Success Poem

Find a success poem to inspire and motivate you. Let these poems give you opinions on the age-old question of what is success in this life. We all have different definitions of success. Does success mean having money? Or, is success possessions? Or, is success a job title? Is it winning? What does it mean?

Webster's Dictionary defines success as follows: "accomplishment, achievement (a person or thing which succeeds)". mean to succeed? Find answers to "what is success" in these poems. It may surprise you!

Ask yourself the question, at the end of your life what will you consider to be a successful life? Then ask yourself are you living that life today.

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    A famous poem about success. Reflect on the words of Ralph Waldo Emerson.
    He expresses what he feels as winning in life
  1. Success
    Poet: Ralph Waldo Emerson


    To laugh often and much;

    To win the respect of intelligent people and
     the affection of children;

    To earn the appreciation of honest critics and
     endure the betrayal of false friends;

    To appreciate beauty,

    To find the best in others,

    To leave the world a bit better,
    whether by a healthy child,
    a garden patch or a redeemed social condition;

    To know even one life has breathed easier
     because you have lived.

    This is to have succeeded.



  2. Determination
    Poet: Ethel L. Preble


    Determination! Thou fore-runner of Success;
    Thou life-breath of all great desire;
    Thou art a power that few possess:
    Thou art the spark which makes the fire!
    The tenacious beach-grass, thou,
    Which binds the shifting sands of idle thought,
    And, —with that force which makes men bow —
    Lo! In them a miracle is wrought!



  3. Edgar A. Guest points out what is important when it comes to being successful at your work. Is it the job or is it you? Read these verses for thoughts on this.
  4. The Job
    Poet: Edgar A Guest


    The job will not make you, my boy;
    The job will not bring you to fame
    Or riches or honor or joy
    Or add any weight to your name.
    You may fail or succeed where you are,
    May honestly serve or may rob;
    From the start to the end
    Your success will depend
    On just what you make of your job.

    Don't look on the job as the thing
    That shall prove what you're able to do;
    The job does no more than to bring
    A chance for promotion to you.
    Men have shirked in high places and won
    Very justly the jeers of the mob;
    And you'll find it is true
    That it's all up to you
    To say what shall come from the job.

    The job is an incident small;
    The thing that's important is man.
    The job will not help you at all
    If you won't do the best that you can.
    It is you that determines your fate,
    You stand with your hand on the knob
    Of fame's doorway to-day,
    And life asks you to say
    Just what you will make of your job.



  5. You May Succeed At Last
    Poet: J.J. Thorne


    Passions and violence destroy labor,
    But hope and energy is hard to blast;
    Stick tight to your integrity,
    You may succeed at last.

    Think with care before you start,
    Of your business and methods to cast;
    Labor faithful with an honest heart.
    You may succeed at last.

    Personal vigilance is the price of prosperity,
    Frugality saves without driving so fast;
    Prate for rights but not ignore charity.
    You may succeed at last.

    Be a servant on virtue's ship,
    When duty commands climb up the mast;
    Pilot your way for security's shore,
    You may succeed at last.

    We are bound to regret our evils and wrongs,
    And grieve of disobedience in the past;
    Make hope and reformation humble songs,
    You may succeed at last.

    Life is trouble, trials are many,
    A hero is he that completes his task;
    Completion gives repose and awaits next duty,
    You may succeed at last.

    Time and eternity waits for no one,
    Honor and duties are many and vast;
    Pursue your way noble daughter and son,
    You may succeed at last.

    All blessings of God is bestowed upon Us,
    We do not have to ask —
    Beseech his mercy with humble hearts,
    You may succeed at last.



  6. The Keenest Pleasure
    Poet: Strickland Gillilan


    We are so built, we human things,
    That we may touch joy's deepest springs
    Now and again. We should be glad
    That real pleasure may be had
    From our accomplishment of what
    Our brains conceived, our two hands wrought
    But still the finest joy, indeed,
    Is seeing some one else succeed.

    'Tis only now and then that we
    Can bring the longed-for thing to be
    That we ourselves had planned and dreamed,
    That we had plotted for and schemed.
    So if our only triumphs come
    When we have crowned with doing, some
    Of our own plans, we miss a lot
    Of earthly joy we might have got!

    For all the time some one's succeeding
    In some great thing that had been breeding
    In mind and soul of him; and so
    A sympathetic joy we know
    When he brings triumph out of chaos
    And with his vict'ry song would stay us.
    This makes of earth a Neighborhood -
    Our joy when some one else makes good.



  7. Wise words by Marshal Foch. While these words were said many years ago, they still hold true today.
  8. The Essentials of Success
    by Marshal Foch, Said in 1922


    He who hesitates is lost. He who moves forward wins.

    The way not to move forward is by adopting the methods
     of the board who ruthlessly pushes others aside that
     he may reach the front of the crowd -
    the self seeker, who tries to impress on everyone
    that he is entitled to what he is not;
    the nervous, arrogant man who cannot wait,
    but who feels that if he does not reach the
    front at once the world is lost for him.

    The way to move forward is by patience, by earnest endeavor,
    by diligent study, by tireless work.

    Plan your battle of life in advance.
    Map out every detail of what you want to accomplish and
     then follow out your program.

    No man who has been successful in life can
     be counted as lucky.
    His success has been due to his own effort.

    Success is work and work is success.
    The two are inseparable.



  9. One of our favorite poems about success in life! At the end of the day, it is not your job, it is not money, but how we treat others, how we live that determines success!
  10. Not In Vain
    Poet: Emily Dickinson

    If I can stop one heart from breaking,
    I shall not live in vain;
    If I can ease one life the aching,
    Or cool one pain,
    Or help one fainting robin
    Unto his nest again,
    I shall not live in vain.



