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Depression - ACROSTIC

Depression Acrostic 


Depression, it’s not just in your head,
Enslaving your soul, “I’d be better off dead.”
Poisoning your attitude
Retarding your mood.
Eternal slumber,
Solitude replaces laughter, 
Sailing out into the sea of tears,
In my head, I scream, but no one cares,
On and on I scream, no one hears,
Not a soul, my pleas fall on deaf ears.


Composed by:
S. Ronthorpe

Copyright © Samual Ronthorpe | Year Posted 2011



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Bipolar

I am bipolar, That’s what they say, Maybe the mood swings. Gave me away, Maybe it was the battle going on; Much deeper inside, That caused me to run, That caused me to hide. Peaks and valleys, up and down, Try to stay the course, They pull and they push, twisting, Tug and shove, inside out, I am powerless to this force, I am not living, just existing. The world is full of wonders, Happy breezes are blowing, The fresh air tastes sweet, My aura radiates, I am glowing, Roaming free on the open range, Mania rules on the peak, Soon it will change. This evil is back, Taunting me, haunting me, An overbearing cloak of black, Do not cross me, Or you will come to regret, The beast that swims, In my twisted sea. It’s too late, It has begun; crystal clear, Eyes wide open; heavy breathing, Tunnel vision and hate, The beast is seething, No time to run, no time for fear, Submit to fate. Regret is a vengeful troll, Who is always around, Rage is the noise, making a deafening sound, Anger is a blanket, suffocating my soul, Tortuously slow, Eating me alive, keeping me cold. No place to turn, nowhere to go. Never give in, never give up hope, In view of the trouble ahead, Buckle up and try to cope, Remember what I said, This is you destiny, punishment for your sins, To wait for history to repeat again.

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Raw Emotion

This poem is written in the Sestina form.




Raw Emotion

Under the cloak of anger,
In a world full of despair,
Surrounded by misery and pain,
Engulfed in darkness,
Loss of hope,
No control.

To keep oneself under control,
Fight through the darkness, confront your anger,
Don’t give in to despair, search for hope,
The search can be painful and full of despair,
Lead me out of this angry darkness,
Help me control the pain.

I can’t deal with this pain,
I am lost in the darkness, out of control,
Totally lost, totally dark,
Searching, hoping, use that anger!,
Break through the darkness, conquer despair,
It is within your control, give in to hope.

Despair is neutralized within the realm of hope,
You cannot control the pain,
Anger is the offspring of despair,
Which cannot be defeated, only controlled,
This desperate child named anger,
Sits silently cold, in the darkness.

God, relieve me of this anger, take this darkness,
End this pain, restore my hope,
Give me the control to master this anger,
So I can leave the darkness and end the pain,
I am asking for less anger and more control,
Grant my prayer, O’ Lord, end my despair.

Totally lost and completely desperate,
Angry and confused within the dark,
Hopelessly lost, losing control,
Searching for answers, needing hope,
To lift this darkness and end the pain,
I don’t want to be controlled by this anger.

Never get so desperate as to lose control,
Even if it’s painful and dark,
Rely on hope to deal with that anger.


Original poem written by S.Ronthorpe
© 2011

Copyright © Samual Ronthorpe | Year Posted 2012

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The Wolf, Coyote, Fox and Hound

The Wolf

The wolf guards her brood,
Bones of trespassers before,
Death to the unwarned!

My snarl says it all,
The wolf rules this land, no doubt,
Tread lightly, my friend.

The lone wolf unleashed,
Don’t trust the strange traveler,
Trust is never free.


The Fox 

The fox senses spring,
The hound is too tired to fight,
Conflict delayed, friends.

The hound hides in wait,
"How smart are you, Miss Foxy?".
Nature in action.

The fox loves to play,
The hound takes his role to heart,
Frustration sets in.


The Coyote

The coyote sleeps,
Wild pheasants roam peacefully,
Hunger soon brings death.

Sunset brings brown death,
The rabbit tastes too gamey,
A nice change of pace.

A cry in the night,
The coyote is a force,
Mutual respect.



Original work written for
The Contest:
“PD’s  INNER ANIMAL”      ¤¤ 7th Place ¤¤
By: Samual Ronthorpe


If you enjoyed this, I have an expansion to the "Fox" section of this poem, it is titled, "Miss Foxy and Hound".

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A Curious Mind

A Curious Mind


Is there really gold at the end of a rainbow?
This is one of the things I’d like to know,
If you get too close to a nuclear plant,
Would you glow?

If I look into the sun,
Just before the eclipse has begun,
Will I necessarily go blind?
Or is that just superstition?

Why doesn’t a ducks quack echo?
Why don’t I have the patience to learn piano?
This is what a curious mind asks,
This is what a curious mind wants to know.

