Best Failures Poems
My Failures
Always end in disaster
If i was better i wouldn't be this horrible person
My Failures
My life will never be great or best it can be
I wish I someone else
My Failures
lifes better without me
life will never be in the light for me
never wanting;
ever regreting,
don't forget,
I'm doing it all on own two feet.
doubts so hollow,
not redeeming atonement.
so unsure,
with the risks of conscequences.
pressures of failures;
teeming with unwanted unknown neglect,
brooding the cost,
impartial to the reactions,
not heeding the learned lessons.
too much to consider own my own terms:
foundation no too firm,
living untill the broken end,
contemplating for the unknown answers.
Subliminal jealousy
It's a pity
Why do you keep measuring my devotion?
You think I would leave but it's only
Your conceited truth
That could make us drift apart
But I won't let it come that far
Because I learned and I am loyal
And now I'm sounding just like you
When we'd be the purest souls
Perfect people in imperfect circumstances
Colliding and repelling just like magnets
I failed to say the things I should
When the moment was right
Too late, wrong time, wrong choice of words
I thought you knew but you keep guessing
Can't be pleased by reactions
Would I care if things were different?
I never thought I could be one of the lost ones
Talking about heartbreak and isolation and the typical downfalls of an obliterated life
Then I fell right into it
Can we ever overcome these failures of life?
perfectly best, God’s plans for me always prosper, I trust midst failures.
Jeremiah 29:11 For I know the thoughts that I think toward you, saith the LORD, thoughts of peace, and not of evil, to give you an expected end.
August 25, 2020
4th place, "When plans don't go to plan" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Silent One; judged on 8/29/2020.
Watching the clock I'm wary of time,
listening to words that mean nothing to me
If I could do better and take useful notes,
then maybe the lesson I could finally agree
It's no good to be different in Sex Ed,
what if I don't plan to date a man?
They don't talk of subjects I care of at all,
and frankly, I'm not really a fan
My BSF, only 16, calls in a panic,
within herself lies an unwanted child
Told to save herself she didn't know,
her late childhood is now defiled
These problems seem unique,
but don't be obstinance
As our schools only teach us abstinence
From failures after pity party, I rise, upheld by God’s mercy*
Directed toward faith-performance ascent
Pressing on, vanquishing doubts.
Fervently following biblical instruction
I strive against frustration-pulls
Overcoming distresses caused by pity party.
Allowing not my spirit to wallow in misery
Midst desperation-attacks, I persist after pity party
While the Lord steers me upward.
*Psalm 33:22 Let thy mercy, O LORD, be upon us, according as we hope in thee.
(Series of Tristich)
June 8, 2019
Honorable Mention, "After the Party" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Anthony Slausin; judged on 7/1/2019.
Failures` hiding place
I have done a lot of work even been an officer
With shiny buttons but never succeeded in the world
Of practical work ended up on my personal skid-row
Sleeping rough people look at you with contempt some
Ignore you other shouts hurtful remarks
Poetry is a good place for losers of the race here they
Dream, write words on paper build a shiny citadel and
Have the key to unlocking wonders.
Dreams of my failures
When I was counting the
Page of my goals of dream
I remember my walk like an
ant to search it's life.
But I failed which brings the
Dry leaf from the dead seed
One day I will brings the flowers
from the dream of my
FAILURES.....
With love all
Jagdish bajantri
Letting Go and Calm Witnessing
When U have no solution
You tried it all; Fate Insists you fall. You no longer stand tall
Such moments come often
We try to forget the falls - feeling nothing, helps find your nobodyness
If we hold up a "failure at Solution"
That moment is a mix of doing nothing AND "doing along" with the Universe
When you felt nobody cares (loss of attention)
That mix of nobody with everybody, Multiverse
Is deep insight: becoming nobody makes us everybody with Universe
BACKGROUND: I was a Hindu as one born into such a family in South Africa may be a Hindu, away from India. This meditation is similar in the impetus to Jesus's frequent TWIST of OPPOSITES in the New Testament. The high will be brought low; the meek shall inherit the earth - or more; dying is the way to real living: mainly Matthew 5, 6, 7 or The Sermon on the Mount.
Let us cite a few examples from Paul: I am strong when I am weak; I can do nothing but in Christ I can do anything and everything --
2 Corinthians 12:10 and 2 Corinthians (Epistle) 4:7.
Shalom, shalom to Great Harrys & Marys, Vijays & Ordinarys. LuvYa
Life is not just one single shore,
A long trek that shore to shore goes,
One learns from failure to failure.
Each failure, what a bitter cure!
Something to be endured, one knows,
Life is a quest from shore to shore.
