Sirmoh Inked Balladry

22 December 2025 17:23

Weightless Gravity.

Her smile
slips in like spring rain,
soft, alluring, impossible to ignore.
It curls around my thoughts,
stirring something I can’t name,
provoking a pull I can’t resist.

It rearranges the room quietly,
shifting the mood of the moment.
I chase it silently,
wanting it to linger longer.
Each glance is a spark,
brightening the dull in my lull.

It hides, returns,
daring me to notice,
leaving traces I can’t discard,
marks of a presence that won’t release me.

And in that pursuit,
I find myself leaning closer,
caught in a weightless gravity
that exists only where she is.

~ The Modern Romeo
22.12.2025

https://artatheartinklings.wordpress.com/2025/12/22/weightless-gravity/

Sirmoh Inked Balladry

10 December 2025 14:18

https://artatheartinklings.wordpress.com/2025/12/10/bleeding-on-the-asphalt/

Sirmoh Inked Balladry

29 September 2025 13:42

Mystic Smile

Whenever you don that mystic smile,
like the true African queen you are,
the room leans closer,
walls forget their duty,
and my heart abandons its rhythm.

Your voice—velvet poured slow,
a hush aware of its own power.
Even silence bends to you,
thirsting for the next syllable.

Your gaze carves kingdoms out of dusk;
and I, a wanderer,
find myself crowned in your shadow,
kneeling before light I cannot hold.

Let the night bear witness:
you are no dream, nor legend,
but the storm that unmakes certainty—
and remakes me breathless.

~ The Modern Romeo
29 Sep, 2025

https://artatheartinklings.wordpress.com/2025/09/29/mystic-smile/

Sirmoh Inked Balladry

05 September 2025 18:04

Harbour Triptych
III. Ashes of the Tide

Even death can’t touch the beauty you harbour,
but beauty cannot stitch absence,
nor return what is gone.
Your absence lingers in the air—
like the musky scent of rain,
a shadow without a body,
a fire reduced to smoke and ashes.

I press my palm to the window,
listen for your voice in the walls.
Cold glass, no reply.
My ribs echo hollow,
still haunted by the tide
that once filled them.

Take my heart when you go—
but you are gone already.
What rests here beats alone,
a fractured metronome,
marking time for no one:
driftwood, waiting on an empty shore.

~ The Modern Romeo
- cycling poet
5th Sep 2025

Sirmoh Inked Balladry

16 August 2025 19:02

HARBOUR: TRIPTYCH

(I) Anatomy of Tides.

Even death can’t unmake what you carry
nor dim the wild bloom of thy smile,
that quiet radiance,
a constellation stitched beneath your skin.
I orbit, sometimes landing,
settling into the space between your ribs,
teaching my body your language.

Take my heart when you go,
in its place wear mine—
like two vessels exchanging tides,
or two roots feeding the same stem,
each drawing strength,
each giving breath.

We live inside one another’s weather:
your storms sharpen me,
my calm steadies you.
Like waves returning to sea—
peacefully, steadily,
no longer different tides,
but the same horizon unfolding.

~ The Modern Romeo
16th Aug 2025

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Sirmoh Inked Balladry

02 August 2025 02:28

https://artatheartinklings.wordpress.com/2025/08/02/passing-through/

Sirmoh Inked Balladry

29 July 2025 02:06

https://artatheartinklings.wordpress.com/2025/07/29/echo-between-raindrops/

Sirmoh Inked Balladry

06 July 2025 20:53

https://artatheartinklings.wordpress.com/2025/07/06/pedal-after-pedal/

Sirmoh Inked Balladry

09 June 2025 21:23

Modern Mask, Timeless Fire.

You dance barefoot, bold,
conjuring storms with stardust steps—
a rebel spun from earth and ash.
But I see magic, too,
in reflections touched by light,
a digital flame in pixel night.

From filters and gloss,
there’s courage in crafting your shine.
Not every mirror is shallow—
some are altars.

