Samuel Frost Poetry

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

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

04/12/2023

At poetry class the other day, we were tasked with writing a poem about something we were passionate about. I chose to write about ending wars. I did it in sonnet form, which is a form I really like writing in.
Anyway, here it is:

Do it with Love

When the sun went down, the bombing began
The enemy were very proud people
They would not capitulate so they ran
Hiding their children under the steeples

With no way to win, a new plan took hold
Communicate intent with their leaders
The plan was audacious and it was bold
But it was as simple as bird feeders

Rebuild their cities and rebuild their roads
Put up hospitals, things we'd never tried
Do this all with love, lighten people loads
Our enemy worked with us, side by side

No more division, no hatred or strife
By sharing love, we all built better lives.

03/25/2023

Was thinking about my dad the other day.

Dad
I sit in the front pew alone
On a bench as hard as my heart
Staring at the sarcophagus
Pools of tears in my red eyes start

A constant flow of people pass
Each gawking at the body there
Men stoic cause "big boys don't cry"
Ladies use hankies to dry tears

Offering their condolences
"What a great man he was" they say
In grief, their eyes can't meet my eyes
They turn and quickly steal away

Three hours later the room is quiet
Still slumped alone in my dreams
Not finding the courage to leave
I can barely contain my scream

The realization this ends here
I have lost one of my best friends
With so many things left unsaid
Never knowing where to begin

Opportunities I've wasted
Conversations we never had
But I'm sure he knew I loved him
And for that I feel truly glad

Finally I rise, time to go
I stride to the casket again
My safety net has come unstrung
My new existence must begin

One last peck on his made up cheek
I turn to leave with a glance
A flame that burned in my heart, snuffed
Fumes like deer continue to prance

As I leave it finally hits me
Birth and death are merely stages
Between the first and final act
Life is lived on well-worn pages

Samuel Frost Poetry
3/25/23

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