Poems on Robert Frost Published by Members Recently Online
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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
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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
556 reads
6 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
556 reads
6 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
556 reads
6 Comments
nightbirdblue
enbyblue
enbyblue
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
682 reads
16 Comments
nightbirdblue
enbyblue
enbyblue
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
682 reads
16 Comments
nightbirdblue
enbyblue
enbyblue
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
682 reads
16 Comments
nightbirdblue
enbyblue
enbyblue
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
682 reads
16 Comments
nightbirdblue
enbyblue
enbyblue
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
682 reads
16 Comments
Ahavati
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
890 reads
18 Comments
Ahavati
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
890 reads
18 Comments
Ahavati
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
890 reads
18 Comments
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