  11. As We Live
    Poet: Ella Wheeler Wilcox

    As we gaze up life's slope, as we gaze
    In the morn, ere the dewdrops are dry,
    What splendour hangs over the ways,
    What glory gleams there in the sky,
    What pleasures seem waiting us, high
    On the peak of that beauteous slope,
    What rainbow-hued colours of hope,
    As we gaze!

    As we climb up the hill, as we climb,
    Our hearts, our illusions, are rent:
    For Fate, who is spouse of old Time,
    Is jealous of youth and content.
    With brows that are brooding and bent
    She shadows our sunlight of gold,
    And the way grows lonely and cold
    As we climb.

    As we toil on, through trouble and pain,
    There are hands that will shelter and feed;
    But once let us dare to attain―
    They will bruise our bare hearts till they bleed.
    'Tis the worst of all crimes to succeed,
    Know this as ye feast on a crust,
    Know this in the darkness and dust,
    Ye who climb.

    As we stand on the heights of success,
    Lo! success seems as sad as defeat!
    Through the lives we may succour and bless
    Alone may its bitter turn sweet!
    And the world lying there at our feet,
    With its cavilling praise and its sneer,
    We must pity, condone, but not hear,
    Where we stand.

    As we live on those heights, we must live
    With the courage and pride of a god;
    For the world, it has nothing to give
    But the scourge of the lash and the rod.
    Our thoughts must be noble and broad,
    Our purpose must challenge men's gaze,
    While we seek not their blame or their praise
    As we live.



  12. Nod Their Heads And Say
    Poet: Edgar A. Guest

    This I would claim for my success—not fame nor gold,
    Nor the throng's changing cheers from day to day,
    Not always ease and fortune's glad display,
    Though all of these are pleasant joys to hold;
    But I would like to have my story told
    By smiling friends with whom I've shared the way,
    Who, thinking of me, nod their heads and say:

    "His heart was warm when other hearts were cold.
    "None turned to him for aid and found it not,
    His eyes were never blind to man's distress,
    Youth and old age he lived, nor once forgot
    The anguish and the ache of loneliness;
    His name was free from stain or shameful blot
    And in his friendship men found happiness."



  13. Success
    Poet: John Kendrick Bangs

    Success? What is this thing Success, I pray?
    Is it to stand forth in the glare of day
    As one who wins great battles in the marts
    Without regard to human souls and hearts?
    Is it to strive in blindness of the right
    Toward and to achieve some goal of might
    Wherefrom vast riches pour, huge stores of gold.
    Into the coffers of the keen and bold?
    Is it to win through trickery of phrase
    And nice word polshments the Poet's bays,
    Or laurels of the Masters of Romance,
    Not by endeavor, but by stylist's chance?
    Is it to trample by sheer force of will
    O'er plodders for the right, o'er halt and ill?
    To snatch some high position in the State,
    To principle and honor runagate?
    Is it to climb from lowly place to high
    Regardless of the rungs of misery?

    Or is it his who lives his mortal span
    In all things striving to become a man?
    To live as God hath willed, to use his brawn
    To help another to some joyous dawn?
    To use his strength, his valor and his wit
    Shall say of his achievement small "Well done!'
    So that, though riches small may come of it,
    His fellows when his sands of life are run
    Here falls a man we never knew to shirk;
    The world is brighter for his modest work!
    Ah, give to me not that Success that comes
    Mixed in with others' tears, with sounding drums,
    But better far the laurel that depends
    Upon the love and honor of my friends.
    Those bays the more securely e'er will rest
    That come from those who understand us best;
    The only ones are they that really bless
    And form the measure of the true Success!



  14. Is It Success?
    Poet: Susie M. Best

    Is it success to climb to eminence
    Upon the ruins of another's hopes,
    To gain the topping height at the expense
    Of one condemned to slave on lower slope -
    Is it success?

    Is it success to lose in wealth's pursuit
    The consciousness of right and self-respect,
    Nor care, so gold become our labor's fruit.
    How many noble principles are wrecked -
    Is it success?

    Is it success before the world to bear
    A banner that is seeming free from spots.
    And simultaneous in the bosom wear
    A heart made hideous by secret blots -
    Is it success?



  15. The Thing We Call Success
    Poet Unknown

    Success is speaking words of praise,
    In cheering other people's ways.
    In doing just the best you can,
    With every task and every plan.

    It's silence when your speech would hurt,
    Politeness when your neighbor's curt.
    It's deafness when the scandal flows,
    And sympathy with others' woes.

    It's loyalty when duty calls,
    It's courage when disaster falls.
    It's patience when the hours are long,
    It's found in laughter and in song.

    It's in the silent time of prayer,
    In happiness and in despair.
    In all of life and nothing less,
    We find the thing we call success.



  16. Ask No More Than This
    Poet: James Russell Lowell

    And, for success, I ask no more than this:
    To bear unflinching witness to the truth.
    All true whole men succeed; for what is worth
    Success's name unless it be the thought,
    The inward surety, to have carried out
    A noble purpose to a noble end,
    Although it be the gallows or the block?
    'Tis only Falsehood that doth ever need
    These outward shows of gain to bolster her.



  17. No Failure
    Poet: C. C. Cameron

    There is no failure, save in giving up
    A little more persistence, courage vim
    Success will dawn o'er failure's cloudy rim
    Then take this honey for the bitterest cup;

    There is no failure, save in giving up;
    No real fall so long as one still tries,
    For seeming setbacks make the strong man wise.
    There's no defeat, in truth, save from within;
    Unless you're beaten there, you're bound to win.

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