#modernpoem
hey!
you
there
in the dark
come into the light
i cannot see you
is that you
baring your teeth at me
or are you grinning
at my
unknowingness
that's it
don't be shy
it's just the glare
cascading off the reflection
of the wading pool
shining back
at you
at me
at us
together
in this
darkness
but
if we come into the light
we can dance
ripple the water
& change the tide
until it
no longer knows
where you begin
& i end
May 19
May 19, 2026 at 11:57 AM UTC
I wouldn’t say a single word;
I’d let you soar like a secret bird 🐦
Up above, where skies are wide,
I’d keep my silence—my love would hide.
If you had wings, I would not call,
For fear my voice would break your fall.
I’d watch you drift from cloud to cloud,
And love you softly, but never loud.
If you had wings, I’d never chase;
I’d let you vanish without a trace.
For wings belong to skies, not me,
And love must never cage the free.
But you have no wings to take you far;
Your steps still echo where we are.
And since you walk this world the same,
I dare to whisper your hidden name.
So here I stand, with nothing to hide—
No wings between, no need to glide.
If you can hear, then let it be:
I’ll say it all… you’re everything to me.
Jan 2
Jan 2, 2026 at 8:53 AM UTC
__Mr, Mr__ —
I heard you said you’re a bad kisser,
maybe cause your lips never learned
what love you're supposed to go after.
You freeze mid-moment like you’re scared
she’ll see the ghosts you keep behind
your awkward laugher
__Mr, Mr__ —
She could have bought you a Ford
just for you to focus— keep pushing
forward, but my mind kept on stalling,
I think she changed her hair once —
soft brown to the color of her healing —
but **** I never noticed.
__Mr, Mr__ —
She said she was waiting for me to kiss
her first, but **** I never noticed.
It’s my fault — I was raised to be cautious,
I was taught love was something you approach
like a stray dog, slow and quiet, hand out first,
hoping it doesn’t chew out your emotions.
__Mr, Mr__ —
No I’m not her Mr — just the man
who never moved, never noticed,
and never said stay. Just her bad kisser.
Oct 27, 2025
Oct 27, 2025 at 2:50 AM UTC
I wanted to stay
and bellow out from
the depths of my heart
how very much I loved you
**** But I knew our demons
would blow the horn to
another ****** war if I did
I love you darling, very much so
only.. from safe distance.
#TinaRSH
Jan 23, 2020
Jan 23, 2020 at 6:43 AM UTC
Through and through, he pulled me through
With a magnet in his heart, a dream in his smile
Befallen me, a timeless masquerade
And Ceaseless feet
That mindless grew, grew, grew...
Did I ever pause to rob a quick kiss
Or glance a furtive glance?
I know not, I know not.
No momentary pause , he took me high
He took me high
And higher and higher we flew.
Where did we travel to?
I couldn't say, I had no clue.
And When The world fell asleep
I muttered to his sweet ears:
I have always loved you.
Tina RSH ©
Oct 15, 2017
Oct 15, 2017 at 1:09 AM UTC
No this wasn't platonic, white and placid
Made out of crimson cherries and blueberries
It was amplifying, reddish, corrosive as acid
I couldn't move my jaw, or breathe; I choked
Like breathing was an illusion I saw before my eye
No! This didn't go away with time.
It resided, very well groomed in my heart
Oh closely! Listen! Can you hear it beat?
And thump, and pound and pound and pound!
No it wasn't an aimless seed planted perfect
It was an explosive, a bomb you say!
What has this world got against my heart?
It cracked, held still and shattered, by sudden?
No! Well rehearsed plots, undergoing attacks.
And words came bursting out,
And blood flooded my mouth
And specked your charming face .
And I fell...
Into your arms, you ask?
No! Onto the ground..
Onto the solid ground that kept me company.
You left, my dear!
Knowing not! Knowing not!
How my craze is a realm of love
And a touch of reality...