You wear wildness like a secret.
But the still frame can scream, too.
The screen holds ghosts
as much as dreams.

Filters? A modern mask—
wrinkles wrapped in goddess craft.
Curated thirst is still a flame.
Why shame the spark
that plays the game?

I know your spell is deep,
your stardust rare—
but I’ve been hexed by baddies too.
A toast to them:
edges sharp, skin laid bare.

- Modern Romeo
'The cycling poet'

Sirmoh Inked Balladry

27 May 2025 00:48

I Want a Woman
by The Modern Romeo

I want a woman, not a girl—
someone shaped by more than moments,
a presence that doesn't shrink when things get loud,
nor cower when tribulations run high.

A woman who's mine in this vast world,
one whose smile lights up my face,
whose love no force could ever replace.

I want a woman who's hers before she's mine,
who meets my eyes with meaning,
and leaves me steadier just by being near.
Not someone to fix or mould,
but someone to grow beside—
who knows silence doesn't mean absence,
and trust isn't earned in promises, but presence.

I want a partner who sees the cracks and stays,
who doesn't flinch when the weight gets uneven,
who reminds me what I'm chasing when I forget,
who steadies me on the path to success
when I go astray.

I want a woman who chooses me each day—
not because she needs to,
but because she wants to.
Because in all her freedom,
this us makes sense.

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Sirmoh Inked Balladry

12 May 2025 19:17

A Fair Maiden

A fair maiden she is, a beauty like no other,
With grace that stirs the winds to whisper,
Eyes that hold the calm of dawn—
The morning star would call her sister.
Blush of sun rays on her cheeks,
Stars grow shy when she speaks.

She walks as though the world is her stage,
Like an angel, untouched by age.
No jewel nor bloom could quite compare
To silken strands of her flowing black hair.

When she speaks, the heavens pause,
Time itself yields without cause.
Her laughter rings like chimes in spring,
Songbirds hush when she sings.

She holds a quiet, gentle power—
A storm wrapped in a blooming flower.
A muse whom every heart awaits,
The soul behind love’s sweetest fates.

No verse, no canvas, stanza, or hand
It could make the world quite understand
That she—this dream, this gift from above—
She is a fair maiden, a beauty born of love.
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~The Modern Romeo
12th May 2025

https://artatheartinklings.wordpress.com/2025/05/12/a-beauty-like-no-other/

Sirmoh Inked Balladry

29 April 2025 15:48

"Someone once asked me,
'Why do you listen to reggae always?'
And I paused...
Because, how do you explain a sound that lifts your spirit when the world pulls you down?
How do you explain music that feels like truth, like love, like home?
I told them —
'Let me show you.
Listen closely, read attentively.

https://artatheartinklings.wordpress.com/2025/04/29/reggaeeee/

Sirmoh Inked Balladry

23 April 2025 19:32

https://artatheartinklings.wordpress.com/2025/04/23/echoes-of-you/

Sirmoh Inked Balladry

19 April 2025 20:34

Who knew,
Whilst He’s dying for their sins,
The bloom of my being breaks unseen—
Palpitating with spasms of pain,
Tearful grandeur,
Dying unlike Him, for thyself,
Never to rise again.

There are no thorns on my brow,
Yet the wounds within still bloom—
Invisible, relentless,
A quiet kind of ruin.
Not crucified,
But slowly coming undone,
By memories that linger
Like ghosts in the marrow.

He'll ascend to light,
Whilst I descend in darkness,
Threaded tight in linen of grief.
Who knew resurrection wasn’t for everyone?
Some of us stay buried
In perfectly folded smiles—
Moving, breathing,
Long gone beneath.

https://artatheartinklings.wordpress.com/2025/04/19/who-knew/

Sirmoh Inked Balladry

04 April 2025 10:32

We Will Not Kneel
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They strike us down in daylight’s glare,
spewing bullets with reckless abandon.
Bodies lie motionless on the tarmac—
as if silence can be bought with fear.
But we are a raging storm, a rising tide,
voices they cannot erase.

