By First Line · The Wondering Minstrels

The Wondering Minstrels · By First Line

A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W Y Z

A

Abide with me; fast falls the eventide; — Abide with me, Henry F Lyte
Abou Ben Adhem (may his tribe increase!) — Abou Ben Adhem, James Leigh Hunt
About suffering they were never wrong, — Musee des Beaux Arts, W H Auden
About the Shark, phlegmatical one, — The Maldive Shark, Herman Melville
Above the fresh ruffles of the surf — Voyages - I, Hart Crane
Above the quiet dock in midnight, — Above the Dock, T E Hulme
Above us, stars. Beneath us, constellations. — Flying at Night, Ted Kooser
Accept, thou shrine of my dead saint, — Exequy on his Wife, Henry King
Ackees, chapatties — Vegan Delight, Benjamin Zephaniah
Across the dimly lighted room — A Minuet of Mozart's, Sara Teasdale
Across the wet November night — Verses Turned..., John Betjeman
Admired Miranda! — Admired Miranda!, William Shakespeare
Advancing down the road from Nineveh — Regime Change, Andrew Motion
Ae fond kiss, and then we sever; — Ae Fond Kiss, Robert Burns
The aerial on this radio broke — The Aerial, Wendy Cope
An affable Irregular, — The Road at My Door, William Butler Yeats
After a long and wretched flight — Round and Round, Vikram Seth
After a long nap, — Untitled - Haiku, Issa
After all the Shakespeare, the book — An Infinite Number of Monkeys, Ronald Koertge
After having loved we lie close together — Sailing, Henrik Nordbrandt
After scanning its face again and again, — John Muir on Mt. Ritter, Gary Snyder
After the funeral, mule praises, brays, — After the Funeral (In memory of Ann Jones), Dylan Thomas
After we've had — Whitman, Alfred Kreymborg
After you flew across the country we — Topography, Sharon Olds
Again and again through the day — Cat, Jibanananda Das
Against the rubber tongues of cows and the hoeing hands of men — Thistles, Ted Hughes
The age demanded that we sing — The Age Demanded, Ernest Hemingway
Ah, did you once see Shelley plain, — Memorabilia, Robert Browning
"Ah, did you once see Shelley plain?" -- Browning. — The General Public, Stephen Vincent Benét
Ah, Love! could thou and I with Fate conspire — Ah, Love! Could Thou and I with Fate Conspire, Omar Khayyam
Alas! how dismal is my tale, — The Litany for Doneraile, Patrick O'Kelly
All afternoon my brothers and I have worked in the orchard, — Planting a Sequoia, Dana Gioia
All day he crushed the spongy buns, pawed at — The Former Miner Returns from His First Day as a Service Worker (at a McDonald's somewhere in Appalachia), Mark Defoe
All day I think about it, then at night I say it. — The Tavern, Jalaluddin Rumi
All fixed: early arrival at the flat — Nothing to Fear, Kingsley Amis
All Greece hates — Helen, H D
All her hours were yellow sands, — Epitaph for a Darling Lady, Dorothy Parker
All in green went my love riding — All in green went my love riding, e e cummings
All night long the hockey pictures — To A Sad Daughter, Michael Ondaatje
All night the sound had — The Rain, Robert Creeley
All suddenly the wind comes soft, — Song, Rupert Brooke
All that I know — My Star, Robert Browning
All that I love — Bonsai, Edith Tiempo
All the flowers of the spring — Vanitas Vanitatum, John Webster
All the others translate: the painter sketches — The Composer, W H Auden
All the world's a stage, — All the World's a Stage, William Shakespeare
All we need is fourteen lines, well, thirteen now, — Sonnet, Billy Collins
All you who sleep tonight — All You who Sleep Tonight, Vikram Seth
All's over, then: does truth sound bitter — The Lost Mistress, Robert Browning
Almighty ruler of the all — Almighty Ruler of the All, Robert A Heinlein
Almost too diffident to choose, — Poetry Reading, D M Thomas
alongthehorizongrewanunbrokenlineoftrees — Landscape: I, bpNichol
Altarwise by owl-light in the half-way house — Altarwise by Owl-Light (Stanzas I - IV), Dylan Thomas
Always be drunk. — Get Drunk!, Charles Baudelaire
Among a parabola life like a rocket flies, — Parabolic Balad, Andrei Voznesensky
Among the blight-killed eucalypts, among — In California During the Gulf War, Denise Levertov
Among twenty snowy mountains, — Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird, Wallace Stevens
Ample make this bed. — Ample Make This Bed, Emily Dickinson
Ancient one, I'm drunk with the voice — Ancient one, I'm drunk with the voice, Eugenio Montale
Ancient Person, for whom I — A Song of a Young Lady to Her Ancient Lover, John Wilmot
And a woman who held a babe against her bosom said, "Speak to us of — Children, Kahlil Gibran
And came forth like Venus from an ocean of — Behold, David Lee
And death shall have no dominion. — And Death Shall Have No Dominion, Dylan Thomas
