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Famous Desperate Poems by Famous Poets

These are examples of famous Desperate poems written by some of the greatest and most-well-known modern and classical poets. PoetrySoup is a great educational poetry resource of famous desperate poems. These examples illustrate what a famous desperate poem looks like and its form, scheme, or style (where appropriate).

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by Wilde, Oscar
...f his brow he tossed the clustering hair,
And from his limbs he throw the cloak away;
For whom would not such love make desperate?
And nigher came, and touched her throat, and with hands violate

Undid the cuirass, and the crocus gown,
And bared the breasts of polished ivory,
Till from the waist the peplos falling down
Left visible the secret mystery
Which to no lover will Athena show,
The grand cool flanks, the crescent thighs, the bossy hills of
snow.

Those who have ne...Read more of this...



by Donne, John
...best men with thee do go, 
Rest of their bones, and soul's delivery. 
Thou art slave to fate, chance, kings, and desperate men, 
And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell; 
And poppy or charms can make us sleep as well 
And better than thy stroke; why swell'st thou then? 
One short sleep past, we wake eternally, 
And death shall be no more; Death, thou shalt die. 
...Read more of this...

by Angelou, Maya
...ca, you
Cherokee Nation, who rested with me, then
Forced on bloody feet, left me to the employment of
Other seekers--desperate for gain,
Starving for gold.

You, the Turk, the Swede, the German, the Scot ...
You the Ashanti, the Yoruba, the Kru, bought
Sold, stolen, arriving on a nightmare
Praying for a dream.

Here, root yourselves beside me.

I am the Tree planted by the River,
Which will not be moved.

I, the Rock, I the River, I...Read more of this...

by Byron, George (Lord)
...
Of all that he would do, or could endure. 
Could this mean peace? the calmness of the good? 
Or guilt grown old in desperate hardihood? 
Alas! too like in confidence are each 
For man to trust to mortal look or speech; 
From deeds, and deeds alone, may he discern 
Truths which it wrings the unpractised heart to learn. 

XXV. 

And Lara call'd his page, and went his way — 
Well could that stripling word or sign obey: 
His only follower from those climes afar 
Wher...Read more of this...

by Marvell, Andrew
...ps the worse. 
The painter so, long having vexed his cloth-- 
Of his hound's mouth to feign the raging froth-- 
His desperate pencil at the work did dart: 
His anger reached that rage which passed his art; 
Chance finished that which art could but begin, 
And he sat smiling how his dog did grin. 
So mayst thou p?rfect by a lucky blow 
What all thy softest touches cannot do. 

Paint then St Albans full of soup and gold, 
The new court's pattern, stallion of the old...Read more of this...



by St Vincent Millay, Edna
...t obsidian steep
Stiffens the white narcissus numb with sleep?
(Seed which Demeter's daughter bore from home,
Uptorn by desperate fingers long ago,
Reluctant even as she,
Undone Persephone,
And even as she set out again to grow
In twilight, in perdition's lean and inauspicious loam).
She will love well," I said,
"The flowers of the dead;
Where dark Persephone the winter round,
Uncomforted for home, uncomforted,
Lacking a sunny southern slope in northern Sicily,
With sulle...Read more of this...

by Angelou, Maya
...,
You Cherokee Nation, who rested with me,
Then forced on bloody feet,
Left me to the employment of other seekers--
Desperate for gain, starving for gold.
You, the Turk, the Swede, the German, the Scot...
You the Ashanti, the Yoruba, the Kru,
Bought, sold, stolen, arriving on a nightmare
Praying for a dream.
Here, root yourselves beside me.
I am the tree planted by the river,
Which will not be moved.
I, the rock, I the river, I the tree...Read more of this...

by Milton, John
...accessible, his fatal throne: 
Which, if not victory, is yet revenge." 
 He ended frowning, and his look denounced 
Desperate revenge, and battle dangerous 
To less than gods. On th' other side up rose 
Belial, in act more graceful and humane. 
A fairer person lost not Heaven; he seemed 
For dignity composed, and high exploit. 
But all was false and hollow; though his tongue 
Dropped manna, and could make the worse appear 
The better reason, to perplex and das...Read more of this...

by Whitman, Walt
...er, as I row, just before sunrise,
 toward the buoys; 
I pull the wicker pots up slantingly—the dark-green lobsters are desperate with their
 claws, as I take them out—I insert wooden pegs in the joints of their pincers, 
I go to all the places, one after another, and then row back to the shore, 
There, in a huge kettle of boiling water, the lobsters shall be boil’d till their
 color
 becomes scarlet.

Or, another time, mackerel-taking, 
Voracious, mad for the hook, near ...Read more of this...

by Whitman, Walt
... 

Forever alive, forever forward,
Stately, solemn, sad, withdrawn, baffled, mad, turbulent, feeble, dissatisfied, 
Desperate, proud, fond, sick, accepted by men, rejected by men, 
They go! they go! I know that they go, but I know not where they go; 
But I know that they go toward the best—toward something great. 