They wield power like a weapon,
a dark cloud looming over us.
Cold and cruel, hearts made of stone,
but here, we make our stand.
We will not be bought nor swayed—
we will fight, for our freedom, our rights,
for the accountability owed to us.
Democracy against tyranny.

By our voices, by the bullet, by the gun,
by the blood of those taken,
we will stand where cowards crumble.
We will fight until the shackles break—
for a people awakened will not kneel.
We will etch our defiance in fire.
Let justice be our shield and defender.
We are the people, we are the pulse—
and we will never back down again.

~ The Modern Romeo.
4th Apr 025

Sirmoh Inked Balladry

10 December 2025 14:19

Bleeding on the Asphalt

In a spur of a moment,
shots tore the air,
splitting the day clean open.
People ran, others froze,
their shouts of liberty
breaking into wails the sky couldn’t hold.

Banners fell.
Shoes and bodies lay scattered,
dreams cut from the futures
They were fighting toward.
Teargas rose quietly,
ashamed of its own work.

Yet through the smoke,
a cracked voice climbed upward —
then another.
Fire catching fire.
Proof that fear can wound,
But it cannot silence a people.

History may sand down the edges,
But we remember it raw:
names in the dust,
echoes stitched into our throats,
a dream bleeding on the asphalt
where thousands more will rise.

~The Modern Romeo
10th Dec 2025

Sirmoh Inked Balladry

16 November 2025 20:14

A Fool

A fool, yeah, I was —
a borrowed heartbeat,
a silence you could wound in peace,
a placeholder between your absences,
the hush that filled your pauses.

You spoke of love
as if it were a borrowed coat,
worn only when the air grew cold.
You never touched me,
you just reached —
and I mistook the gesture for warmth.

I mistook your silence for depth,
your uprightness for maturity,
your distance for mystery,
and built meaning
where there were only shadows.

Now I carry your ghost
the way one carries a scar —
not proudly, like a battle-worn soldier,
but because removal
would bleed too much.

~ The Modern Romeo
16.11.2025
https://artatheartinklings.wordpress.com/2025/11/16/a-fool/

Sirmoh Inked Balladry

26 September 2025 20:57

Midnight Ballad

You’re my favourite poem,
that recountable stanza,
My muse, rhythm to my blues.

You fold mornings into rhyme,
turn small silences electric.

Your touch writes fire on my skin,
each sighs a hidden rhyme,
each kiss a verse that lingers.
Each smile a refrain,
turning ordinary hours into ballads
that echo long after the night has dimmed.

I carry you like a melody,
humming beneath my breath,
a rhythm stitched into my marrow.

So let me recite you endlessly,
line after trembling line—
for in you I find the pulse of poetry,
And in your echo, I find myself.

~ The Modern Romeo
Sept 26 2025

https://artatheartinklings.wordpress.com/2025/09/26/midnight-ballad/

Sirmoh Inked Balladry

24 August 2025 14:19

Harbour Triptych
II. Faltering Currents

Even death can’t touch the beauty you harbour,
But it cannot mend what unravels,
nor steady the distance
growing like salt lines across our shore.

The air between us thickens—
once it carried laughter,
Now it carries only weight.
When we speak, words arrive broken;
Your silence floods the room,
while mine deepens the tide.

Take my heart when you go.
In silence, place it beside yours.
Let it rest there—not to bind,
but as remembrance.

Once we moved as one current,
Once we beat in tandem,
Now I carry the echo alone,
Drifting like wreckage,
toward unshared horizons.

~ The Modern Romeo
24th Aug 2025

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Sirmoh Inked Balladry

04 August 2025 20:51

A Soft Disrupt.

I didn’t plan to notice much,
But then you scrolled by, a soft disrupt.
That smile? Trouble, in the best way.
Eyes that steal what hearts won’t say.
A presence pure, calm and sure,
With edges sharp and quiet allure.

