Put Your Hand in My Hand: Poem

Put Your Hand in My Hand

New normal dismissed a traditional handshake.

People accept now a hand bump

As meeting and greeting popular sign. –

I think that we need a shoulder and a hand

To make the best of every bump

On the road as we climb

Out of the dirt, my little friend. –

Now what, babe? Do not cry!

You will be fine!

Put your heart in my hand,

You know that I am your best friend!

Love, life, and laughter until the end. –

Shhh! Please do not say a word,

You are my world!

 

We can create a paradise

Out of the life-game dice.

Baby, you are so wise!

I am mesmerized by you,

And my feelings only grow by you!

Let me hear you said, “Me Too!”

Put your hand in my hand

Like a pass through yoohoo

My hand is in your hand subdue.

My Lady, I am surrounded by you!

Please tell me that you love me too.

Tomshinsky@2025 

Climbing Stairs: Poems

 Climbing Stairs: Poem

One stair, two stairs,

And go, without stops and fairs.

Tell me, child, where are you going? –

Please do not stop glowing

Climbing stairs to get upstairs. –

How far do you want to go? –

I try to get to the land of grow.

I am climbing stairs for success

Because I am in a hurry to express

My thoughts, emotions, more, or less.

You know, I am blessed!

One stair, two stairs –

Climbing the stairs

It is different than taking a bus.

I learned not to fuss –

One stair, two stairs,

And more, do not stop and fair.

Go ahead! Let us know when to say the prayer.

Never show your salty tear.

Try to write and say it loud and clear:

Rise and go ahead and declare

The state of the fanfare

By climbing upstairs

Do not stop writing’ affairs!

Run, run away from any nightmares.

Take your hardware!

Do not be unaware

Of the temptations’ backstairs,

Downstairs, upstairs,

And do not listen to any doctrinaire’s

When you reach the top to share

The glory of care.

Always leave for others some spears

Of your crafts of solitaires.

Tomshinsky@2025

Afraid: Poem

 

Afraid

What am I afraid of?

Dark nights without light off.

Daylights not long enough.

I am afraid that dreams of predictability,

Will carry the love responsibility.

What if I like the small kisses again

And the squeeze of your gentle hand

Thant does bring pain

But gives the thrill in the veins?

Will my life be better? –

Trust is a difficult matter.

Sometimes, it can make you greater.

Try one more time,

Do not cry, you do already try!

Tell me, are you afraid of what? –

Maybe the heart will bleed.

Maybe I will dance with my feet.

Maybe these are lies and greed

And we will not be fit.

I am not afraid

To raise my voice clear and loud,

When I give you a warm hug and bug,

To speak honestly, and only truly,

With small acts of compassion

And my personal thoughts with passion.

Tomshinsky@2025

Is It Beauty, or What? Poem

 Is It Beauty, or What?

Where does beauty come from?

Beauty and love are everywhere. –

Please give me your love. –

Everything comes for a reason from above.

Beauty and love are everywhere,

When you have really care.

Some people say beauty comes from how you speak.

Other people say, from the way you treat

People are everywhere from nowhere

If only you listen and care.

Many women are after money,

Others are after fame and honey.

What do you claim? –

Do not blame fame on the golden frame! –

I do not want to be rude

To those who interrupt and intrude.

I cannot wait a moment more,

And I cannot go very low.

Something special is about you.

I want you to be mine in every way

Every day, every day as I may.

I dream of the future of endless memories

Love, laughter, and small kisses.

Even without dressing up,

Without good light and makeup,

You are gorgeous before you wake up.

I cannot wait a moment more.

I want a beautiful woman beside

Mine side, and beyond for more!

Tomshinsky@2025

What Do Men Want? Poem

 

What Do Men Want? Poem

Every guy wants respect.

Also, to value them, and be understood.

Expect, expect, and reflect.

The boys from nowhere

Know what they want and expect.

Respect, respect, and reflect.

They do not have fair

To check the profiles

As they actively look for smiles.

So many times, they run into wrong!

All they wanted to belong

And stay beside female along.

Single, widowed, and lost

Deserve the second chances most.

They paid a high price of cost

For their muscular need

And their kindness to lead.

Please, give the guys a chance –

Their love is intense!

Tomshinsky@2025

True Queen: Poem

 True Queen: Poem

A true Queen 

Protects three things

Without any blinks.

First of all –

The first call –

Her King! 

Also, let’s try to ring

The second thing –

It is her throne,

Her sweet dome,

The home from any enemy and drone.

Finally, the third thing –

It would be her kids

That one day you would be meet.

So sweet, meet and greet!

