Home » Poems » Best » Terry Frost » Best Terry Frost Poems

Best Poems Written by Terry Frost

Below are the all-time best Terry Frost poems as chosen by PoetrySoup members

Details | Terry Frost Poem

Touch of Ink

Transfer of thoughts continuing.
Can I achieve greatness, or simply waste paper with slop.
Selfconfidence has retreated yet again.
I hope to find it through the ink of my pen, to the hand it rests.
Directly to the mind that controls it.
To find those magical words which dance from tonque to soul.
To reach that place were my words give joy and comfort.
Touching another with the ink from my pen.
Completing the circle of thought.

Details | Terry Frost Poem

Spotlight

Placing myself in the context of the first person.
puts me in the spotlight.
Where I dont want to be.

Details | Terry Frost Poem

Family Circus

Welcome to the show!
Bickering, maddening, lying, carnival of fools.
Circus of family.
Ringmasters of entertainment.
Clowns, and sideshow freaks.
Artists of balance, tamers of Lion's.
All working without a net.

Details | Terry Frost Poem

Fading

Often the emptyness inside of me,
trys to absorb my outside shell.

Details | Terry Frost Poem

Waste of Life

Hair brisseling on the back of my neck.
Goose bumps on my arms.
I realize how old i am getting.
Yesterday it seems I had my youth.
Today I feeled robbed of it.
I am scared.
Where did it go, when I die will I get another?
Or did I really waste the only one I have?

Details | Terry Frost Poem

Depression

My eyes ache from the dullness, the dullness I see everyday.
The sun is a nightlight to my vision, flower's have no scent, colors look grey white 
and black. 
When I breath in, I breath a rot, a smell of hopelessness.
My soul has left for greener pastures.

Details | Terry Frost Poem

Desperation

Feeling like the Bear caught in the trap, gnawing at my own flesh.
Eyes darting to the right and to the left.
Desperation climbing down my throat, to kick around my Bowel's.
The empty days, and hollow night's, choking my last breath.
I fear you no longer care, a fate much worse than death.

Details | Terry Frost Poem

Death

Part of life, not easily accepted.
Something feared.
It's coming inevitable, chilling when near.
Pushed away but never completly hidden.
Back of the mind, emerging to dance at night.
It will come for you, that is known.
A part of life.

Details | Terry Frost Poem

Meat

What is this meat that hangs upon my bones?
this fragile shell.
All of this to transport my computer in the skull.
Yet I feel so detached  from it.

Details | Terry Frost Poem

Sober

Went for my cigarrettes, grabbing them upside down.
They toppled to the floor.
Sober this would not have happened.