Your eyes — talk of a soft-spoken queen,
With glints of fire, calm and serene.
They draw you in, then let you float,
Like dusk that tricks the light to gloat.
Not loud, not staged, just something rare,
A beauty unaware, beyond compare.

No lines, no game, no borrowed charm,
Just truth wrapped neat in quiet stanzas.
A stranger, sure — but I see, I feel,
And pen what beauty dares conceal.
If I’m out of place in writing here,
Tell that exotic smile to....disappear.


~ The Modern Romeo
'cycling poet'
4th Aug 2025

https://artatheartinklings.wordpress.com/2025/08/04/a-soft-disrupt/

Sirmoh Inked Balladry

30 July 2025 01:20

https://artatheartinklings.wordpress.com/2025/07/30/not-yet/

Sirmoh Inked Balladry

28 July 2025 02:56

https://artatheartinklings.wordpress.com/2025/07/28/i-remember-the-ache/

Sirmoh Inked Balladry

20 June 2025 01:27

When I Look at You.


They float in silence, tethered to machines,
Far in the skies, decoding distant gleams,
Chasing telescope-glimpsed particles, light-years wide
They orbit myths, in endless drift,
Yet I see more in you than stars could ever gift.

But I am grounded by your gaze.
No maps, no moons, no chartered phase
You hum with pull, like tidal tunes.
Your laugh rethreads the arc of noon,
Your breath, a comet’s quiet trace,
Your stillness, gravity held in place.

Let them chart the night,
Let them taste illusions dressed in light.
I've stood where wonder truly came:
Not from the sky,
But when you shaped the air with my name.

~ The Modern Romeo.
'' The Cycling Poet ''
20th Jun 2025

Sirmoh Inked Balladry

07 June 2025 00:07

Verses in Motion

From stanzas and rhyme,
Sonnets and verbal cues,
To miles and cadence,
Pedals and speed in view.

With each breath, a quiet stanza,
Each stroke of the pedal, a perfect rhyme.
Structures that once confined
Now yield to gradient roads unfolding.

The frame hums like a thought,
The gears tick with intent.
As spokes begin to spin,
Every corner carves a sentence.
The world blurs into verses.

The wind—an unscripted language.
The climb, a raw ascent;
No metaphor insinuated
When breath becomes lament.
No finish line in sight, no grand reveal—
Just presence and shifting gears.
Each mile unpacks new memories.

With the sun upon my shoulders,
And dusk to close the page,
I find in every journey
A peace beyond the cage.
Some lines are best discovered
In motion, in open air.

~ The Modern Romeo
'Cycling Poet'
7th Jun 2025

Sirmoh Inked Balladry

14 May 2025 13:39

Fading Ghost.

They laugh, they jest, they throw their shade,
I smile, laugh along—a mask well made.
But underneath, it’s a private hell,
Where silent screams and shadows dwell.

Their voices thunder, cruel and loud,
I walk these halls, lost in the crowd.
Words like knives, each taunt a sting,
You call it fun, but why this aching?

I dread the mirror, hate my name,
Feel so unclean without the blame.
In silence still, I sit, I cower,
Afraid to speak lest truth gain power.

I wish they knew what it has cost,
The parts of me that are now lost.
A fading ghost I’ve come to be—
Smiling, hollow, quietly unseen.

- The Modern Romeo
14th May 2025

Sirmoh Inked Balladry

10 May 2025 09:41

GRACE IN THE GRAVE.

Death is an analgesic,
To all life’s tribulations and pain—
A quiet balm to screaming, searing thoughts,
A cure you all fear to name.

An end to all pursuits and futile expectations,
It doesn’t care for reasons,
Nor ask if you held on—
It welcomes kings and beggars alike.

When dreams decay, turning into nightmares,
And hope wears thin with each new dawn,
When joy becomes a shadowed ghost,
And every light feels dead and gone—

It waits for thee, not cruel, but calm and still,
No judgments passed, no debts to pay,
Just freedom from the weight we bear,
Relief from all the pain we carry,
The tears we shed.
A drifting off to dreamless sleep,
An eternal, blissful night.

