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Sirmoh Inked Balladry

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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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INK AND FIRE.

With this mighty pen, I'll slay,
I'll write away,
What's in my heart and head—
I'll bare it all.
With it, my skin I'll puncture,
I'll gush and bleed on paper,
Pour myself out,
Washing my soul clean.

Through ink-stained expressions,
Storied with pain and sorrow,
Interwoven in deep trenches
Of tears, fears, and regret.
Yet with this mighty pen,
I'll respire to inspire,
Deconstruct and restore,
Create whole new canyons, bridging.
Worlds, hearts, and minds.

With rhyme and metaphors,
Alliteration, assonance, consonance—
I’ll weave symphonies from silence,
Etch echoes into eternity,
Forge rebellion in sonnets,
And whisper revolutions
Between the lines.

Each verse, a tempest,
Each stanza is a spark,
Kindling hearts, igniting thought,
Unveiling truth in the guise of art.
For with this mighty pen,
I do not merely write—
I bleed, I build, I burn,
And from the ashes, I'll create.

- The Modern Romeo.
27.03.2025

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Love Eternal.

I'm crazy over you,
Entangled with dreams of being yours
Encompassed with throes yet to be,
A whisper in the wind
A fire that never wanes

I long to be the Lancelot to your guinevere
Defying odds and crowns, forsaking all
For a love that transverses through time
Yet never dares to fall

The romeo to your Juliet
Not a tale of sorrowed woe
But one where love outlives the grave
Where time halts to let us grow.

The Antony to your Cleopatra,
Bound by fate, defying the universe
Even if the heavens conspire
I promise to love you through the wars.

I'm crazy over you
More than words could dare to prove
No legend shall tell our love complete
For only we'll define it's truth.

- Modern Romeo

https://artatheartinklings.wordpress.com/2025/03/23/love-eternal/

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Boundless Devotion
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Under moonlit streams, where echoes gleam,
And stars baptize the slumbering night,
A whispered sigh, a fleeting dream,
Bids my restless soul take flight.

For every whim, each fervent desire,
I'd steal the sun, outshine its blaze,
Bend the wind, make tides conspire,
Move the mountains, shift the days—
All to bring thee near my gaze.

Let golden moons in midnight’s shroud
Unveil their glow upon thy skin,
Where fate and time, together bowed,
Proclaimed where my soul begins.

For in thine eyes, my fate is spun,
Two hearts unshackled, soaring free,
No chains remain, nor gate nor sun—
For thee, I'd dare infinity.
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By The Modern Romeo
March 5, 2025

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Serenade of her smile.

When the morning dawns,
it whispers a gentle song,
Her smile appears,
where my joy truly belongs.
It dissolves every trace
Of gloom or doubt that lingered near.

Her laughter is a melody, so pure and clear,
A spark that dances through the air,
Turning shadows into light, bright and fair.
So serene, soft, and rare,
An essence of wonder, completely unbeguiled.

Her eyes hold the secrets of untold skies,
Twin worlds of endless grace,
A story of marvel, both brave and bold.
Her grace is like petals kissed by dew,
A radiant light I’ll never outgrow,
A dream made real, yet always new.

~Modern Romeo
10.02.2025

https://artatheartinklings.wordpress.com/2025/02/10/serenade-of-her-smile/

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Rising Sun

In the deep shadows, I tread alone,
Facing the dark nights, heavy and long.
Wrestling with a multitude of pain,
Battling aches I have come to know,
But I stay strong.

With each fevered breath, a silent fight,
Seeking sweet relief from the shadowed night.
My body bends, my will grows frail,
But I won't break.
Every breath I take is a quiet vow.
I'll embrace every ache
And rise above this moment now.

I am the storm, fierce and bold,
A tale of grit and resilience yet to be told.
I rest, a fighter healing slow,
Letting the pain and burdens go.
For dawn will come, and I will see it through;
The rising sun, and so shall I too.

~Modern Romeo (S.S)

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# Sunshine.

