Poems Inspired by Robert Frost
#RobertFrost
Poems inspired by the American poet Robert Frost. Here you'll find poetry using the style, themes or characters found in poems, prose, plays and letters by Robert Lee Frost. Along with poems about Frost himself, including praise, criticism and memorials.
Ogbonna
Poem Published
28th Aug 2022 11:29pm
28th Aug 2022 11:29pm
Salman Rushdie
Intrepid gadfly;
the voice of dissent.
Multiple times stricken,
multiple times resolved.
Though he bleeds,
still the pen that chides never bleeds,
nor is it obliterated.
For three decades and four,
death he evaded,
still, multiple times stricken,
evasive he remains.
the voice of dissent.
Multiple times stricken,
multiple times resolved.
Though he bleeds,
still the pen that chides never bleeds,
nor is it obliterated.
For three decades and four,
death he evaded,
still, multiple times stricken,
evasive he remains.
#RobertFrost
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Shinobi
Poem Published
22nd Sep 2021 5:02am
22nd Sep 2021 5:02am
Mama's Old Recipe
tangled in a spinning wheel
this yarn has been spun
shards from a kaleidoscope
cascading in the sun.
misty water-color memories,
of black velvet clouds
and Grandma's old recipe
shades of autumn flow
with whimsical thoughts
of cinnamon and almonds
the smell of charred hickory
and Grandma's old recipe
wild mountain honey drips
down the side of a cypress tree
cool spring waters dribbling
from a brook that's babbling
cedar chips tossed...
this yarn has been spun
shards from a kaleidoscope
cascading in the sun.
misty water-color memories,
of black velvet clouds
and Grandma's old recipe
shades of autumn flow
with whimsical thoughts
of cinnamon and almonds
the smell of charred hickory
and Grandma's old recipe
wild mountain honey drips
down the side of a cypress tree
cool spring waters dribbling
from a brook that's babbling
cedar chips tossed...
#kindness
#spiritual
#humankind
#nostalgia
#RobertFrost
292 reads
1 Comment
Josh
Joshua Bond
Joshua Bond
Poem Published
6th Oct 2019 11:13pm
6th Oct 2019 11:13pm
Story Poem, Nr.15 — The Wall and The River
Four generations, friendly, side by side
our two families had farmed, with the old wall
a place for meeting and shaking of hands
discussing harvests, the weather, a stall
for the Christmas Fayre; plus old friends who’d died.
The altercation came one Fall when cows
of mine, just twenty or so, were found
eating his grass, having crossed a broken spot
where crumbled stones collapsed in a small mound
rolled down the slope to where the river flows.
He banged hard on my door, smelling of drink ...
our two families had farmed, with the old wall
a place for meeting and shaking of hands
discussing harvests, the weather, a stall
for the Christmas Fayre; plus old friends who’d died.
The altercation came one Fall when cows
of mine, just twenty or so, were found
eating his grass, having crossed a broken spot
where crumbled stones collapsed in a small mound
rolled down the slope to where the river flows.
He banged hard on my door, smelling of drink ...
#relationships
#war
#countryside
#PTSD
#RobertFrost
936 reads
17 Comments
PoetsRevenge
Poem Published
27th Dec 2018 11:10pm
27th Dec 2018 11:10pm
Christmas Trees (A Tree Still Stands)
A bare lot there stands
That used to be forested in fir balsams
Yonder past the glen,
Where chicadee nests rustle softly
Behind which place, flying they now land.
Yellow stumps now where felled
With much commotion to even birds
Their winter chirps had been overheard by
Men in flannel shirts and leather gloves,
Raining sawdust as they worked.
I saw a man the other day
With woodchips on his clothes and in his beard
Heading down from behind the hill
His eyes twinkling, greeting hello.
Then I heard a...
That used to be forested in fir balsams
Yonder past the glen,
Where chicadee nests rustle softly
Behind which place, flying they now land.
Yellow stumps now where felled
With much commotion to even birds
Their winter chirps had been overheard by
Men in flannel shirts and leather gloves,
Raining sawdust as they worked.
I saw a man the other day
With woodchips on his clothes and in his beard
Heading down from behind the hill
His eyes twinkling, greeting hello.
Then I heard a...
