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.
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
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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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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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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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[ CC ] Night Of A Thousand Branches
Trees by design bark
and pine for destinations
---ends of journeys these
earthen beings only embark
upon in imaginations
In oft-repeated dreams pleasant
branching into Future and Past
leaving throughout their Presentness
my lofty friends at last
are nothing less than free
to be themselves with me
but not so much her;
during bitter, clattering, breezy nights
as teeth chattering wind blows
coldly inwards from west to east
my darling gets the mighty...
and pine for destinations
---ends of journeys these
earthen beings only embark
upon in imaginations
In oft-repeated dreams pleasant
branching into Future and Past
leaving throughout their Presentness
my lofty friends at last
are nothing less than free
to be themselves with me
but not so much her;
during bitter, clattering, breezy nights
as teeth chattering wind blows
coldly inwards from west to east
my darling gets the mighty...
#dreams
#trees
#nightmares #RobertFrost
#nightmares #RobertFrost
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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
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[ CC ] Temporary At Best
I am November's guest
on the inside squinting
through lens flare tinting
glare on Nature's window
staring at her state of undress;
delicate auburn sundress
since cast aside
and blown away
A joy to know
sorrow's antithesist---
a true beauty to behold
when shed of her leavings
Naked, shrouded in
cascading cold mid morning
mist as if hair silver grey
bare limbs and...
on the inside squinting
through lens flare tinting
glare on Nature's window
staring at her state of undress;
delicate auburn sundress
since cast aside
and blown away
A joy to know
sorrow's antithesist---
a true beauty to behold
when shed of her leavings
Naked, shrouded in
cascading cold mid morning
mist as if hair silver grey
bare limbs and...
#beauty
#trees
#fall
#nature
#RobertFrost
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[ CC ] Pangs Before Pains
Waiting on forest's edge
you watched in my dream
Drinking from a stream
I dripped of sap
my trunk
wide
arced
above boughs hanging low
In safe haven of distance
or so it would seem
you
resisting
the urge to nap
parked on a log's back
swishing your feet in the water
thinking, wishing, wondering
wanting to know what it would
feel like climbing
and
straddling my wood
but
we'll never know ...
you watched in my dream
Drinking from a stream
I dripped of sap
my trunk
wide
arced
above boughs hanging low
In safe haven of distance
or so it would seem
you
resisting
the urge to nap
parked on a log's back
swishing your feet in the water
thinking, wishing, wondering
wanting to know what it would
feel like climbing
and
straddling my wood
but
we'll never know ...
#dreams
#RobertFrost
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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
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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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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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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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