Poems on Robert Frost Seeking Friendly Advice
#RobertFrost
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
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1 Comment
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
687 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
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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
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eswaller
Poem Published
16th Nov 2018 11:36pm
16th Nov 2018 11:36pm
Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening: Robert Frost Tribute
There are many miles to go before I sleep
As I am trudging through the white snow
Left behind by Mother Nature and shorter
Days are here. Memories of summer I keep
Close, but the tall pine trees put on a show
With snowdrift and I forget all about order.
My next destination in the back of my mind,
I watch as my frosty breath is intermingling
With the surrounding scenery. I could be lost
Here for hours or days memorizing the wind
Blowing on my face and feeling the tingling
Sensation from my toes. This is what Frost
...
As I am trudging through the white snow
Left behind by Mother Nature and shorter
Days are here. Memories of summer I keep
Close, but the tall pine trees put on a show
With snowdrift and I forget all about order.
My next destination in the back of my mind,
I watch as my frosty breath is intermingling
With the surrounding scenery. I could be lost
Here for hours or days memorizing the wind
Blowing on my face and feeling the tingling
Sensation from my toes. This is what Frost
...
#snow
#RobertFrost
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10 Comments
ReggiePoet
Reggie
Reggie
Poem Published
16th Nov 2018 11:18pm
16th Nov 2018 11:18pm
As I Trod to Town
Twas a frosty morn’ as I trod to town
The path, familiar to my furrowed brow
Against a cold wind, my heated frown,
Annoyed by chill and bearing down,
I stayed my course anyhow!
My reason to venture into the wind—
I have forgotten long years ago.
But through discomfort of self-discipline,
My ego refuses to ever rescind,
‘cause I proudly conquered that snow!
I’ll tell you this story, again and again,
‘till my presence you’ll gladly avoid!
Plain-spoken words with no hint of chagrin ...
The path, familiar to my furrowed brow
Against a cold wind, my heated frown,
Annoyed by chill and bearing down,
I stayed my course anyhow!
My reason to venture into the wind—
I have forgotten long years ago.
But through discomfort of self-discipline,
My ego refuses to ever rescind,
‘cause I proudly conquered that snow!
I’ll tell you this story, again and again,
‘till my presence you’ll gladly avoid!
Plain-spoken words with no hint of chagrin ...
#WritingPoetry
#RobertFrost
387 reads
4 Comments
nightbirdblue
Poem Published
15th Nov 2018 9:07pm
15th Nov 2018 9:07pm
The Last Words of a Crow
By the moonlight I strolled
Along a path freshly mowed
Winding ‘round a cat-tailed pond
When I saw the shadow of a Crow
In this cold midnight hour
Her silk-black feathers glowed
She turned her eye on me
And in that moment she spoke:
“Bluebird, my darling
The last time I saw you
Spring’s flowers still bloomed
A brilliant bright yellow
Now you know who I am
And where I have travelled
And I’ll keep looking after you
Wherever you may go.”
My heart sang back to she
Notes carried upon the...
Along a path freshly mowed
Winding ‘round a cat-tailed pond
When I saw the shadow of a Crow
In this cold midnight hour
Her silk-black feathers glowed
She turned her eye on me
And in that moment she spoke:
“Bluebird, my darling
The last time I saw you
Spring’s flowers still bloomed
A brilliant bright yellow
Now you know who I am
And where I have travelled
And I’ll keep looking after you
Wherever you may go.”
My heart sang back to she
Notes carried upon the...
#family
#birds
#night
#nature
#RobertFrost
738 reads
16 Comments
george4man2box
Poem Published
11th Aug 2018 8:49pm
11th Aug 2018 8:49pm
Robert Frost...A Reflection
No matter corporeal essence
of Robert Frost bid adieu
from temporal plain approximately
five and fifty plus years ague,
his rediscovered spiritual
omnipresence suffuses anew
mine gnarly feeble exegesis
denounce-able, deplorable,
and despicable hue
Morris legacy of Robert Frost, who
nonetheless (auld choke king aside)
doth rank as irreproachable amidst
pantheon of deceased
great poets, you
would agree, unless familiarity
already yar aware
how the New England vantage...
of Robert Frost bid adieu
from temporal plain approximately
five and fifty plus years ague,
his rediscovered spiritual
omnipresence suffuses anew
mine gnarly feeble exegesis
denounce-able, deplorable,
and despicable hue
Morris legacy of Robert Frost, who
nonetheless (auld choke king aside)
doth rank as irreproachable amidst
pantheon of deceased
great poets, you
would agree, unless familiarity
already yar aware
how the New England vantage...
#countryside
#forest
#nature
#FreeVerse
#RobertFrost
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george4man2box
Poem Published
10th Aug 2018 10:21pm
10th Aug 2018 10:21pm
A Bounteous Harvest
(my acknowledgement
to the loose canon of Robert Frost)
An above average snowfall
heavily swathed sage heather
followed by substantial unusual rainfall
punctuated months before, during and
after the growing season
delivered one of the
most hearty crop yields
in living memory
within the generations of men
of this (or any neighboring)
Norwegian bachelor farmer
long time residents
feeling like the sole housekeeper
of Lake Woebegone,
who can remember
the Edenic pasture with reluctance...
to the loose canon of Robert Frost)
An above average snowfall
heavily swathed sage heather
followed by substantial unusual rainfall
punctuated months before, during and
after the growing season
delivered one of the
most hearty crop yields
in living memory
within the generations of men
of this (or any neighboring)
Norwegian bachelor farmer
long time residents
feeling like the sole housekeeper
of Lake Woebegone,
who can remember
the Edenic pasture with reluctance...
#nature
#MyInspiration
#memorial #RobertFrost
#memorial #RobertFrost
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