Should failures a success ensure
Let one learn to take highs with lows,
Not success, one learns from failure.
Every time failure stares at door,
Pushing it op more, tends to pose:
Wait, success is no single shore.
A voice is heard as if from core:
O success to long journeys owes,
From failures alone one learns more.
A lady of a lifetime’s lure
Of highs of success, failure’s lows,
Not a lesson of single shore,
Life learns from failure to failure.
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Villanelle | 06.02.2007, revised March 2022 |
Note: Like all Villanelles, the first and third lines of the first stanza alternate here as refrain, maintaining the same message, but not repeated verbatim.
It so happen,
The hungry whale in hearty amity,
with an invisible scowl and a dreadful leer.
Led him to the gallows.
blackened by whorish adventurous traverse on many beds,
with mascara concealed the treacherous venom of invading serpent,
Delilah dressed in the garbs of Deborah,
gives a Judas kiss to their prey,
and at the other counting house,
quarrying on the destinies of many,
insincerity, what evil stems from your whorish womb,
hunting for prey as missioners from hell.
Did they find a victim in you?
The gold is now dross,your eyes gauged and locks cut.
And You the victim, Sometimes in reminisce,
Your dreams revived,
Yet, trudging the barren hill down the desolate vales
The Burden of Dumah,
buried at the alter of Jezebel
And there he sleeps,
cowering in the ship to Tarshish,
Is this the place for rest?
Ah! Terror concealed with a kiss,
The timber soon are strained.
This sinkhole is a path to misery,
many men groan on that path.
Tales of woe unspoken.
A thousand beckoning subtle smiles, could be the doorway to death,
with wanton lust enticing men of big dreams from the pathways.
Hush!
Should These Despots succeed?
Buried destinies,
Murdered dreams,
Swapped mission,
Alas!
In that grave over there,
crammed with unfulfilled destinies.
buried between their thighs.
Oh Man! Guard Your unfulfilled mission,
Lest like Samson,
You grind in the Mill.
Loves failures
When you try
And you try
To put things in the past
Simple things
Huge things
Happiness just wont last
Simple days
Hard days
Everything seems to crash
Like a falling star
Like a broken heart
Love failed me
Time in
Time out
No tears
All smiles
It didn't phase me
I'm still moving on
I knew that I had strength all along
Without a doubt
I have to learn how
What ever mountains I have to climb
I'll do it right this time...
Look at the man
I have beside me now
We are trying not to fall
He's teaching me how
To erase loves past failures
Advance my mind
Help me through this
Because I'm stuck in a bind
Move forward one step at a time
I love you forever
Past mistakes will not hurt my future
Loves failures,
You've changed my mind!!
Dismissed from singing with
Admirable voices
It's a gloomy morning...
My distraught spirit
Sinks downward
Dripping failures drown
My music box -
My heart
No longer thumps with triumph,
Excitement,
Joyousness,
Delight...
My spirit
can't reach
heaven's height!
The High School Choir -
Crowded with
Cheerful students,
Releasing their
Positive mindsets
It upsets
My own soul...
And I envy their
Happy-go-lucky voices
They don't understand
Oh no...
They'll never know
Spewing out fascinating noises
Invigorating noises...
Amazing, mature voices
Reaches my fatigued ears...
They don't taste
My revolting fears...
They'll never see
The tears streaming down
My grimy face
They're too busy...
Running the race
Competing for praise and grace
Seeking the award...
while I jump off board...
They don't care if I die
Oh no!
No one cares to save me
From the waters that push me...
Drown me...
tug me...
drag me...
To and fro...
My sadness grows
And the wicked wind blows
As I helplessly drift away
Like the sunset murdering the day
Like the sunset greeting the night
As I plead...TAKE IT ALL AWAY!
TAKE ALL OF MY DISMAY...
I'd rather not deal with it today...
Or tomorrow...
That would bring in sorrow
“The best way to treat obstacles is to use them as stepping stones.” Enid Blyton
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Stepping Stones to Success
In the deep depth of their dreams many souls
Aspire to reach atop a scenic hill
Whence they can eye the vista as a whole
And view the landscape of the distant fields;
But when wild woeful winds of stark failures
Rock their spirit, hurling them to the ground
It is ripe time to change their behaviour,
Time to move step by step to get around,
Time not to try to reach the sky at once
But to make every step a success tale
Time along the stairs not at once to bounce
But to learn to confront the stormy gales
And over woeful wild winds to prevail.
Failing Doesn't Make Failures
Miracle Man
9/1/2024
The sun rose today,
and if I should fail someone,
God forgives my failing.