And did those feet in ancient time — Jerusalem, William Blake
And did young Stephen sicken, — Ode to Stephen Dowling Bots, Dec'd, Mark Twain
...and guys I knew in the States, young — Gay Chaps at the Bar, Gwendolyn Brooks
And here face down beneath the sun — You, Andrew Marvell, Archibald MacLeish
And here we have another case — Overheard In An Asylum, Alfred Kreymborg
And it was at that age...Poetry arrived — Poetry, Pablo Neruda
And it's clear at last, she dropped — Wife Poem, Hayden Carruth
And so once again — The Fiddle and the Drum, Joni Mitchell
And sometimes it happens that you are friends and then — Sometimes it Happens, Brian Patten
And the age ended, and the last deliverer died. — In Time of War, XII, W H Auden
And the crabs are crazy, they scuttle back and forth, the sand is burning — The Marines Have Landed on the Shores of Santo Domingo, Phil Ochs
And the days are not full enough — And the days are not full enough, Ezra Pound
And the just man trailed God's messenger — Lot's Wife, Anna Akhmatova
"And there is a Japanese idol at Kamakura" — The Buddha at Kamakura, Rudyard Kipling
And this is good old Boston — Boston, John Collins Bossidy
And this, ladies and gentlemen, whom I am not in fact — The Suicide, Louis MacNeice
And thus declared the Arab lady: — Solomon and the Witch, William Butler Yeats
And who by fire, — Who By fire, Leonard Cohen
And you as well must die, beloved dust, — Beloved Dust, Edna St Vincent Millay
The angels are stooping — A Cradle Song, William Butler Yeats
Another suburban family morning — Synchronicity II, Gordon Matthew 'Sting' Sumner
Anyone here had a go at themselves — I Say I Say I Say, Simon Armitage
anyone lived in a pretty how town — Anyone lived in a pretty how town, e e cummings
The apparition of these faces in the crowd; — In a Station of the Metro, Ezra Pound
Are you going to Scarborough fair? — Scarborough Fair, Anonymous
Around the block, against the clock: — Health Fanatic, John Cooper Clarke
The art of Biography — Clerihews, Edmund Clerihew Bentley
The art of losing isn't hard to master; — One Art, Elizabeth Bishop
Art thou pale for weariness — To the Moon, Percy Bysshe Shelley
Arthur is gone . . . Tristram in Careol — Hic Jacet Arthurus Rex Quondam Rexque Futurus, Francis Brett Young
As a child, they could not keep me from wells — Personal Helicon, Seamus Heaney
As a friend to the children — The Yak, Hilaire Belloc
As a white candle — The Old Woman, Joseph Campbell
As I pondered very weary o'er a volume long and dreary — — Come-By-Chance, A B "Banjo" Paterson
As I sit looking out of a window of the building — The Instruction Manual, John Ashbery
As it fell out on a highe holye daye, — The Ballad of Little Musgrave and Lady Barnard, Anonymous
As kingfishers catch fire, dragonflies draw flame; — As Kingfishers Catch Fire, Gerard Manley Hopkins
As my years burn down — Candlesong, Lee Tzu Pheng
As on all its sides a kitchen-match darts white — Spanish Dancer, Rainer Maria Rilke
As the cat — Poem, William Carlos Williams
As the poets have mournfully sung, — As the poets have mournfully sung, W H Auden
As virtuous men pass mildly away, — A Valediction: Forbidding Mourning, John Donne
As warm north rain breaks over suburb houses, — Rocket Show, James K Baxter
As we get older we do not get any younger. — Chard Whitlow, Henry Reed
As well as it can, the hooked fish while it dies, — As Well as They Can, A D Hope
As you came from the holy land — As You Came from the Holy Land, Sir Walter Raleigh
As you read, a white bear leisurely — To the Reader, Denise Levertov
As you set out for Ithaka — Ithaka, Constantine Cavafy
Ash on an old man's sleeve — Little Gidding, T S Eliot
Ask nothing more of me, sweet, — The Oblation, Algernon Charles Swinburne
The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, — The Destruction of Sennacherib, George Gordon, Lord Byron
At a certain point I lost track of you. — Farewell, Agha Shahid Ali
At Flores in the Azores Sir Richard Grenville lay, — The Revenge : A Ballad of the Fleet, Alfred, Lord Tennyson
At home there's a sun-corner — Sun-corner, Tarjei Vesaas
At the end of my suffering — The Wild Iris, Louise Glück
At the top of the stairs — Beatrix is Three, Adrian Mitchell
Athwart the harbor lingers yet — Sunrise Along Shore, Lucy Maud Montgomery
Attend the tale of Sweeney Todd — The Prologue to 'Sweeney Todd', Stephen Sondheim
Aunt Jennifer's tigers prance across a screen, — Aunt Jennifer's Tigers, Adrienne Rich
Autumn. Listen. Crackling. Can you hear that heavy rattling? — Poet, Hugo Claus
Awake! for Morning in the Bowl of Night — The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam, Omar Khayyam
Awake! for Morning on the Pitch of Night — Strugnell's Rubaiyat, Wendy Cope