There lies an end—not bitter—
No battles left to fight,
No mourning for tomorrow,
No more wailing or gnashing of teeth,
No craving for the light.

Let no guilt or dread prevail,
For death is not a curse, but grace—
A way to see it through,
A cure that time can’t erase.

- The Modern Romeo
8th May 2025

Sirmoh Inked Balladry

27 April 2025 06:54

Art Within My Heart.


You're the art at thy heart,
my muse, my music,
a melody etched within my soul,
the softest song in a restless world,
a symphony that only my soul can play.

You're my guiding light,
an angel unseen,
whose laughter brightens my silent skies,
whose whisper turns shadows into dreams.
A masterpiece from heaven above,
a stroke of colour in my greyest days,
a wonder no eye, but mine could behold.

A beauty, a rarity,
precious and profound,
you're the heartbeat I never knew I missed,
the quiet forever I long to call mine,
the home my heart has searched for in vain,
a miracle I found in the folds of time.


~ The Modern Romeo
27th April 2025

Sirmoh Inked Balladry

23 April 2025 19:28

ECHOES OF YOU.

They say,
"Out of sight, out of mind,"
Yet you still run through mine.
You're my Earth, my stars, my Milky Way—
With you, life’s foundation, I long to lay.

In silence, your name softly calls,
An echo that bounces through my walls.
I trace your shadow in the air,
A presence felt as though you're not here.
The stars still hum your favourite tune—
A song that quiets my restless mind,
Engulfed in memories we once designed.

Your laughter lingers in the breeze,
Bending branches, stirring leaves.
Your scent wafts gently through my nose,
As I fold your shirt among my clothes.
Even the moon leans in to hear
The silent ache of love is sincere.

Though miles may stretch and days may pass,
My love for you will never falter.
In dreams, your touch still finds my skin—
A promise whispered deep within.

~ The Modern Romeo.
23rd Apr 2025

Sirmoh Inked Balladry

17 April 2025 22:59

I stand in silence, love in hand,
Yet fear wraps tight like shifting sand.
My love for you—a steady flame,
It burns with passion none can tame.
But still a worry haunts my mind,
A quiet ache I cannot bind.
Afraid I’m cast in a lonely tale,
A fleeting breeze, too soft, too frail.

Under the stillness of dark sky, I wonder:
Am I enough? Doing enough?
Am I soft where others dared—
Too still, too slow, too deeply scared?
Do I fill your heart, or just your days?
Am I just a passing through,
A chapter closed before it’s due?

Your past—a story I wasn't in—
Still echoes loud beneath your skin.
You lived a life where love ran wild,
Louder names and dreams beguiled.
And here I am, heart raw and unsure—
A quiet soul with a love so pure.

I don't drive fast or dine in gold,
But I’d be the warmth when nights grow cold.
So still I ask with trembling grace:
Do I hold your heart or just your space?
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~ The Modern Romeo.
17th Apr 2025

Sirmoh Inked Balladry

01 April 2025 16:04

A Love Once Had.
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She was like daffodils in full bloom,
A burst of redolence in my gloom.
Her laughter, music to my ears,
Danced like morning’s golden spears.
Her voice wove through the silent air,
A melody beyond compare.

She was the star in my darkened skies,
A guiding glow in my weary eyes.
And I became her shadowed knight,
For a moment, her heart's delight.
Her yin, her yang, her fated thread,
Tristan to her Isolde instead.
Oh, how I wish I'd known instead—
It was but a dream I misread.

Now she's gone, a whisper lost,
Drifting on a river crossed.
I reach for echoes, find but mist,
A love once held, now sorely missed.
I wish I'd seen, I wish I'd known,
She was my fate, my heart, my own.
But now she's lost in endless night,
A vanished glow, my stolen light.

~ The Modern Romeo.
1st Apr 2025