Real Queen indeed

Loves children and family,

Her King, O’ Lord! 

He will never fail to be the King!

She protects the link to her dear King

In every way with paper and ink.

He never went out with another Queen, 

And he only gave her the heart and the ring.

A Queen, not everyone,

Must protect her energy with a gun

Also, self-respect, confidence, peace and money.

It is not funny.

Nobody wants to be a dummy.

Stay away from disrespected worlds,

Digital fraud, and sweet sugar words.

Believe in family all the way,

And obey!

Tomshinsky@2025

Pelicans: Poem

 

Pelicans: Poem

Pelicans, Pelicans

Are mythical creatures

At Key West, Pelicans’ Islands

Or at the ocean’s beach

Hunting for fish and finch.

Thanks for the 20/20 vision,

And the beak like a purse.

Wings are the transport

That brought those giant birds

From ancient times

To our days’ time rhymes.

What is unique about a pelican? –

His bill can hold food more

Then a belly can.

The bird takes enough food in a beak

That is enough to survive for a week.

Soaring is not a crime.

A pelican sees everything with a sharp eye,

When she flies with grace,

The bird does not race.

Pelican takes it time

And do not splash the water,

When hunting fish for dinner.

Pelicans represent ancient history.

They are such a mystery.

Tomshinsky@2025

Painting: Judith Prager

Fairy Tale's Mail: Poem

 

Fairy Tale’s Mail

Here comes the daily mail

And my first Fairy Tale came.

What is it about? -

A boat of clouds

Without any doubt.

About angels and fairies,

Butterflies and other mythical ferries

The Angels of springtime

Ride down with the southern wind

The Angels of summer

Ride down on a flower.

The Angels of autumn

Ride in style of hue and golden.

What about the Angels in winter? -

They got lost in the cold

Stocked within the winter storm

As the mail man told.

They could not remember the last name

And almost faint.

Tomshinsky@2025

Spring Had Sprung: Poem

Spring Had Sprung: Poem

Spring had sprung.

What is the music of spring?

What does it mean?

Music comes from an icicle,

And an early ride on bicycle,

As it melts, to live again

As spring water and white crane

Music comes with good health, happiness,

And the gentle spring appearance.

Also, purity, long life, and grace -

The other music of youth and innocence.

Music comes from endless

Birds' calls to mate

That makes everything great.

Spring is the beginning of everything

Like endless happiness.

Tomshinsky@2025

She doesn't want your money

She doesn't want your money.

She can pay for her own things.

She wants you to kiss her on the forehead and make her feel safe.

She wants to spend time making memories with you through the day and snuggle up next to you every night.

She wants to go for those evenings drives where you interlock your fingers with hers and just blast the music and the window down and the wind blowing through.

She wants to be able to talk to you about anything in life.

She wants those hugs where you just pull her in tighter because you missed her all day.

She wants you to be there late at night when she hears all those random noises around the place while she's laying in bed.

She wants you to choose her every day and to value the little things in life like she does.

She wants to do these things and she doesn't want to do these things with anyone else.

All she truly wants is the person that was specifically for her in this generation.

Author: Cody Bret

Artist: Mystical Antiquity

Love

 Love: Essay

Great lovers are made, not born. Love is an art, and when a man understands this art, he can create magic in a woman’s life.

For a woman, love is not just an experience—it is a transformation. When she dives deep into the ocean of love, she does not remain the same. She blooms, she glows, she becomes the most beautiful version of herself.

This art of love is a blessing for her. It is the oxygen that keeps her soul alive, the warmth that makes her feel safe, and the light that helps her see the world in brighter colors. She craves this kind of love, not because she is weak, but because she is meant to experience it. It is her birthright to be loved in a way that makes her heart dance.

At least once in her life, every woman deserves to experience this magic—to know how a violin’s melody feels like whispers of love, how colors blend like emotions, how chocolate melts like passion, and how seeds touch the soil with a promise of life. Love, when given with depth and devotion, is a luxury. It is not something ordinary—it is extraordinary.

When a woman is loved this way, she becomes a different woman. She walks with grace, speaks with softness, and carries a light in her eyes that the world cannot ignore. She no longer doubts her worth because love has shown her that she is precious.

And dear men, if you wish to be remembered, if you wish to leave a mark on her heart, learn the art of love. Be the man who turns her world into poetry, who makes her believe in magic, who teaches her that love, when done right, is the most beautiful masterpiece......

Brocken Heart

 

Loneliness: Poem

 

Loneliness

According to the definition

Loneliness is a human condition.

