I Like Robert Frost Poems

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    My Favorite

    Nature's first green is gold.  Her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf's a flower; But only so an hour. Then leaf subsides to leaf. So Eden sank to grief, So dawn goes down to day. Nothing gold can stay.
    silentwellofsorrow silentwellofsorrow
    41-45, F
    Feb 15, 2010

    Putting in the Seed You come to fetch me from

    my work to-night When supper's on the table and we'll see If I can leave off burying the white Soft petals fallen from the apple tree. (Soft petals, yes, but not so barren quite, mingled with these, smooth bean and wrinkled pea;) And go along with you ere you lose sight Of...
    TKD1 TKD1
    51-55, F
    1 Response Feb 8, 2014

    Inspirational

    His poems are inspirtional (don't spell well) I think that he probably put all his personality and all his knowlege into them. I like to read the poems I am able to find written by him.
    Dawn1105 Dawn1105
    13-15
    2 Responses Nov 4, 2009

    Freedom Quote

    Freedom lies in being bold. Robert Frost
    jml2000 jml2000
    61-65, M
    Sep 6, 2013

    Mr Frost

    Whose woods these are? I think I know...
    Notmyrealnameok Notmyrealnameok
    22-25, M
    Jul 8, 2013

    His Words Speak To My Soul...

    I first discovered Robert Frost while watching The Outsiders (Thank You, S.E. Hinton!). Nothing Gold Can Stay is still one of the most moving poems I have ever heard/read. It seems so simple, yet it's message is poignant and bitter sweet...like a first love. The Road Not Taken...
    deleted deleted
    26-30
    1 Response Sep 28, 2011

    My favourite is Fire

    and Ice Some say the world will end in fire, Some say in ice. From what I've tasted of desire I hold with those who favour fire. But if it had to perish twice, I think I know enough of hate To say that for destruction ice Is also great And would suffice
    deleted deleted
    26-30
    Aug 23, 2015

    The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost Two roads

    diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy and wanted...
    LightsinMotion LightsinMotion
    26-30, F
    1 Response May 7, 2014

    baseball

    Poets are like baseball pitchers. Both have their moments. The intervals are the tough things. Robert Frost
    jml2000 jml2000
    61-65, M
    Aug 13, 2013

    Choose Something Like a Starby Robert FrostO

    Star (the fairest one in sight),We grant your loftiness the rightTo some obscurity of cloud—It will not do to say of night,Since dark is what brings out your light.Some mystery becomes the proud.But to be wholly taciturnIn your reserve is not allowed.Say something to us we...
    LightsinMotion LightsinMotion
    26-30, F
    May 24, 2014
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