the silence swallowed my cries. I could feel the darkness creeping in, threatening to engulf me. With every breath, I felt the weight of my despair settle deeper into my bones. The loss was a gaping wound, raw and festering, and no amount of longing could mend it.

Each sob was a cathartic release, a plea for understanding, and a lament for the life I once knew. The room felt suffocating, the air heavy with the weight of my sorrow. I yearned for a reprieve, a respite from the relentless storm that raged within me. But the tears persisted, cascading down my face like a ceaseless downpour, as if they held the weight of all the unanswered questions I carried.

Sorrow permeated into the air as if breathing alone was a bitter feat. His long eyelashes fluttered ever so slightly. The world outside was completely dark, with only a few dim street lamps to illuminate it. It must have been just as dark as this when she left that night. Why had she chosen to leave miserably, all alone, refusing to even listen to his explanation? A great sorrow surged in his chest. Damon felt as if he could hear his heart break, like the sound of a diamond cutting through paper, softly reverberating in his chest.