15
Allons! whoever you are! come forth!
You must not stay sleeping and dallying there in the house, though you built it, or though
 it
 has
 been built for...Read more of this...

by Chesterton, G K
...ipped the ground and grasped the air,
Staggered, and strove to stand.

He bent them back with spear and spade,
With desperate dyke and wall,
With foemen leaning on his shield
And roaring on him when he reeled;
And no help came at all.

He broke them with a broken sword
A little towards the sea,
And for one hour of panting peace,
Ringed with a roar that would not cease,
With golden crown and girded fleece
Made laws under a tree.


The Northmen came about our land
A...Read more of this...

by Poe, Edgar Allan
...to the mercy of the fire,
In a mad expostulation with the deaf and frantic fire,
Leaping higher, higher, higher,
With a desperate desire,
And a resolute endeavor,
Now- now to sit or never,
By the side of the pale-faced moon.
Oh, the bells, bells, bells!
What a tale their terror tells
Of Despair!
How they clang, and clash, and roar!
What a horror they outpour
On the bosom of the palpitating air!
Yet the ear it fully knows,
By the twanging,
And the clanging,
How the danger ...Read more of this...

by Byron, George (Lord)
...path he cleft, 
And almost met the meeting wave: 
His boat appears — not five oars' length — 
His comrades strain with desperate strength — 
Oh! are they yet in time to save? 
His feet the foremost breakers lave; 
His band are plunging in the bay, 
Their sabres glitter through the spray; 
We — wild — unwearied to the strand 
They struggle — now they touch the land! 
They come — 'tis but to add to slaughter — 
His heart's best blood is on the water! 

XXV. 

Escaped from ...Read more of this...

by Blake, William
...of heart, 
As that is the only way to escape 
The miser’s net and the glutton’s trap.’ 
What can be done with such desperate fools 
Who follow after the heathen schools? 
I was standing by when Jesus died; 
What I call’d humility, they call’d pride. 
He who loves his enemies betrays his friends. 
This surely is not what Jesus intends; 
But the sneaking pride of heroic schools, 
And the Scribes’ and Pharisees’ virtuous rules; 
For He acts with honest, triumphant p...Read more of this...

by Bridges, Robert Seymour
...t beside the springs,
While he must quench in death his lost desire. 

44
The image of thy love, rising on dark
And desperate days over my sullen sea,
Wakens again fresh hope and peace in me,
Gleaming above upon my groaning bark.
Whate'er my sorrow be, I then may hark
A loving voice: whate'er my terror be,
This heavenly comfort still I win from thee,
To shine my lodestar that wert once my mark. 
Prodigal nature makes us but to taste
One perfect joy, which given sh...Read more of this...

by Carroll, Lewis
...e a man!" said the Bellman in wrath, as he heard
 The Butcher beginning to sob.
"Should we meet with a Jubjub, that desperate bird,
 We shall need all our strength for the job!"


FIT V.--THE BEAVER'S LESSON.

Fit the Fifth.

THE BEAVER'S LESSON.


They sought it with thimbles, they sought it with care;
 They pursued it with forks and hope;
They threatened its life with a railway-share;
 They charmed it with smiles and soap.

Then the Butcher contrived...Read more of this...

by Scott, Sir Walter
...breed,
     Unmatched for courage, breath, and speed,
     Fast on his flying traces came,
     And all but won that desperate game;
     For, scarce a spear's length from his haunch,
     Vindictive toiled the bloodhounds stanch;
     Nor nearer might the dogs attain,
     Nor farther might the quarry strain
     Thus up the margin of the lake,
     Between the precipice and brake,
     O'er stock and rock their race they take.
     VIII.

     The Hunter marked...Read more of this...

by Angelou, Maya
...neca,
You Cherokee Nation, who rested with me,
Then forced on bloody feet,
Left me to the employment of other seekers--
Desperate for gain, starving for gold.
You, the Turk, the Swede, the German, the Scot...
You the Ashanti, the Yoruba, the Kru,
Bought, sold, stolen, arriving on a nightmare
Praying for a dream.
Here, root yourselves beside me.
I am the tree planted by the river,
Which will not be moved.
I, the rock, I the river, I the tree
I am yo...Read more of this...

by Byron, George (Lord)
...e was first minister of state, 
I mean — the slaves hear now); some cried 'off, off!' 
As at a farce; till, grown quite desperate, 
The bard Saint Peter pray'd to interpose 
(Himself an author) only for his prose. 

XCIV 

The varlet was not an ill-favour'd knave; 
A good deal like a vulture in the face, 
With a hook nose and a hawk'd eye, which gave 
A smart and sharper-looking sort of grace 
To his whole aspect, which, though rather grave, 
Was by no means so ugly as hi...Read more of this...

by Miller, Alice Duer
...s ago.'
Good God, I thought, have they not heard that we
Were those ***** colonists who would be free,
Who took our desperate chance, and fought and won
Under a colonist called Washington?

One does not lose one's birthright, it appears.
I had been English then for many years.

X 
We went down to Cambridge, 
Cambridge in the spring. 
In a brick court at twilight 
We heard the thrushes sing, 
And we went to evening service 
In the chapel of the King. 
The l...Read more of this...

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