B

"Back from vacation", the barber announces, — Back From Vacation, John Updike
Back in the caveman days business was fair. — The Oxford Hysteria of English Poetry, Adrian Mitchell
backroad leafmold stonewall chipmunk — Silent Poem, Robert Francis
Bald heads, forgetful of their sins, — The Scholars, William Butler Yeats
The Ballyshannon foundered off the the coast of Cariboo, — Etiquette, W S Gilbert
Bangle sellers are we who bear — The Bangle Sellers, Sarojini Naidu
A banjo maker in the mountains, — The Grain of Sound, Robert Morgan
The bare bulb, a scatter of nails, — An Ulster Twilight, Seamus Heaney
Barely a twelvemonth after — The Horses, Edwin Muir
The battle rent a cobweb diamond-strung — Range Finding, Robert Frost
Baud: the rate of speed at which information is — Electronically Yours, Gerald Jonas
The bay is thick with flecks of white. — The Wind, Vikram Seth
Beat! beat! drums! -- blow! bugles! blow! — Beat! Beat! Drums!, Walt Whitman
Beautiful lofty things; O'Leary's noble head; — Beautiful Lofty Things, William Butler Yeats
Beautiful Railway Bridge of the Silv'ry Tay! — The Tay Bridge Disaster, William McGonagall
Beautiful Soup, so rich and green, — Beautiful Soup, Lewis Carroll
Because I could not stop for Death, — The Chariot, Emily Dickinson
The bees build in the crevices — The Stare's Nest by My Window, William Butler Yeats
Before the beginning of years, — Chorus from 'Atalanta in Calydon', Algernon Charles Swinburne
Before the Roman came to Rye or out to Severn strode, — The Rolling English Road, G K Chesterton
Begging Robert W. Service's Pardon — The Ballad of Yukon Jake, Edward E Paramore Jr
Behold her, single in the field, — The Solitary Reaper, William Wordsworth
Behold the hippopotamus! — The Hippopotamus, Ogden Nash
Believe me, if all those endearing young charms, — Believe Me, If All Those Endearing Young Charms, Thomas Moore
Belinda lived in a little white house, — The Tale of Custard the Dragon, Ogden Nash
Below the thunders of the upper deep; — The Kraken, Alfred, Lord Tennyson
Beneath the golden balm — An Exile's Lament, Jacqueline Carey
Bent double, like old beggars under sacks — Dulce Et Decorum Est, Wilfred Owen
Beside the ungathered rice he lay, — The Slave's Dream, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way — The Village Schoolmaster, Oliver Goldsmith
Better a jungle in the head — Pentecost, Derek Walcott
Between the dark and the daylight, — The Children’s Hour, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Big mac, small mac, burger and fries — Fast Food, Richard Thompson
Big whorls have little whorls — Big Whorls Have Little Whorls, Lewis F Richardson
The bishop sat in lordly state and purple cap sublime, — Tangmalangaloo, John O'Brien
Bitter is the wind tonight. — The Viking Terror, Anonymous
Black is the beauty of the brightest day, — Lament for Zenocrate, Christopher Marlowe
Black of grackles glints purple as, wheeling in sun-glare, — Grackles, Goodbye, Robert Penn Warren
Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of — The Sermon on the Mount, Anonymous
The blessed damozel lean'd out — The Blessed Damozel, Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Blessed with a joy that only she — The Gift of God -, Edwin Arlington Robinson
A bloody and a sudden end, — John Kinsella's Lament for Mrs Mary Moore, William Butler Yeats
Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks! rage! blow! — Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks, William Shakespeare
The blue that startled his heart has faded: — Second Honeymoon, Tony Scanlon
boss i went — archy interviews a pharoh, Don Marquis
Bound to your bookseller, leap to your library, — PG Wooster, Just as he Useter, Ogden Nash
A boy child lies locked in the fisherman's yawl — The Soul Cages, Gordon Matthew 'Sting' Sumner
The boy stod on the burning deck, — Casabianca, Felicia Hemans
Break, break, break, — Break, break, break, Alfred, Lord Tennyson
Breathes there the man with soul so dead, — Patriotism, Sir Walter Scott
Bright college days, oh, carefree days that fly, — Bright College Days, Tom Lehrer
Bright Star, would I were steadfast as thou art-- — Last Sonnet, John Keats
Broad sun-stoned beaches. — Midsummer, Tobago, Derek Walcott
The broad-backed hippopotamus — The Hippopotamus, T S Eliot
The broken dike, the levee washed away, — Epitaph for the Race of Man: X, Edna St Vincent Millay
-Brook and road — The Simplon Pass, William Wordsworth
Brothers that live when we are dead, — Ballade of the Hanged (Villon's Epitaph), Francois Villon
Brush the floor and clean the hearth, — The Kerry Christmas Carol, Sigerson Clifford
Buffalo Bill's — Buffalo Bill's/ defunct, e e cummings
Buildings above the leafless trees — Central Park at Dusk, Sara Teasdale
A bunch of the boys were whooping it up in the Malamute saloon; — The Shooting of Dan McGrew, Robert Service
Busy old fool, unruly Sun, — The Sun Rising, John Donne
But look! o'er the fall see the angler stand, — The Angler, Thomas Buchanan Read
'But that was nothing to what things came out — Welsh Incident, Robert Graves
But to my tale of Laura, --- for I find — From Beppo, George Gordon, Lord Byron
But what about the courage — Brave World, Tony Hoagland
The buzzard never says it is to blame. — In Praise of Feeling Bad About Yourself, Wislawa Szymborska
By all the glories of the day — Before Action, W N Hodgson
By day give thanks, by night beware — Night Vision, Suzanne Vega
By heaven and hell, and all the fools between them, — The Last Man, Thomas Lovell Beddoes
By Louisa Caroline — The Vulture and the Husbandman, Arthur Clement Hilton
By the road to the contagious hospital — Spring and all, William Carlos Williams
By the shore of Gitchie Gumee, — Hiawatha's Departure, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
By the time you swear you're his, — Unfortunate Coincidence, Dorothy Parker
By yon bonnie banks, and by yon bonnie braes, — Loch Lomond, Lady John Scott

