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Famous Failure Poems by Famous Poets

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

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by Kilmer, Joyce
...eep and sing,
And Keats is thankful for Fanny Brawne
And Drummond for his king.
They know that on flinty sorrow
And failure and desire
The steel of their souls was hammered
To bring forth the lyric fire.
Lord Byron and Shelley and Plunkett,
McDonough and Hunt and Pearse
See now why their hatred of tyrants
Was so insistently fierce.
Is Freedom only a Will-o'-the-wisp
To cheat a poet's eye?
Be it phantom or fact, it's a noble cause
In which to sing and to die!
So no...Read more of this...



by Robinson, Edwin Arlington
...ard together with a quaint 
Revulsion—as I recognize it now—
Not only for my Captain, but as well 
For every smug-faced failure on God’s earth; 
Albeit I could swear, at the same time, 
That there were tears in the old fellow’s eyes. 
I question if in tremors or in tears
There be more guidance to man’s worthiness 
Than—well, say in his prayers. But oftentimes 
It humors us to think that we possess 
By some divine adjustment of our own 
Particular shrewd cells, or some...Read more of this...

by Whitman, Walt
..., or
 reconnoissance,
And that it is not something which by luck may turn out well for us, and without luck must
 be a
 failure for us, 
And not something which may yet be retracted in a certain contingency. 

The light and shade, the curious sense of body and identity, the greed that with perfect
 complaisance devours all things, the endless pride and out-stretching of man, unspeakable
 joys
 and
 sorrows, 
The wonder every one sees in every one else he sees, and the won...Read more of this...

by Browning, Robert
...make no step 
Beyond the natural man, the better beast, 
Using his senses, not the sense of sense." 
In man there's failure, only since he left 
The lower and inconscious forms of life. 
We called it an advance, the rendering plain 
Man's spirit might grow conscious of man's life, 
And, by new lore so added to the old, 
Take each step higher over the brute's head. 
This grew the only life, the pleasure-house, 
Watch-tower and treasure-fortress of the soul, 
Which ...Read more of this...

by Eliot, T S (Thomas Stearns)
...the years of l'entre deux guerres
Trying to use words, and every attempt
Is a wholly new start, and a different kind of failure
Because one has only learnt to get the better of words
For the thing one no longer has to say, or the way in which
One is no longer disposed to say it. And so each venture
Is a new beginning, a raid on the inarticulate
With shabby equipment always deteriorating
In the general mess of imprecision of feeling,
Undisciplined squads of emotion. An...Read more of this...



by Carroll, Lewis
...rt: my simple Third
Follows, too often, hopes absurd
And plausible deceivers. 

My First to get at wisdom tries -
A failure melancholy!
My Second men revered as wise:
My Third from heights of wisdom flies
To depths of frantic folly. 

My First is ageing day by day:
My Second's age is ended:
My Third enjoys an age, they say,
That never seems to fade away,
Through centuries extended. 

My Whole? I need a poet's pen
To paint her myriad phases:
The monarch, and the sl...Read more of this...

by Alighieri, Dante
...efused them, lest the lost 
 Boast something baser than themselves." 

 And I, 
 "Master, what grievance hath their failure cost, 
 That through the lamentable dark they cry?" 

 He answered, "Briefly at a thing not worth 
 We glance, and pass forgetful. Hope in death 
 They have not. Memory of them on the earth 
 Where once they lived remains not. Nor the breath 
 Of Justice shall condemn, nor Mercy plead, 
 But all alike disdain them. That they know 
 Th...Read more of this...

by Service, Robert William
...No man can be a failure if he thinks he's a success;
he may not own his roof-tree overhead,
He may be on his uppers and have hocked his evening dress -
(Financially speaking - in the red)
He may have chronic shortage to repay the old home mortgage,
And almost be a bankrupt in his biz.,
But though he skips his dinner,
And each day he's growing thinner,
If he thinks he is...Read more of this...

by Robinson, Edwin Arlington
...ompleteness agitates
And undetermines us; we do not feel -- 
We dare not feel it yet -- the splendid shame
Of uncreated failure; we forget,
The while we groan, that God's accomplishment
Is always and unfailingly at hand. 

II 

Tumultuously void of a clean scheme
Whereon to build, whereof to formulate,
The legion life that riots in mankind
Goes ever plunging upward, up and down,
Most like some crazy regiment at arms,
Undisciplined of aught but Ignorance,
And ever led reso...Read more of this...

by Cisneros, Sandra
...awards
and plenty of champagne for the survivors.

After all the years of degradations,
the several holidays of failure,
there should be something
to commemorate the pain.

