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.
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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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
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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
731 reads
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Ahavati
Tams
Tams
Poem Published
12th Nov 2018 10:02pm
12th Nov 2018 10:02pm
Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening ( After Robert Frost )
The path I walk is winter white
reflective on this moonlit night
o're field and glade I slowly crept
to not disturb or cause a fright
the animals who might've slept
had not I tread within my step
peaceful slumber deep in dreams
by snapping wood of broken twig
Startling their eve routines
in depth of burrow and trunk of trees
or high in branch under sky
curled all warm with families
Woodland creatures far and wide
watched...
reflective on this moonlit night
o're field and glade I slowly crept
to not disturb or cause a fright
the animals who might've slept
had not I tread within my step
peaceful slumber deep in dreams
by snapping wood of broken twig
Startling their eve routines
in depth of burrow and trunk of trees
or high in branch under sky
curled all warm with families
Woodland creatures far and wide
watched...
#forest
#animals
#nature
#snow
#RobertFrost
966 reads
24 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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HHMCameron
BetaWolfinVA
BetaWolfinVA
Poem Published
15th Jan 2015 2:21am
15th Jan 2015 2:21am
On Robert Frost's 'the Road not Taken' (Mon, 12 January 2015)
By HHMCameron
in every person's
life there exists a moment
or many moments,
where different decisions
could have vast consequences
.
literally forks
in the road that you are on
upon your travels
or a moral choice that was
happiness or vast sorrow
.
Robert Frost may have
captured it best in that work
but that is because
in that bright moment
======================
Entered in "The road not traveled"
on DeepUnderGroundPoetry.com
12th January 2015 12:19pm ...
in every person's
life there exists a moment
or many moments,
where different decisions
could have vast consequences
.
literally forks
in the road that you are on
upon your travels
or a moral choice that was
happiness or vast sorrow
.
Robert Frost may have
captured it best in that work
but that is because
in that bright moment
======================
Entered in "The road not traveled"
on DeepUnderGroundPoetry.com
12th January 2015 12:19pm ...
#RobertFrost
#choices
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EngrVV
Poem Published
27th Jul 2013 4:52pm
27th Jul 2013 4:52pm
Jasmine-Scented Pathways
As we leisurely walk, I wonder how
My wishes--have all come true!
Here I am, holding hands with you
Along jasmine-scented pathways—
Leading to the nearby park
I used to only dream about these days
When you and I will be together
Nothing else matters, but us—
And the beauty of nature around us:
The birds singing a wonderful sound
Praising the daylight on the top
Of the tall sycamore trees—with their leaves
Casting shadows, towering tall above us
Gently kissed by the early morning frost.
We like to walk early, unlike Robert who...
My wishes--have all come true!
Here I am, holding hands with you
Along jasmine-scented pathways—
Leading to the nearby park
I used to only dream about these days
When you and I will be together
Nothing else matters, but us—
And the beauty of nature around us:
The birds singing a wonderful sound
Praising the daylight on the top
Of the tall sycamore trees—with their leaves
Casting shadows, towering tall above us
Gently kissed by the early morning frost.
We like to walk early, unlike Robert who...
#nature
#RobertFrost
693 reads
9 Comments
mjs211
Poem Published
6th Mar 2013 6:28am
6th Mar 2013 6:28am
Art appreciation
(a response to Robert Frost's poem Design)
What but design of darkness do appall?—
If design govern in a thing so small.
— —
Spiders' lower leg joints contain special pads
which dampen low frequency vibrations
like wind and sway
and transmit high frequency vibrations
like crawling prey and mating calls;
and the pads transition from plastic to glassy when the sun goes down
to be stiffer at night than the day,
to transmit vibrations from further afield
when the nocturnal...
What but design of darkness do appall?—
If design govern in a thing so small.
— —
Spiders' lower leg joints contain special pads
which dampen low frequency vibrations
like wind and sway
and transmit high frequency vibrations
like crawling prey and mating calls;
and the pads transition from plastic to glassy when the sun goes down
to be stiffer at night than the day,
to transmit vibrations from further afield
when the nocturnal...
#animals
#nature
#RobertFrost #evolution
#RobertFrost #evolution
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DeathDefiesMe
Poem Published
28th Feb 2013 3:42am
28th Feb 2013 3:42am
A little courage never hurt anyone
Life is kinda like a Robert Frost poem
You have to choose which decisions to make and what road to choose
Sometimes you pull a Robert Frost and go down a lonely ass road with no one to travel beside you
So they have absolutely no idea whats going on in your head
But sometimes you go with the flow and follow everyone that is going down the other road
This way your overwhelmed by everything
And always getting bumped and pushed down
Which road do you choose...
You must have to ask yourself that
Would you rather be a follower?
Or go out of...
You have to choose which decisions to make and what road to choose
Sometimes you pull a Robert Frost and go down a lonely ass road with no one to travel beside you
So they have absolutely no idea whats going on in your head
But sometimes you go with the flow and follow everyone that is going down the other road
This way your overwhelmed by everything
And always getting bumped and pushed down
Which road do you choose...
You must have to ask yourself that
Would you rather be a follower?
Or go out of...
#RobertFrost
#choices
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