C

California, Mississippi — Someday Someone Will Bet That You Can't Name All Fifty States, Judith Viorst
Call the roller of big cigars, — The Emperor of Ice-Cream, Wallace Stevens
Can you draw out Leviathan with a fishhook, or press down his tongue with a — Leviathan, Anonymous
Can you hunt the prey for the lion, or satisfy the appetite of the young — The Book of Job, Anonymous
The Canadian Centenary Council — National Identity, F R Scott
Candy — Reflections on Ice-Breaking, Ogden Nash
Care-charmer Sleep, son of the sable Night, — Care-charmer Sleep, son of the sable Night (Delia LIV), Samuel Daniel
Cat, if you go outdoors, you must walk in the snow. — On A Night of Snow, Elizabeth Coatsworth
The cat went here and there — The Cat and the Moon, William Butler Yeats
Cat! who hast pass'd thy grand climacteric, — To Mrs. Reynolds' Cat, John Keats
Catch, my Uncle Jack said — Elizabeth, Michael Ondaatje
Cats no less liquid than their shadows — Cats, A S J Tessimond
Caught. — Mahi-Mahi, Mairead Byrne
Caxtons are mechanical birds with many wings — A Martian Sends A Postcard Home, Craig Raine
A centipede was happy quite, — The Distracted Centipede, Anonymous
Charlie Freak had but one thing to call his own. — Charlie Freak, Steely Dan
The cherry blossom — Strugnell's Haiku, Wendy Cope
A Chieftain, to the Highlands bound, — Lord Ullin's Daughter, Thomas Campbell
A child said, *What is the grass?* fetching it to me with full hands; — Leaves of Grass, Section 14, Poem 6, Walt Whitman
Children are dumb to say how hot the day is, — The Cool Web, Robert Graves
Children, if you dare to think — Warning to Children, Robert Graves
The children who explored the brook and found — To Walter de la Mare, T S Eliot
A Child's Story — The Pied Piper of Hamelin, Robert Browning
Chorus: — Northwest Passage, Stan Rogers
Clear water in a brilliant bowl, — The Poems of our Climate, Wallace Stevens
'A cold coming we had of it, — The Journey of the Magi, T S Eliot
Cold in the earth and the deep snow piled above thee! — Remembrance, Emily Bronte
Colin, worshipping some frail, — Caught in the Undertow, Christopher Morley
Come and take a walk with me through this green and growing land — Power and Glory, Phil Ochs
Come, friendly bombs, and fall on Slough — Slough, John Betjeman
Come, let us hasten to a higher plane — Love and Tensor Algebra, Stanislaw Lem
Come live with me and be my love, — The Passionate Shepherd to His Love, Christopher Marlowe
Come live with me, and be my love, — The Bait, John Donne
Come, my Celia, let us prove — Come, My Celia, Ben Jonson
Come, night; come, Romeo; come, thou day in night; — Come, Night; Come, Romeo, William Shakespeare
"Come, try your skill, kind gentlemen, — The Gipsy Girl, Ralph Hodgson
Coming by night, furtively, one by one — The Invaders, A D Hope
Coming up England by a different line — I Remember, I Remember, Philip Larkin
The common cormorant (or shag) — The Common Cormorant, Christopher Isherwood
Commutative Law — Similarity, Piet Hein
Comrades, leave me here a little, while as yet 't is early morn: — Locksley Hall, Alfred, Lord Tennyson
Conjure something glowing — Even If You Grab A Piece of Time, Ruth Forman
Conquistador -- your stallion stands in need of company — Conquistador, Keith Reid
Consider the difference — Emptiness, Jalaluddin Rumi
A cool small evening shrunk to a dog bark and the clank of a bucket -- — Full Moon and Little Frieda, Ted Hughes
Cottleston Cottleston Cottleston Pie, — Cottleston Pie, A A Milne
"Courage!" he said, and pointed toward the land, — The Lotos-Eaters, Alfred, Lord Tennyson
The cricket sang, — The cricket sang, Emily Dickinson
Crossing the frontier they were stopped in time, — Crossing the Frontier, A D Hope
The cruel war was over -- oh, the triumph was so sweet! — The March of the Dead, Robert Service
Cruelty has a Human Heart, — The Divine Image, William Blake
The cur foretells the knell of parting day; — Elegy, Ambrose Bierce
The curfew tolls the knell of parting day; — Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard, Thomas Gray
The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, — If Gray Had Had to Write His Elegy in the Cemetery of Spoon River Instead of in That of Stoke Poges, Sir John Collings Squire
Curly-locks, Curly-locks, wilt thou be mine? — Curly-locks, Traditional
Curtains fluttering by an open window — Corsica, Gerard Bacher