Having a curious mind,
Is the best way to be designed,
Every new thing is an adventure,
So many wonders to find.


Original poem written for:
The contest “Short Poem Contest”  ¤¤ 8th Place ¤¤
Composed by: Samual Ronthorpe.

Copyright © Samual Ronthorpe | Year Posted 2011



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Flight - less -

Flight (less) 

Flight is a gift from God - The Bald Eagle spreads her wings 

The Emperor Penguin is a novel sight,
With an crown of gold around the scruff,
Heavily insulated and robbed of flight,
Icy swims, bitter cold, these conditions are rough,
The emperor survives, despite.

New Zea land's pet bird,
Don’t eat this kind of Kiwi,
They can’t fly and are not safe,
National Symbol,
This little guy likes the night,
Smells dinner from far away.

The Emu looks like its cousin,
The Ostrich and his kin are grounded.



Original Poem written by:
Samual Ronthorpe for the contest:
“four DIFFERENT BIRDS IN FOUR DIFFERENT forms”  ¤¤  4th Place ¤¤

The four forms are:

1) Monoku
2) Sicilian Quintain
3) Choka
4) Crystalline

Composed 4-27-2011 ©.

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Good Night - Good Morning

Good Night / Good Morning


Big Night.
Highlights.

Love starts.
Weak Hearts.

Black lace,
Staircase.

All night,
Firelight.

Next day,
Hallway.



Original Poem Written for Dane Ann Smith’s contest:
“Valentine Footles”     ¤¤ 8th Place ¤¤

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Gods' Secret Spot

This poem is done in the Rubaiyat Style. 4 quatrains long. Enjoy.





Gods’ Secret Spot

Oh snap, look what my eye done seen,
A limpid pool reflecting gold and green,
Behind are some peaks, reaching for the sky,
So clean, so pristine.

A little red shack sits on the edge of the plot,
In this land, what you have is what you got,
Life uninterrupted, pure, uncorrupted,
Gods’ little garden, in Gods’ secret spot.

Look to the north and what do I see?
Mighty peaks looking down on me,
But the true wonder of this day,
It’s presented by God, and it’s totally free.

So, when life gets you boiling hot,
And you are bewildered and emotionally shot,
Just remember the serenity you received,
While visiting God’s secret spot.


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Written for contest:  Use Rubaiyat Form

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Miss Foxy and Hound

Miss Foxy and Hound 

The fox senses spring,
The hound is too tired to fight,
Conflict delayed, friends.

The hound hides in wait,
How smart are you, Miss Foxy?
Nature in action.

The fox loves to play,
The hound takes his role to heart,
Frustration sets in.

Lone opossum roams in.
The Hound comes to Foxy’s aid,
It’s complicated.

Cherry Blossoms bloom,
Foxy outsmarts Hound again,
The Hound likes his friend.

Autumn winds blowing.
They both know their time grows short,
Hound will miss Foxy.

Winter winds bite deep.
Foxy thinks of Hound, fondly.
It’s a lonely time.

The circle of life,
‘Twas just a matter of time,
The reaper commeth.

Spring winds blow, sadly,
Foxy searches for her friend,
Silence all around.

Miss Foxy now knows,
“My foe is gone!”, with a tear,
I will miss you, Hound.

Copyright © Samual Ronthorpe | Year Posted 2011

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Why Poets Write

Why Poets Write


Why do poets write?,
Why does the moon shine at night?.
Why does water fall with such grace?,
Why is a rainbow such a beautiful sight?

So, why do poets write?
Do they write because the moon shines so bright?
Do they write because water falls with such grace?
Or is it because of the majesty of a hawk, in flight?

Poets write because that’s what we do,
Whether it be a Sonnet, Etheree or Haiku,
We see things through our own prism,
And write about it in our creative point of view.

This is why I write,
I write because I see beauty in the moonlight,
I appreciate the splendor of a waterfall,
And the majesty of a hawk, in flight.

I write because it feeds my soul,
Writing the perfect poem is my ultimate goal,
I write, I do my best,
The rest is out of my control.

The perfect words, in the perfect order,
Follow the rules, no pressure,
Slowly see your creation come alive,
When it works, there’s nothing better.

Poets, generally, don’t write for the glory,
We heal people by proxy,
We are emotion peddlers,
And we do it all for free.

I can’t speak for everyone, nor would I try,
My urge to write is something I’d best not deny,
Or things go drastically wrong,
Like ice, in the middle of July.

So, regardless of why you write,
Keep your vision in sight,
Take criticism with a grain of salt,
Never get discouraged, never get uptight.


© 2011

Copyright © Samual Ronthorpe | Year Posted 2012

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