Robert Frost

(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963 / San Francisco)

Robert Frost Poems

If you see a poem only with title, it is listed that way because of copyright reasons.
161. Devotion 1/3/2003
162. The Secret Sits 1/3/2003
163. Dust Of Snow 1/3/2003
164. A Cliff Dwelling 1/3/2003
165. A Dream Pang 1/3/2003
166. Fireflies In The Garden 1/3/2003
167. The Silken Tent 1/3/2003
168. Bereft 1/3/2003
169. Desert Places 1/3/2003
170. A Line-Storm Song 1/3/2003
171. Mending Wall 1/3/2003
172. An Old Man's Winter Night 1/3/2003
173. A Brook In The City 1/13/2003
174. A Considerable Speck 1/3/2003
175. After Apple Picking 1/3/2003
176. A Boundless Moment 1/13/2003
177. Birches 1/3/2003
178. Asking For Roses 1/3/2003
179. A Patch Of Old Snow 1/3/2003
180. A Time To Talk 1/3/2003
181. The Rose Family 1/3/2003
182. A Prayer In Spring 1/3/2003
183. A Soldier 1/13/2003
184. A Minor Bird 1/13/2003
185. A Question 1/3/2003
186. A Late Walk 1/3/2003
187. Acquainted With The Night 1/3/2003
188. Nothing Gold Can Stay 1/3/2003
189. Fire And Ice 1/3/2003
190. Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening 1/3/2003
191. The Road Not Taken 1/3/2003

Comments about Robert Frost

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  • SHAMROCK CENTURION (7/24/2018 8:21:00 PM)


    As On Our Way We Go

    by Georgy

    There isn’t much that I can do,
    but I can share my bread with you, and
    sometimes a sorrow too
    as on our way we go.

    There isn’t much that I can do...

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  • Suhana (7/23/2018 10:13:00 AM)

    Very easy for children to understand

  • martha demers (7/19/2018 3:12:00 PM)

    looking for a poem by Robert Frost or and author that begins
    There isen; t much that i can do......please let me find this.
    I assume it is by robert frost but it could be anonymous....? HELP

  • martha demers (7/19/2018 3:10:00 PM)

    need a poem that begins first line
    THERE ISENt much that I can do.....but I can walk a mile with you
    and share a...lthought or two please help me find this poem!

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  • Dhruv Purohit (7/16/2018 7:55:00 AM)

    It’s easy to learn and it’s great poem

Best Poem of Robert Frost

The Road Not Taken

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 wear,
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way
I doubted if I should ever come ...

Read the full of The Road Not Taken

Come In

As I came to the edge of the woods,
Thrush music -- hark!
Now if it was dusk outside,
Inside it was dark.

Too dark in the woods for a bird
By sleight of wing
To better its perch for the night,
Though it still could sing.

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