D

dam's broke, — Morning, Robert Creeley
Dark brown is the river, — Where Go the Boats?, Robert Louis Stevenson
Dark night, and silent, calm, and lovely, — Untitled, Vikram Seth
Darkness — A Prayer to the Sun, Geoffrey Hill
Day abandons it — Evening, Gulzar
The day is cold, and dark, and dreary; — The Rainy Day, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The day is done, and the darkness — The Day is Done, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Day is ended, dim my eyes, — Bilbo's Last Song, J R R Tolkien
Day set on Norham's castled steep, — Marmion, Sir Walter Scott
DE GUICHE: Will no one put him down?. . . — Twenty Ways to Insult a Nose, Edmond Rostand
The dead are selfish: — Diatribe Against the Dead, Angel Gonzalez
Dear Alice! you'll laugh when you know it, -- — The Talented Man, Winthrop Mackworth Praed
dear Captain Poetry, — dear Captain Poetry, bpNichol
Dear Madam, you have seen this play; — At the Theatre: To the Lady Behind Me, A P Herbert
Dear Mr. Editor: I wish to say - — A Grievance, J K Stephen
Dear Mr Lee (Mr Smart says — Dear Mr Lee, U A Fanthorpe
Dearest Evelyn, I often think of you — The Jungle Husband, Stevie Smith
Death be not proud, though some have called thee — Death be not Proud (Holy Sonnets: X), John Donne
Deep in the jungle vast and dim, — Atavism, Laurence Hope
A delicate young Negro stands — Anonymous Drawing, Donald Justice
Departing spring — Haiku, Yosa Buson
The Desert is parched in the burning sun — Reverie of Mahomed Akram at the Tamarind Tank, Laurence Hope
The diameter of the bomb was thirty centimeters — The Diameter of the Bomb, Yehuda Amichai
The Diatonic Dittymunch plucked music from the air, — The Diatonic Dittymunch, Jack Prelutsky
Did anyone tell you — The Subway Piranhas, Edwin Morgan
Die Gedanken sind frei — Die Gedanken Sind Frei (Our Thoughts Are Free), Traditional
Die—you can't do that to a cat. — Cat in an Empty Apartment, Wislawa Szymborska
A dingy donkey, formal and unchanged, — A Fable, J H Frere
Do not go gentle into that good night, — Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night, Dylan Thomas
Do not say that I'll depart tomorrow — Call Me by My True Names, Thich Nhat Hanh
Do not stand at my grave and weep, — Do not Stand at my Grave and Weep, Mary Frye
Do not worry about Despair — Excerpts from a Father's Wisdom, A K Ramanujan
Do you remember an Inn, — Tarantella, Hilaire Belloc
Do you weep, Mrs Thatcher, do you weep? — Mrs. Thatcher, Sue Townsend
The doctor took my shirt away; — The Doctor, A P Herbert
Doctor, you say that there are no haloes — Monet Refuses the Operation, Lisel Mueller
Does the road wind up-hill all the way? — Uphill, Christina Rossetti
Do-it-yourself grook — Astro-Gymnastics, Piet Hein
Don't go far off, not even for a day, because -- — Don't Go Far Off, Pablo Neruda
Don't let that horse — Don't let that horse, Lawrence Ferlinghetti
Don’t talk to me of love. I’ve had an earful — In Paris with You, James Fenton
Don't worry about saving these songs! — Where Everything Is Music, Jalaluddin Rumi
Don't you care for my love? she said bitterly. — Intimates, D H Lawrence
A doubt if it be Us — A Doubt If It Be Us, Emily Dickinson
Down near the bottom — The Word, Tony Hoagland
Down some cold field in a world outspoken — Requiem: The Soldier, Humbert Wolfe
Down the air — Butterfly, S Thomas Ansell
Down thy valleys, Ireland, Ireland, — Ireland, Ireland, Sir Henry Newbolt
Downhill I came, hungry, and yet not starved; — The Owl, Edward Thomas
DRAGOONS: — The Soldiers of our Queen, W S Gilbert
Drink to me, only, with thine eyes, — To Celia, Ben Jonson
Driving south and travelling — Maintrunk Country Roadsong, Sam Hunt
Droning a drowsy syncopated tune, — The Weary Blues, Langston Hughes
Drunk and senseless in his place, — Ramon, Bret Harte
A duck once met a porcupine; they formed a corporation — Stew Much, Sukumar Ray
Dürer would have seen a reason for living — The Steeple-Jack, Marianne Moore
A Dutch Lullaby — Wynken, Blynken, and Nod, Eugene Field