#forest
#trees
#Christmas #RobertFrost
#Christmas #RobertFrost
590 reads
6 Comments
PoetsRevenge
Poem Published
21st Dec 2018 9:58pm
21st Dec 2018 9:58pm
A Late Walk (A Love Of Late)
Walking up to Autumn’s gate
Blocked in part by blooms of late
Bowing heads to shortening days,
Scattering seeds on stony stays,
I step to reach the yellowed maze
Of crumpled stalks and fallen blooms
Eaten by hungry birds and hares,
No longer alive, it seems too soon.
Even a tree looks downward on
Its summer splendor faded, gone;
It sends a branch that cracks to fall,
Its windswept story told to all.
Written upon the winds of time,
Never fully telling its earthly rhyme,
A story of late foretold in aster...
Blocked in part by blooms of late
Bowing heads to shortening days,
Scattering seeds on stony stays,
I step to reach the yellowed maze
Of crumpled stalks and fallen blooms
Eaten by hungry birds and hares,
No longer alive, it seems too soon.
Even a tree looks downward on
Its summer splendor faded, gone;
It sends a branch that cracks to fall,
Its windswept story told to all.
Written upon the winds of time,
Never fully telling its earthly rhyme,
A story of late foretold in aster...
#love
#fall
#RobertFrost
#LifeCycle
#aging
686 reads
12 Comments
PoetsRevenge
Poem Published
12th Dec 2018 8:09pm
12th Dec 2018 8:09pm
Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening (Endless Winter: A Poet's Heart)
Whereby each flake of downy transience
Aloof, finds not earthly sense,
But to land, it is recieved:
Conforms to its ground on a patchworked fence.
A farmhouse afar is a block enshrouded
Never moving to find us of it clouded,
Housing each protected hay-bale and beast to serve us
It waits so unmoved and ever so grounded.
As my steps sink ever lower to reach
A half-frozen sod to soak my feet
I think of how well the barn keeps dry,
I wonder how much like us, its woodwork is incomplete.
A crystalline...
Aloof, finds not earthly sense,
But to land, it is recieved:
Conforms to its ground on a patchworked fence.
A farmhouse afar is a block enshrouded
Never moving to find us of it clouded,
Housing each protected hay-bale and beast to serve us
It waits so unmoved and ever so grounded.
As my steps sink ever lower to reach
A half-frozen sod to soak my feet
I think of how well the barn keeps dry,
I wonder how much like us, its woodwork is incomplete.
A crystalline...
#countryside
#winter
#snow #RobertFrost
#snow #RobertFrost
618 reads
8 Comments
PoetsRevenge
Poem Published
7th Dec 2018 11:00pm
7th Dec 2018 11:00pm
The Road Not Taken (Autumn Woods: A Poet’s Road)
Deep in the woods I saw a clearing ever winding into its depths.
Pulled, I was to walk untoward, leveling each untrodden dirt mound.
I wondered what secrets could it hold, for what could I resist it without regret.
I had not seen all I desired to see and would by evening yet,
My resistance to my own curiosity fell in haste to the ground.
I felt a chill come over me, a crisp Autumn pang I imbibed,
I knew if I did not go forth the snow would bury truths undiscovered, unfound.
I wondered what was under each leaf, what had I yet not...
Pulled, I was to walk untoward, leveling each untrodden dirt mound.
I wondered what secrets could it hold, for what could I resist it without regret.
I had not seen all I desired to see and would by evening yet,
My resistance to my own curiosity fell in haste to the ground.
I felt a chill come over me, a crisp Autumn pang I imbibed,
I knew if I did not go forth the snow would bury truths undiscovered, unfound.
I wondered what was under each leaf, what had I yet not...
#forest
#trees
#nature #RobertFrost
#nature #RobertFrost
843 reads
10 Comments
Amorous_tryst
Poem Published
30th Nov 2018 10:22pm
30th Nov 2018 10:22pm
Collateral Damage?
seeking solace within the bar
thinking money's now their test
and gazing at the bare tip jar
sans the beating on their breasts
gone their jobs, their livelihood
how long they've missed that factory whistle
remembering of where it stood
for the making of iron pipes and nipples
"another round", they call to Doug
as creaks the stool upon they sit
watch the flow from tap to mug
killing time by smaller sips
yet, cross an ocean or...
thinking money's now their test
and gazing at the bare tip jar
sans the beating on their breasts
gone their jobs, their livelihood
how long they've missed that factory whistle
remembering of where it stood
for the making of iron pipes and nipples
"another round", they call to Doug
as creaks the stool upon they sit
watch the flow from tap to mug
killing time by smaller sips
yet, cross an ocean or...