From the moment I laid my eyes on you,
Talked to you, everything in my dull world,
Seemed, changed for the better.
It's as if you brought sunshine into my life,
Erasing sorrow,
filling my days with warmth and light.
Your presence radiates happiness,
Ushering a joy never seen before.

Your smile, a sunrise, soft and divine,
Chasing the shadows, making my life shine.
Your laughter rings like a dulcet melody true,
Fills my soul with pure delight,
The sweetest euphony I’ve ever known is you.

Each moment of knowing you feels like spring,
A bloom of fragrance, hope in everything.
You've become my compass,
My heart's gentle guide, with you
The world's easier to stride
With every glance, my spirits arise
You're the sun, the brightest star in my skies.

You're my sunshine, my guiding light
My morning glow, my day, my peaceful night
The light in my life I'll never let go
A gift so rare, my dream come true
I hope you see and know
My heart's with you wherever you go.

~The Modern Romeo
25.12.2024

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Sunshine.

You make my day,
With every glance, you set me ablaze
The sight of you leaves me in a daze
A perpetual state, wishing you I'd embrace
With you near, I unravel, undone

I may fumble words,
but within this rhyme, I'll try.
With your enchanting smile,
you light up my gay days
With every glance you cast,
You fuel a raging inferno within,
Leaving me yearning for more.

So take my hand and walk with me,
I'll bring joy abound, never make you blue.
Give me a chance,
I'll spin you 'round life's sweet dance.
And show the depths of requited love.
If you'd allow, you'll see love bloom
Just you and me.
For you're the sunshine I've always prayed for.

~ Modern Romeo
08.12.2024

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Veils of Deception.

They make us vacuous promises,
In return, we sing them praises.
Better living conditions,
Affordable medical care.
Least we knew,
about themselves they only cared.

They speak of justice, loud and clear,
But turn away when it draws near.
Feasts at tables whilst adorned in gold,
While we stand outside, left in the cold.
What is their word but hollow air,
Full promises, deeds hollow,
A fleeting mask of false repair?

We toil, we fight, for daily bread,
Backs burned under the sun,
While they grow fat on words unsaid.
Deception in broad daylight,
Drowning our taxes in pit-like bellies,
Yet still, they rise in our despair,
Forgetting that we bestowed them there.

But one day soon, the tide will turn,
the seas will cease calmness,
And those false thrones will crash and burn.
For voices silenced will be heard,
Lives lost will be avenged,
And justice won’t be just a word.

~ Modern Romeo
25th Oct 2024

https://artatheartinklings.wordpress.com/2024/10/25/veils-of-deception/

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Mon Chéri

In the hush of the morning sun rays,
You're my first thought; my heart's delight.
In your eyes I see stars gleaming,
I see my dreams in fruition
Whispers soft like the evening breeze
Mon Chéri, you're the calm that puts me at ease.

With every glance, my heart seems to dance
Singing With every beat
You're my moon, my guiding light
Your presence turns dark to light,
Eradicating the gloominess within,
With you Mon amour, the world feels right.

You're my muse,
a love I'll never want to lose.
As the leopard can't change its skin,
As the river flows in one direction,
As there's time, the earth still exists,
Mon chéri,
I'll forever cherish and love you.

~ Modern Romeo
Sep 26, 2024


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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/

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"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/

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

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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/

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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

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Persona of the poem - A distinctive, introspective writer who sees their pen as a weapon & a tool of transformation. Someone who pours their emotions using poetry as a means of self-expression, healing and revolution.

Concept/meaning of the poem - This piece explores the power associated with words in the form of writing and how it can serve as a form of catharsis, allowing the writer to outpour their emotions on the page whilst also acting as a force the source for inspiration, rebellion and change.

It also suggests how wordsharbouruimmensense power that can heal, inspire, destroy and rebuild something anew.

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Eclipsed in Desire.
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From dusk till dawn,
You'll be mine, my own, my all.
Under candlelight’s quivering glow,
Swathed in yearning, cloaked in longing,
A slow-burning fire erupts from within,
Like a volcano stirring beneath the earth.

