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Never Forget You

My heads a mess,
I'm going insane.
My life's inside out,
I'm gonna lose my brain.
It's all about a woman,
And what she means to me.
I can't go on without her,
I can't just let her be.
She says that she
Can only be my friend.
But with a love like this,
I cannot let it end.
Everything was perfect,
With a love that was strong.
I know what I did,
Which make everything wrong,
I had a violent tongue,
And I had cold heart.
I wish I opened up,
Then we wouldn't apart.
I laugh and I joke,
I play my part.
But under this smile,
Lays a broken heart.
We're living separate lives,
Miles from our dreams.
I pretend that I'm happy,
Nothings what seems.
Now she's saying,
She's got to move away.
I wish I could do something.
Just to make her stay.
If only for a week,
Just to make see.
That her love,
Was made for only me.
And that my heart,
Was always hers from the start.
I know I've done wrong,
I learnt that from the past.
But this time round,
I will make it last.

Copyright © Ronald Tinmurth | Year Posted 2016



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A Letter To Granddad

A Letter to Granddad I remember the last moments before you passed away Walking out the door, and hearing you say “I can’t remember his face, I can’t remember his name” I could hear in your voice, your suffering and pain It truly hurt to notice, what you had become Seeing you so fragile and physically numb They dosed you up med’s so you didn’t hurt But it all did was drain you, make you less alert You became more and more fragile every time I would visit I had to keep telling myself , you were terminally hit The night you finally passed to the other side There was no one with me, no one at my side I had to stand there, as the guy that was strong Not just for myself, but for everyone Because of my ways, I had no time to grieve Which made me push friends, to the point they would leave I started taking my pain out on the ones that was close They knew I was hurting, but I hurt them the most For years and years I kept it all in a bottle Until one day, my foot hit the throttle I started to lash out, I’d scream and shout I wouldn’t tell anyone what it was all about Then I met some special, I know you would approve She would have melted your heart, without a point to prove She made me realise, I had something to do That’s go to your grave side, and talk to you I hadn’t done that, since the day you were rested I should have gone off my own back, not when suggested But the longer I left it, the harder it was getting I didn’t want to lose my strength, didn’t want upsetting I know it was selfish, and being selfish isn’t me Thankfully that special one, made that clear to see I had a lot of grief, that I held for so long When I visited you, it all came out as one Now I feel I have finally had that chance grieve, I can become stronger, and I can start breathe I only have one thing, that I have left to say I love and miss you granddad, each and every day

Copyright © Ronald Tinmurth | Year Posted 2016

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Fallen Soldier

I was once a soldier,
Always standing tall.
Going through my problems,
I would never fall.
But every now and then,
Something comes along.
It makes us feel so weak,
Makes us not so strong.
I've felt the torture,
I've gone through pain.
I've gone through the things,
That sends people insane.
I've gone through hell,
And I bounced right back.
I've been to the dark side,
Where everything is black.
But this time,
I'm left in the gutter.
No-one sees my pain.
And no-one sees me suffer
I smile on the outside,
I'm screaming on the in.
How do I show my pain?
Where do I begin?

Copyright © Ronald Tinmurth | Year Posted 2016

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Oh Mandy

I’ve dropped 2 pills and an 8th of Phet Waiting for the rushes, waiting for the sweat Listening to the music, feelin’ every beat waiting for that melody which sweeps me off my feet The beat drop’s out, music’s lost pace My heart’s started racing, there’s a trickle down my face I can start to feel tingles, my body start to shake This rush is going to hit me, just like an earthquake Now I’m in the rush, most ravers are the same We’re lost in our music, lost in the game Reaching for the lasers, hairs stood on end On a euphoric journey, I don’t want to descend The beat drops in, I return to the room Left wanting more of my euphoric bloom

Copyright © Ronald Tinmurth | Year Posted 2017

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Anxieties

ANXIETIES You shouldn’t judge me, I’m few and far between. Don’t sit there judging, inside my head is unseen. I may stand in silence, but I take it all in. Our worlds aren’t so different, we live it in sin. There’s masses of voices, ones that keep me quiet. Inside we’re not different, so don’t imply it! Maybe you sense, that I don’t belong If you got to know me, you’ll be proven wrong. I try to be communal, but I have slow social growth. I feel my life is infertile, this life that I loathe. 'Get yourself out', that’s what people say. 'Meet other people, get your nerves out the way'. But when the time comes, for me to get out. I converse in my head, give myself doubt. You say that I’m keeping my-self isolated, But this world is so cruel, and my views get slated. You call me bitter, and it gets me frustrated. So I will keep my silence, leave you uneducated I want to get out, and join society, I want to scream out loud, EFF YOU ANXIETY!

Copyright © Ronald Tinmurth | Year Posted 2016



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United Against Terror

Let us make our voices become one,
Stop this genocide now, before it’s fully begun.
We need to come together; we need to UNITE,
To stop the dropping of bombs, there’s no reason to fight.
War won’t make Earth better place,
It will only start the demise of the Human race.
Too many innocents will die hour by hour,
They'll blame it on terror, but it’s for control and power.
Soldiers think they are fighting for freedom and peace,
Because of the lies that our media release!
Everything you read has had mass manipulation,
By the new world order, and their governmental direction.
How many years of devastation must we see? 
Just so the elite can have their killing spree.
Our soldiers are deployed like they’re tools of system, 
Making them believe they are heroes of this cataclysm.
After the war there will no heroes, no glory,
Just blank faced soldiers, with their sad story.
I will ask this last time, let’s make our voices become one
Stop this genocide now, before it’s fully begun.

Copyright © Ronald Tinmurth | Year Posted 2017

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Enchanted Hearts

When we met we were broken soles. 
Our hearts looked rough, rugged and old. 
Both had scars and memories hard to erase. 
Together we'll be stronger,
in all possible ways. 
I place my heart in her hand, 
and she placed hers in mine. 
I took hold of her gift, 
so fragile and sublime. 
Now we have each other’s hearts, 
forever we shall keep. 
There will be no more hurting no more pain, 
and no longer will we weep. 
Every day as we grow, 
we will no longer be afraid. 
Old memories will vanish, 
and our scars will fade. 
These two damaged hearts that became attracted. 
Have now become, beautifully enchanted.

Copyright © Ronald Tinmurth | Year Posted 2016

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Back Stabbers

BACK STABBERS
How can we say we are loving our lives?
When we’ve got to hide from friends who carry knives
These aren’t the weapons they use to hack
But the ones they like to dig right into our back
You’ve got to be careful who you put trust in
You never know when it’s you they will be discussing
They will drag anyone down making their name dirt
They will lie and deceive with the bull that they spurt
You shouldn’t care for the things that they say
Karma will visit them and will make them pay
The people they spurt to will know their words aren’t true
It doesn’t make them as bad, if they come running to you.

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The Truth Will Out

The Truth Will Out Every dog has its day, But soon enough it will fade away. When its day has been and gone, You will see I’ve done nothing wrong. It won’t be long until you realise, I’ve been painted by a thousand lies. Don’t look at me acting in shock, You know I’m not wearing the devils frock. When I’m on the up and I’m on the rise, Don’t come to me looking for a prize. You listened to the devil and you sold me out, You should believe in me without any doubt I won’t let myself go out unheard, That dog is going to be running scared. When everyone sees the lies it’s spread, They will also see, he’s gone in the head When it’s over and the dogs feeling sad I won’t go out hating, even if I'm mad This is the last round, yes the final bout. As great lady told me once, THE TRUTH WILL OUT.

Copyright © Ronald Tinmurth | Year Posted 2016


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