Long Poems on Robert Frost
#RobertFrost
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
935 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
587 reads
6 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
841 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
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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
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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
960 reads
25 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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