Someday we’ll forget that great Brazil disaster.
Till then, Richard, I wish you well.
I wish you love affairs and plenty of hot water,
and women kinder than I treated you.
I forget the reason, but I loved you once,
remember?

Maybe in this season, drunk
and sentimental, ...Read more of this...

by Brautigan, Richard
...on the

Coleman stove.

 The mother apologized. She was supposed to be watching

the fish --THIS IS MY EARTHLY FAILURE-- holding the

dead fish by the tail, the fish taking all the bows like a young

Jewish comedian talking about Adlai Stevenson.

 The third-year student in engineering at the University of

Montana took a tin can and punched an elaborate design of

holes in the can, the design running around and around in

circles, like a dog with a fire hydrant ...Read more of this...

by Chesterton, G K
...th the Italian's eye,
Asking him of his whence and why,
King Alfred stood and said:

"I am that oft-defeated King
Whose failure fills the land,
Who fled before the Danes of old,
Who chaffered with the Danes with gold,
Who now upon the Wessex wold
Hardly has feet to stand.

"But out of the mouth of the Mother of God
I have seen the truth like fire,
This--that the sky grows darker yet
And the sea rises higher."

Long looked the Roman on the land;
The trees as golden cro...Read more of this...

by Aiken, Conrad
...pattern clings to the gleaming edges!
They're works of art—minutely seen and felt,
Each petal done devoutly. Is it failure
To spend your blood like this?

Study them . . . you will see there, in the porcelain,
If you stare hard enough, a sort of swimming
Of lights and shadows, ghosts within a crystal—
My brain unfolding! There you'll see me sitting
Day after day, close to a certain window,
Looking down, sometimes, to see the people . . .

Sometime...Read more of this...

by Robinson, Edwin Arlington
...
He may have had for evil or for good 
No argument; he may have had no care 
For what without himself went anywhere 
To failure or to glory, and least of all
For such a stale, flamboyant miracle; 
He may have been the prophet of an art 
Immovable to old idolatries; 
He may have been a player without a part, 
Annoyed that even the sun should have the skies
For such a flaming way to advertise; 
He may have been a painter sick at heart 
With Nature’s toiling for a new surprise; ...Read more of this...

by Kay, Jackie
...st
then) and well even in the early sixties there was something
Scandalous about adopting
Telling the world your secret failure
Bringing up an alien child
Who knew what it would turn out to be?

But I wanted a baby badly
Didn't need to come from my womb
Or his seed for me to love it
And I had sisters who looked just like me
Didn't need carbon copy features
Blueprints for generations
It was my baby a baby a baby I wanted

So I watched my child grow
Always the first to hear her...Read more of this...

by Levine, Philip
...pencil, 
 no paper, only the blunt 
 end of my anger. My dear, 
 if I had words how could I 
 report the imperfect failure 
 for which I began to die? 

 I might begin by saying 
 that it was for clarity, 
 though I did not find it in 
 terror: dubiously 
 entered each act, unsure 
 of who I was and what I 
 did, touching my face for fear 
 I was another inside 

 my head I played back pictures 
 of my childhood, of my wife 
 even, for it was in her 
 I found myself beat...Read more of this...

by Lowell, Amy
...ed the best which he could buy.
He would pray as to some high-niched saint,
That she would cure him of the taint
Of failure. He would clutch the wall
With his bleeding fingers, if she should fall
He could catch, and hold her, and make her live!
With sobs he would ask her to forgive
All he had done. And broken, spent,
He would call himself impertinent;
Presumptuous; a tradesman; a nothing; driven
To madness by the sight of Heaven.
At other times he would take t...Read more of this...

by Strand, Mark
...r>
She seemed to consider his absence
of no special importance,
as someone on a perfect day will consider
the weather a failure
because it did not change his mind."
You narrow your eyes.
You have the impulse to close the book
which describes my resistance:
how when I lean back I imagine
my life without you, imagine moving
into another life, another book.
It describes your dependence on desire,
how the momentary disclosures
of purpose make you afraid.
The book ...Read more of this...

by Ammons, A R
...One failure on
Top of another...Read more of this...

by Plath, Sylvia
...s gape of perpetual grieving.
It is she that drags the blood-black sea around
Month after month, with its voices of failure.
I am helpless as the sea at the end of her string.
I am restless. Restless and useless. I, too, create corpses.

I shall move north. I shall move into a long blackness.
I see myself as a shadow, neither man nor woman,
Neither a woman, happy to be like a man, nor a man
Blunt and flat enough to feel no lack. I feel a la...Read more of this...

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