Tina RSH ©
Sep 24, 2017
Sep 24, 2017 at 5:13 AM UTC
Yes! She was me in a way or two
She suffered from inadequacy
A pink rose who wasn't sky blue
In terms of beauty speaking,
She didn't have enough palms to hold attention
Her eyes no ocean to push a lover through
The girl I killed was petite and serene
khaki trousers ,white woolen pullover
Timeless words, her mouth full of God
She was a gifted, gifted scene in daily deja vu
I never saw her from what she was
I never breathed her breath or saw her cry
Instead, I destroyed her habitat, I cut her mahogany hair
I cut her tender voice through
I killed the girl I knew
In a sense, I've killed myself dozen times more ado
I lost the girl who whispered : I am you.
Tina RSH ©
Sep 24, 2017
Sep 24, 2017 at 5:09 AM UTC
Flightless owl
Who knows the dark corners
Of night sky like the back of his hand
His protruding eyes no longer shine
To keep this darkness aglow
Ah Sky, this mourning widow
The evil surges through her blood
And removes each star like a brushstroke
Only to leave scars all around her body
This life is poor, ******
A burning hell with no flames, no light
To keep this mess together tight!
Darkness speaks, and the owl sees.
tragedy occurs out of hand
And out of place
With no good hands to keep it safe
With no trace to track
This world runs amock
Oh this pain never ends.
And sky cries ever louder..
Tina RSH ©
Aug 16, 2017
Aug 16, 2017 at 9:11 AM UTC
I was an unshaped sculpture, wet, raw and transparent.
As is death behind a fallacious smile.
I knew nothing of intemperate stars
That appear every night, And fade in a matter of hours.
To reappear on a nightly basis.
Till there is no night anymore.
Perhaps my vision is blurred
For all these packs of little gifts I receive everyday pills.
Pink, bone-white, orange and blue.
Wherein witches, no singing, scream lullabies to my ears.
But so does this world seem to fade in and out
Till there is no night anymore.
I look for lost meanings in a rose bucket like a life-long challenge.
I look for drought in children of the sombre clouds in my neighbourhood
That lay on the storm-beat shrubs as midday approaches.
To cover up the clumsy repetition of early mornings.
But oh darling! One day there is no night anymore.
Flirty gestures, handsome men and outbursts of tears
Will turn to ancient words in hardcover manuscripts.
Through which we continue to live a dreamlike life!
Dispensed from life itself and made to live in a glass box.
Transparent, still, with ****** reeks on its windowpanes.
And the blood stains remain, till there is no night anymore.
9.02. 17
Jul 15, 2017
Jul 15, 2017 at 7:04 AM UTC
O floating cloud!
Take me to the end of the world
Deposit me on a solid piece of ground
My fists need to bite every inch of dust
My arms need to embrace the thin air
And declare their nothingness
My hidden tears need overflowing
And this thorn in my throat
This thorn in my throat
Scratches my voice
Blood pours out of my words
And I breathe in a touch of silence
The antidote to a dozen weeps
I cannot withhold
I am one with the serenity
Of a frozen lake,
And The tranquil blackness of winter nights
O floating cloud! Be proud!
I have no wind to carry me anymore.
Tina RSH ©
13.07.17
7:23 PM
Jul 13, 2017
Jul 13, 2017 at 10:54 AM UTC
Behind the veil of truth, there is love
The charcoal sketch of your beautiful face
That no artist could ever paint, but God himself
The warmth of your hands, that no fire can produce,
Makes my heart melt right through my chest
Where my love for you sleeps like a baby
I would savour the taste of your lips
Just the way champagne tickles my tongue
And tea burns my throat on a freezing day
I pray for the sun to never rise, after you are gone
I pray for this earth not to exist
When you step into the heavens above,
I pray for my bones to be broken,
When your touch is no longer there to give them strength,
A simple tender touch, that keeps my bones in their place.
And you, pulled into my embrace,
Where the universe continues to live, while it has died everywhere else.
Your smooth skin under my gentle caress,
Feels like raindrops falling onto the ground
Death may come and take away the flesh,
Life, however, winds on between your soul and mine!
For life never stops between two lovers.
Jul 3, 2017
Jul 3, 2017 at 6:04 PM UTC