Today I am not writing a poem today I want to say something.
I have started writing for quite some time now and views are also skyrocketing.
But I cannot say so with my likes nor followers.
I pour my heart while writing these poems while some poets of this community has truly been supportive and encouraging throughout my journey but still sometimes I just feel that my poems might not be enough.
I started writing as a coping mechanism after my loss of a loved one , but soon I fell in love with poetry and with lots of encouragement from my family I started posting.
So if you like my writing please like and follow me because I truly feel like giving up.
Thanks for reading
Love Ishani
Apr 3
Apr 3, 2026 at 4:33 AM UTC
I feel the darkness pulling me,
my body drained of all energy.
My room lies in quiet disarray,
while my mother tells me to clean it away.
But no matter how much I try to scream,
no sound escapes, no flicker, no gleam.
I have no strength, no will to rise,
just heaviness behind my eyes.
I don’t want to call for help,
nor be consumed by this silent hell,
yet I lie still upon my bed,
too tired to move, too numb to dread—
and I am called lazy instead.
My messy room draws looks of disdain,
my friends drift off, trust strained by pain.
I scream into the empty abyss,
but no one hears, no one exists.
So I collapse into the dark,
with nowhere left to leave my mark nor be called,
no place that feels like home to me—
No more
just shadows where I used to be.
And people move on with their life
Filling up that hole after my demise
Apr 2
Apr 2, 2026 at 9:08 AM UTC
I see that radiant smile—
the same one that brightens everyone’s day,
the one that gives people hope
even when they don’t want to go on.
I see your kindness,
your careful eyes—
but behind them,
something darker lingers.
Everything about you looks picture perfect.
You have so many friends,
yet after the bell rings,
you sit alone in a corner.
You seem so wise,
so put together—
and yet,
you are hurting in places no one sees.
And I start to notice the patterns.
But the day I stepped into your room,
saw the unmade bed,
your dress stained—
everything finally made sense.
I rushed to your side,
“Thank God you’re alive,”
screaming again and again,
as if saying it could make it more true.
You just smiled and said,
“Why wouldn’t I be?
People seem to need me
more than I need myself.”
And then you broke.
My “Ms. Perfect”
collapsed into quiet tears,
no longer able to hold
everything inside—
every hurt, every silent despise,
spilling out
in wild, quiet tears
of a girl
carrying the weight of the whole world
on her life.
Apr 1
Apr 1, 2026 at 3:29 PM UTC
I hope you have the best birthday.
May the birds that greet the morning
and the clouds that wander freely
carry a quiet kind of happiness to you.
I hope you have the best birthday,
because life has never been gentle,
yet you have learned how to keep going
through every uneven tide.
I hope you have the best birthday,
because you stood through a world that paused,
through silence, distance, and uncertainty—
and still chose to hope for another day.
I hope you have the best birthday,
because you have lived through decades of change,
grown through moments that tried to break you,
and still remained standing.
And today—
for once—
may the world be a little softer to you,
because it is your day, after all.
Mar 28
Mar 28, 2026 at 1:50 PM UTC
You are too sweet for me -
far too sweet,
far too good for me.
You are fine like wine,
and as bright as the sun,
perfect like nature,
soft as a petal.
I am afraid
my world would blow you away
like a fragile dandelion.
I want to give you
all the comfort in the world,
but those innocent eyes,
that quiet angelic shine -
in a family full of shadows -
might lose their light.
So I will stand here, my love,
protecting you from afar,
letting no harm come your way.
I will stand here,
wishing on a dandelion,
still hoping
to be enough for you -
and if not,
I will still be the wind
that lets you bloom
somewhere kinder.
Mar 27
Mar 27, 2026 at 2:08 PM UTC
It seems that I have learned how to breathe again.
It seems that the sky is brighter than usual.
The gradient in the sky feels unusually beautiful.
The water washing over my feet
seems to carry away my feelings for you.
Everything is so pretty.
Everything feels so divine—like a quiet bliss, like wine.
That heavy weight on my shoulders
seems to have lifted,
and my foggy vision begins to clear again.
Everything negative about my day
seems to fade away.
I no longer care about what anybody else thinks,
nor do I suffer the same social anxiety.
Everything about this feels brand new.
Everything seems more cheerful and light,
which makes it all feel slightly surreal.
I have finally learned the art of letting go.
I can finally stop stressing about you—
because I no longer wish
to read the same chapter again.
And yet, sometimes,
I still find your name
resting quietly between the lines.
Mar 27
Mar 27, 2026 at 1:40 PM UTC
The sun looks so beautiful—its orange radiance makes me think of you.
It brings to mind your smile, your eyes.
The sky looks like a bride, with curious eyes just like yours,
as if it hasn’t yet been weighed down by the cruelty of the world.
Oh, how beautiful the sky is—
how beautiful that orange radiance,
softly fading like a whisper of something unspoken.
And in that quiet glow, I find a piece of you,
that only I know,
That beauty, That smile
And that goofiness behind those still eyes
Is what kept me alive
Kept me moving
And I shall never forget you my love
Till the day my chest stops its rise and fall
Upon this earth.
Mar 26
Mar 26, 2026 at 3:06 AM UTC
I see the sun peeking from the clouds,
Just like a new bride waiting for her spouse.
I see the sun peeking from the cloud,
And I sense a longing it has—I don’t know how.
Maybe it is because of how much I miss you while seeing the view;
Maybe it is because the sun reminds me of you.
I see the sun’s longing, which makes something ache in my heart—
The heart which I thought had turned into stone after your departure.
I thought I had long buried this feeling of hurt;
I thought everything had burned and turned into dust.
But it is all coming back, slowly and painfully,
With a feeling that every ***** of my body is being ripped apart.
After all, even in science, it is said:
Energy can never be destroyed, nor created in this universe.
And this is exactly what is happening in my heart.
Mar 22
Mar 22, 2026 at 10:39 AM UTC
We are villains, we are not cowards.
We will die if we must,
but we will never sacrifice our loved ones.
We are villains, not cowards.
We would burn the world down
if they dared to touch
even a single strand of their hair.
We are villains, not cowards.
We were human once,
but we were wounded so deeply
that even the Lord did not care to save us.
We are villains, not cowards.
We held our swords till the very end of the war,
even if we were the only ones left standing.
We are villains, not cowards.
We held our heads high
even when death itself tried to tear us apart.
We are villains, not cowards.
We had a heart once,
but it was stomped on
by the ones we trusted most.
We are villains, not cowards.
Villains are made not born some wise men said those words once.
Mar 3
Mar 3, 2026 at 11:35 AM UTC
I sit at the table after a long day when I see you walking in.
I don’t know why, but the moment I saw you, my heart began to race and a smile crept onto my face.
Everything seemed to fade away.
When you sat beside me, that faint smell of coffee drove me insane.
That little twitch near your eye when you start to smile,
And the way you flip your hair when you feel sassy,
Made me stare at you with a quiet longing.
You made me long for what I thought I could never have before.
You made me want to hold your hand and laugh at every joke
Until my voice turned rough.
You made me want to hold you and lift you up,
So that my princess wouldn’t have to do any work.
Your blue eyes made me want to stare into them,
As deep as the Pacific Ocean.
You made me feel like I finally belonged to someone.
And I still sit here in the same spot, writing this,
Hoping I might catch another glimpse of you.
Mar 2
Mar 2, 2026 at 1:19 PM UTC