#LifeStruggles
#peace
#RobertFrost
779 reads
11 Comments
Ahavati
Tams
Tams
Poem Published
29th Nov 2018 8:37pm
29th Nov 2018 8:37pm
Stars
( after Robert Frost )
I saw them once, at first light
glistening upon water --
drifting aimlessly, shooting ducks
ignorant of slaughter --
Their light-force dwindling rapidly;
I wanted to warn them, Run! --
Sunrise will assimilate you!
But, my heart held back words
They appeared content, trusting fate;
I could do no more than watch --
suddenly realizing Death
is full payment for Life
What was it I wished for
( while ignorant of sorrow )
as they plummeted...
I saw them once, at first light
glistening upon water --
drifting aimlessly, shooting ducks
ignorant of slaughter --
Their light-force dwindling rapidly;
I wanted to warn them, Run! --
Sunrise will assimilate you!
But, my heart held back words
They appeared content, trusting fate;
I could do no more than watch --
suddenly realizing Death
is full payment for Life
What was it I wished for
( while ignorant of sorrow )
as they plummeted...
#universe
#stars
#astronomy
#sacrifice
#RobertFrost
927 reads
18 Comments
Josh
Joshua Bond
Joshua Bond
Poem Published
17th Nov 2018 11:42pm
17th Nov 2018 11:42pm
A Prequel and a Sequel to Robert Frost's "The Road Not Taken"
The year is Eighteen Seventy-Four
when I was born on a troubled road
with family deaths and life unsure
and constant illness, insecure,
the future weighed as a heavy load.
In a world thus marked, I had a dream
beyond the farm, I might choose to dare,
take a poet’s path - that many would deem
a leap too far from my earthly scene;
so I took a walk to clear the air …
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not...
when I was born on a troubled road
with family deaths and life unsure
and constant illness, insecure,
the future weighed as a heavy load.
In a world thus marked, I had a dream
beyond the farm, I might choose to dare,
take a poet’s path - that many would deem
a leap too far from my earthly scene;
so I took a walk to clear the air …
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not...
#hope
#inspirational
#rhyming
#LifeGoals
#RobertFrost
1136 reads
18 Comments
Ahavati
Tams
Tams
Poem Published
17th Nov 2018 9:45pm
17th Nov 2018 9:45pm
Ghost House ( after Robert Frost )
Whoever once stepped afoot
upon this now abandoned porch
must’ve toiled a daily wage
within the fields and garden gate
hanging now as rotted wood
Whoever cooked within this kitchen
canning beans and plucking chicken
surely did so with such care
her flower vase still sitting there
with wilted bloom on withered stem
Whoever slept within this room
of hand-sewn curtains billowing-
snagged and torn on broken...
upon this now abandoned porch
must’ve toiled a daily wage
within the fields and garden gate
hanging now as rotted wood
Whoever cooked within this kitchen
canning beans and plucking chicken
surely did so with such care
her flower vase still sitting there
with wilted bloom on withered stem
Whoever slept within this room
of hand-sewn curtains billowing-
snagged and torn on broken...
#countryside
#nature
#ghosts
#historical
#RobertFrost
963 reads
25 Comments
mingomingus
SamTheSlam
SamTheSlam
Poem Published
17th Nov 2018 5:45am
17th Nov 2018 5:45am
Down On Frost
Eat your heart out Robert Frost
No.
Seriously.
Rise from the dead and tear that meter machine from your once golden chest
“Out, Out–”
Hurry now the meter’s running
And this free verse boy doesn’t have much time
For you see,
When I was a mere schoolboy,
Armed with humor and a penchant for the literal,
You hid your meaning from me
And any time I tried to figure you out,
The teacher would tell me I was wrong
Well maybe you were wrong
For trying to regiment sentiment in the event of God
‘Let thy form be nay lukewarm...
No.
Seriously.
Rise from the dead and tear that meter machine from your once golden chest
“Out, Out–”
Hurry now the meter’s running
And this free verse boy doesn’t have much time
For you see,
When I was a mere schoolboy,
Armed with humor and a penchant for the literal,
You hid your meaning from me
And any time I tried to figure you out,
The teacher would tell me I was wrong
Well maybe you were wrong
For trying to regiment sentiment in the event of God
‘Let thy form be nay lukewarm...
#FreeVerse
#memorial
#RobertFrost
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