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Samuel Frost Poetry Light poems and dark poems. All original works.

06/03/2026

A Love Note Reminder

A battle for my soul once more begun
Where darkness threatens the radiant sun
When despair was launched, I was unprepared
The grief rained down as my soul laid bare
Tears fall from my eyes, burning like acid rain
Blistering my cheeks, I cry out in pain
Then I see a photo, us walking the beach
Helps me believe victory is still within reach
Another morning skirmish in the very same war
Different light, same shadows seen before
My stomach knotted like a maroon bow tie
A blade cuts through, my insides turn to sky
There in my wallet, a love note reminder
Your written words couldn’t be any kinder
My heart so broken I’m sure I must die
As darkness wraps me, I ready my goodbyes
Strapping on my armor, my wedding ring
Beating back darkness, I hear angels sing
As the day wears on, we fight for the prize
At midnight I rest, finally close my eyes
Sleep reloads the battle I’ve already fought
Another day’s search for peace will be shot
Subconscious war getting ready to start
Memories of you protecting my heart
A battle for my soul once more begun
Where darkness threatens the radiant sun

SFP
6/2/26

10/02/2025

Finally

Gloria finally stopped worrying about her outfits today.
She stopped chasing trends and buying the latest styles —
Fashion had always been her joy for miles,
But no one ever seemed to notice what she wore.

Gloria finally stopped visiting her favorite shoe store today,
Spending hours slipping on hundreds of pairs,
Choosing each one with delicate care —
But no one paused to see how much her feet were sore.

Gloria finally stopped obsessing over her makeup today,
Staring long at her reflection, still and bare,
Her flaws etched sharper in the mirror's glare —
But no one looked close enough to notice her skin.

Gloria finally stopped stressing about her wealth today,
Driving endlessly to earn her place,
Silence pressed heavy on her face —
But no one ever saw how thin her wallet had been.

The friends and family who circled her sun each day
Saw in Gloria what she could never believe:
A soul rich in beauty, too proud to grieve —
But no one saw just how much she needed to be saved.

Yes, Gloria finally gave up on all her worries today.
Every piece of her now perfectly arranged,
She became the woman she had always tried to be —
But still, nobody noticed...not even as they laid her in her grave.

SFP
10/1/25

01/29/2025

I am a freshly baked Boston Cream doughnut

Warm and inviting, but I don’t have cream

I am a spongy twinkle in the hands of a child

Who cries because I am empty



I am a tire without air

Unable to continue my journey

I am a school without children

No joyful sounds will I emit



I am a soul without purpose

Wandering aimlessly in the world

I am a hollow man.

A vessel without essence.



SFP

1/29/25

01/08/2025

Time

Time is a thief,
Stealing all you hold dear.
Time is a gift,
Revealing what you deserve.
Time is an impediment,
Blocking your path to goals.
Time is currency,
Yet it buys nothing.
Time is a weight,
Holding back your growth.
Time is a healer,
Mending wounds unseen.
Time is a teacher,
Imparting wisdom through experience.
Time is a journey,
Leading you to unknown destinations.
Time is a mirror,
Reflecting your past and present.
Time is a mystery,
Unfolding moment by moment.

02/13/2024

WAGING WAR

The enemies advancement is relentless
But they are met by force every time
This see-saw conflict seems endless
Each sides tactics seem sublime

The enemies fatigues are emerald and azure
The color of their caps are white
Their combatants hearts are righteous and pure
Their tawny uniforms menacing to the sight

You can hear the battle cry of the waves
As they search for a weakness on the bank
But the sand holds and the beaches are saved
Hopes, like pirate ships, have all sank

Wave after wave attacks the shore
While the spongy sand holds its ground
This battle will rage forever more
With neither sides advantage to be found

SPF
5/22/23

08/11/2023

Time
Saturday, November 5, 2022

If life is but the seasons, doesn’t it stand to reason
That in youth, you think you have time.
But summer replaces spring whilst troubadours sing.
You search, finding words that rhyme.
You grab your paper and pen, and you try to begin
Writing prose others will find sublime.

There are weddings to be had and soon you’re Mom or Dad
Responsibility weighs you down.
Your words carry more weight, as your time grows late.
You can see the frost of Winter bearing down.
So, you arrange your thoughts like children on the sand lot
And spew them out before you drown.

I'm finally at that stage where my thoughts like to rage
At the injustices that I find.
As I have grown older, my ideas have grown colder
As they flit around my mind.
But I haven't time to think nor enough alcohol to drink
So my words can seem unkind.

I must express my thoughts, or it will all be for naught
As I sit, ready to write.
The words begin to spill, and the pages begin to fill.
Soon morning becomes night.
Inevitably the words end, so I put down my pen
And head to the kitchen for a bite

SFP
8/11/23

08/03/2023

Still trying Haikus, not sure if this is good or not.

Jungle
The concrete jungle
From where I try to escape
Won't release its grip.

SFP
8/3/23

08/01/2023

107
Sun came up today
Excessive heat came along
Misery brothers

Sitting on the beach in Cancun.
05/15/2023

Sitting on the beach in Cancun.

04/24/2023

Pearlescence

I float weightless in a bubble
Made remarkable by its pearlescence

I float high above the world
And can see the whole thing at one time

Poverty, starvation, and war
Covers the majority of our world

But areas of love and peace
Can be found if you look hard enough

I choose to look

SFP
4/24/23

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