10 Best Famous Discouraging Poems

Here is a collection of the top 10 all-time best famous Discouraging poems. This is a select list of the best famous Discouraging poetry. Reading, writing, and enjoying famous Discouraging poetry (as well as classical and contemporary poems) is a great past time. These top poems are the best examples of discouraging poems.

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The Old Kings New Jester

by Edwin Arlington Robinson
 You that in vain would front the coming order 
With eyes that meet forlornly what they must, 
And only with a furtive recognition 
See dust where there is dust,— 
Be sure you like it always in your faces,
Obscuring your best graces, 
Blinding your speech and sight, 
Before you seek again your dusty places 
Where the old wrong seems right. 

Longer ago than cave-men had their changes
Our fathers may have slain a son o two, 
Discouraging a further dialectic 
Regarding what was new; 
And after their unstudied admonition 
Occasional contrition
For their old-fashioned ways 
May have reduced their doubts, and in addition 
Softened their final days. 

Farther away than feet shall ever travel. 
Are the vague towers of our unbuilded State;
But there are mightier things than we to lead us, 
That will not let us wait. 
And we go on with none to tell us whether 
Or not we’ve each a tether 
Determining how fast or how far we go;
And it is well, since we must go together, 
That we are not to know. 

If the old wrong and all its injured glamour 
Haunts you by day and gives your night no peace, 
You may as well, agreeably and serenely,
Give the new wrong its lease; 
For should you nourish a too fervid yearning 
For what is not returning, 
The vicious and unfused ingredient 
May give you qualms—and one or two concerning
The last of your content.

Dream Song 81: Op. posth. no. 4

by John Berryman
 He loom' so cagey he say 'Leema beans'
and measured his intake to the atmosphere
of that fairly stable country.
His ear hurt. Left. The rock-cliffs, a mite sheer
at his age, in these places.
Scrubbing out his fear,-”

the knowledge that they will take off your hands,
both hands; as well as your both feet, & likewise
both eyes,
might be discouraging to a bloddy hero
Also you stifle, like you can't draw breath.
But this is death-”

which in some vain strive many to avoid,
many. It's on its way, where you drop at
who stood up, scrunch down small.
It wasn't so much after all to lose, was, Boyd?
A body.-”But, Mr Bones, you needed that.
Now I put on my tall hat.
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