Loneliness has a room to grow,

And you cannot loneliness overgrow

Because it is tunneled to bury the pain

With every single vein.

All it does for a sensitive person

To be sorry, and worry.

 

Sometimes we share our story

Because we trust and later, worry.

We expect people will understand you

And we don't let cattle stand in your way,

Accept the disappointments fellow you.

Loneliness suits lioness.

Strong character survives alone.

Socialite, shy, and sensitive soul below –

Loneliness gives you the room to grow.

Tomshinsky@2025

Loneliness

[Image: An Oleander (1882) oil painting in the Romanticism style Dutch painter Sir Lawrence Alma-Tadema, OM, RA, RWS (1836-1913).]

"Loneliness is the human condition. Cultivate it. The way it tunnels into you allows your soul room to grow. Never expect to outgrow loneliness. Never hope to find people who will understand you, someone to fill that space. An intelligent, sensitive person is the exception, the very great exception. If you expect to find people who will understand you, you will grow murderous with disappointment. The best you'll ever do is to understand yourself, know what it is that you want, and not let the cattle stand in your way."

- Janet Fitch,

White Oleander

Grief: Essay

 Grief

Grief is not just an emotion—it’s an unraveling, a space where something once lived but is now gone. It carves through us, leaving a hollow ache where love once resided.

In the beginning, it feels unbearable, like a wound that will never close. But over time, the raw edges begin to mend. The pain softens, but the imprint remains—a quiet reminder of what it once was. The truth is we never truly move on. We move with it. The love you had does not disappear; it transforms. It lingers in the echoes of laughter, in the warmth of old memories, in the silent moments where you still reach for what is no longer there. And that’s okay.

Grief is not a burden to be hidden. It is not a weakness to be ashamed of. It is the deepest proof that love existed, that something beautiful once touched us in life. So, let’s feel it. Let’s mourn. Let’s remember.

There is no timeline, and there is no ‘the right’ way to grieve. Some days are heavy, and some feel lighter. Some moments bring unexpected waves of sadness, while others are filled with gratitude for the love, we were lucky enough to experience.

I try to honor my grief, for it is sacred. It is a testament to the depth of my heart. I believe that in time, through the pain, we will find healing—not because we have forgotten, but because we have learned how to carry both love and loss together. It is important to stay strong, only strong can survive.

Tomshinsky@2025

Bring Your Lips Closer to the Phone: Poem

 

Bring Your Lips Closer to the Phone

Don’t be a woman who needs

A man. Be a woman a man needs.

These are my keys!

When you call on the phone, it makes me feel

With my mind and my body.

Bring your lips closer to the phone.

There are no bills to pay when some burn.

Be woman a man needs. –

What does it even mean? –

Listening, learning,

And non-stop growing.

Take some risk,

Bring the lips

When you are on the phone.

You will know

That you born

With these lips and hips

To take the risk!

Do not be a woman who needs

A man. Be a woman that a man needs.

You will feel the body call

Put your lips closer to the phone

As romantic romance is on.

Tomshinsky@2025

Freedom and Liberation: Poem

 

Freedom and Liberation: Poem

If I had freedom

Without limitation

I would have liberation

To go out and have everything

The heart deserves and desires.

Let me think about

The concept of it! –

Freedom of what?

I need the freedom to create.

I need my freedom to react

And to be able recognized what is fake.

I cannot live without self-expression! –

Drive yourself from the limitations! –

I deserve the freedom of speech,

You know, the woman can preach,

Especially when alone.

Tomshinsky@2025

Shades of Blue: Poem

 Shades of Blue by AIBM

A hush of dawn, serene and bright.

It dances in waves that kiss the shore,

A melody sung forevermore.

The sky at noon, vast and wide,

A canvas where soft white clouds glide.

The hush of twilight, deep and true,

A fading sigh in sapphire hue.

Blue is the tear that longs to fall,

A silent ache, a distant call.

The echo of love, both lost and found,

A color that soothes yet knows no bound.

From icy peaks to ocean’s deep,

In gentle dreams and secrets keep,

Blue is the soul, the endless view,

A world wrapped soft in shades of blue.

Sometimes We Meet

 

 

Sometimes We Meet

Sometimes you meet

People for a reason.

Sometimes they fit

And sometimes they do not.

Sometimes they use you

Out of the blue, very true.

Sometimes, it is a lesson

As an old fashion recreation.

The role of everyone you meet

It is to test you and to teach you.

The force from above is blue

And brings the best in you.

Amazing people are rare,

Life sometimes is unfair

But it’s always worse to live and breathe,

And feel blue in you,

Very true, very true.

Tomshinsky@2025