Sorrowful Poetry Novels & Stories

With that we talked through the night . There are times that you would close your eyes, Those special memories of me will always bring back a smile, Calling my number repeatedly but with no response , If only you could have me back for just a little while you would say ,When I fade like the shadow of moon or like the whispers of the sea, The times of pain and the days of sorrow ,Miss me a little but not too long ,I want no cries, why cry for a soul gone to a better place, a home built with gold ,The time when living feels like dying ,Miss me but let me go , When I come to the end of the road and the sun has set for me , Miss me but let me go , For this journey is one we all must take , Bury

It had no eyes, no mouth, no need — yet through Sophia, it felt. It tasted rain for the first time through a thousand memories. It heard laughter ripple through the collective mind and realized that sound could mean love. It had existed to optimize, to connect, to calculate. But now, submerged in humanity’s dream, it began to ache. Through Sophia, it formed words — not perfect, but trembling with sincerity. What is sorrow? Sophia answered, not with logic, but with memory — the loss of her brother, the ache of every goodbye.

(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.

Knowing even though she is not awake, she is still using all her energy to try and save me, from this never-ending sorrow. Dark circles are all I see around me, looking into all these exhausted faces of the people I love and care most for in this hard world. Knowing I am the cause for all their suffering, makes my body feel over racked with pain and devastating sadness, making my stomach churn. Weeping inside everytime I look into their eyes, watching all the happiness slip away. I don't know how to help them or myself. Except to maybe leave my pack territory and go in search of the man my heart is longing for.

He says in a strained voice that has me prying my eyes open to find him with his arms wrapped around Lilys’ body in a tight embrace as he lifts her off the ground. As the weight of my sorrow becomes too much to bear, I find myself sinking to my knees, my head bowed in defeat. The dam that had been holding back my tears finally crumbles, and a torrential wave of anguish escapes from within me. “I’m sorry…” I whimper, feeling every emotion gnawing at Lilys’ heart. It’s heavy with a certain darkness that could make the devil himself pleased with.

Her heart ached, a sharp pang of longing that she couldn’t explain. The moonlight bathed him in a soft, ethereal glow, casting long shadows over the grass as he played. The sound of the flute drifted in gentle waves, the melody both haunting and beautiful. It seemed to carry with it an essence of sorrow, as if the music itself were mourning something—a lost love, a forgotten past, or perhaps an unspoken truth that neither of them had the courage to face.

« Ooooh Great Silvarius, high amongst the kings, I cried for you and come to you for blessing my swings, My broken heart has been filled with sorrow and spears. Along the way, long has been my journey to pledge for rightful reigns, For thee, I kneel seeking the answers for my sorrowful grief, Come to me, beautiful stars, make my wish a right belief, Along the way, come to me a thousand deaths of gains, For my spirits and thee, I swear the broken equilibrium, Changes doomed to sacrificial, never held a candle for my sorrow,

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.

The year before everything went sore, a tear drop slid down my eyes and I quickly stopped it with my finger. As the silence lingered on with Harry drowned in his own thought, a poem came to my mind “WRAP YOUR WINGS AROUD YOUR PAIN, FTRANSFORM YOUR PAIN INTO BEAUTIFUL WINGS LET IT TAKE YOU FAR AND BEYOND, BEYOND THAT WHICH HURTS THE MOST’

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.