Poems on Robert Frost Published by Members Recently Online
#RobertFrost
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
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
550 reads
10 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
963 reads
18 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
963 reads
18 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
963 reads
18 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
963 reads
18 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
963 reads
18 Comments
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
979 reads
17 Comments
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
979 reads
17 Comments
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
979 reads
17 Comments
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
979 reads
17 Comments
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
979 reads
17 Comments
DU Poetry : Poems on Robert Frost Published by Members Recently Online