Your whispers—soft, sultry—
Your touch—a spark, a searing flame
Ignite an inferno deep inside,
Breathless, weightless bodies entwined,
Lost in the abyss of the night’s embrace.

Your lips—sweet intoxication,
A wine I sip with ravenous thirst.
Drunk on fervour, on need, on insatiable craving,
No seconds to squander, no minutes to waste.
The air, thick—laced with hunger,
A rhythm unspoken, a desire untamed.

Sighs like poetry, moans like melody,
Skin to skin, a fevered embrace.
Synchronized movements, urgent, slow,
No time, no space—just ebb and flow.

The night stretchs and dawn creeps in
But we're still lost in the heat
For in your arms, i long to stay
Again and again, till morning’s light
Two souls consumed in endless delight.

~ The Modern Romeo.
25 Mar 25

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Good morning to a soul so bright,
A spark that turns the dark to light,
Gloom to glee, pure and free.
The morning breeze may whisper low,
But your laughter is the sweetest glow.

May sunshine dance upon your face,
And fill your day with warmth and grace.
So rise and shine, embrace the day,
Chase your dreams in your own way.

May this day be kind to you,
With clear skies, intentions true.
And when a smile graces your face,
Know someone dreams of your embrace.

-Modern Romeo.

https://artatheartinklings.wordpress.com/2025/03/13/good-morning/

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Under di Moonlight.

Under di moonlight, with you near,
Whispering words only you can hear.
From the moment mi eyes met you,
Mi heart found rhythm, mi soul just flew.

Like Babylon rivers to di endless sea,
Mi love keeps flowing, drawn to thee.
Your laughter—a song, soft yet strong,
A melody sweet where mi heart belong.

Like Congo drums, mi heart beats true,
Your touch, like sunrise, warm and new.
You ease mi troubles, soothe mi pain,
Loving thee, mi heart remain.

Jah must've carved you from heaven's glow,
A light so pure, like a Marley show.
Like roots entwined, strong and deep,
Mi heart is yours, forever to keep.

Mi queen, mi dove, mi sacred love,
Blessed eternal, in Rasta love.

~ Modern Romeo
21.02.2025

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https://artatheartinklings.wordpress.com/2025/02/02/love-me-like-my-demons-do/

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https://artatheartinklings.wordpress.com/2025/01/02/masterpiece-2/

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A story Unwritten.

I often thought I'd end up alone,
Devoid of happiness or love,
but then you came along,
And you proved me wrong.
In you, I found everything I was looking for,
a reason to smile every moment in time.

Although it's a new,
I feel something special blooming
between me and you.
Every glance and touch feels new,
Reigniting a fire I thought was forever quashed.
You've brought light and warmth into my life,
I'm learning to trust in unfamiliar ways

Your laughter echoes within places
I thought were bare
Bringing down walls I didn't know were there.
I don't know what the future holds,
But with you, it feels like a beautiful thing.
Your words, so soft and kind,
Unravelling doubts that once plagued my mind.

No promises yet nor plans set in stone
Just creating moments with you,
that feels like home.
I'm ready to see where this path shall lead,
With patience, hope and hearts that are freed.
It's early I know but I feel the start,
Of something rooted deep within my life and heart.
Let's savour this tender beginning,
Of a story unwritten, a love anew, just spinning.

- Modern Romeo
17 .12.2024

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Unrivalled Grace.

This is for you, my lady,
Who brings joy to my day,
A woman of unrivalled grace.
The sight of you leaves me in a trance,
A rare vision, one in a million,
With a smile that no one can replace.

For when you smile, the shadows flee;
Even the weariest soul finds glee.
Your laughter—oh, how it rings,
Like a melodious symphony,
Ensnaring me with the joy it brings.

You brighten my days of grey anew,
With each word spoken and each laugh from you.
Every thought of you fuels me.
So here’s my heart, in words laid bare,
For none but you, beyond compare.

~Modern Romeo
07/11/2024

https://artatheartinklings.wordpress.com/2024/11/07/unrivalled-grace/

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