E

'E was warned agin' 'er -- — The Sergeant's Weddin', Rudyard Kipling
each day mowed — The Man into Whose Yard You Should Not Hit Your Ball, Thomas Lux
Each night, this adroit young lady — Aerialist, Sylvia Plath
Each star a rung, — A Prison Evening, Faiz Ahmed Faiz
Eärendil was a mariner — Eärendil was a mariner, J R R Tolkien
Earth has not anything to show more fair: — Composed Upon Westminster Bridge, September 3, 1802, William Wordsworth
Elegies are to be sung — Elegy, Machine Head
Elephants are contagious! — Contagion, Spike Milligan
England's on the anvil -- hear the hammers ring -- — The Anvil, Rudyard Kipling
English Teeth, English Teeth! — Teeth, Spike Milligan
Ere Mor the Peacock flutters, ere the Monkey People cry, — The Song of the Little Hunter, Rudyard Kipling
'Ere the day dawns, while yet white are the seas, set out you will; — Towards Freedom, Orhan Veli
'Erected to the Memory of Mrs. Dermot O'Brien' — Lines Written on a Seat on the Grand Canal, Dublin, Patrick Kavanagh
Especially when the October wind — Especially when the October wind, Dylan Thomas
Euclid alone has looked on Beauty bare. — Euclid Alone Has Looked On Beauty Bare, Edna St Vincent Millay
Eve is madly in love with Hugh — Office Friendships, Gavin Ewart
Even in prayer, we are so unfettered and self-examining; — Ghazal (Untitled), Ghalib
'...even now, an old black ram — Goats and Monkeys, Derek Walcott
Even such is time, that takes in trust — Even Such is Time, Sir Walter Raleigh
Even the shrewd and bitter, — Prologue to "Rhymes to be Traded for Bread", Vachel Lindsay
The evenfall, so slow on hills, hath shot — The Lights of London, Louise Imogen Guiney
Every town our home town, — Every Town a Home Town, Kaniyan Punkunran
Everybody knows that the dice are loaded — Everybody Knows, Leonard Cohen
Everyone suddenly burst out singing; — Everyone Sang, Siegfried Sassoon
Everything changes. We plant — Everything Changes, Cicely Herbert
Excepting the diner — Poem to be read at 3 a.m., Donald Justice
The eyeless labourer in the night, — Woman to Man, Judith Wright
The eyelids meet. He'll catch a little nap. — In the Smoking Car, Richard Wilbur

F

The faery beam upon you, — Gypsy Songs, Ben Jonson
Fair fa' your honest, sonsie face, — Address to a Haggis, Robert Burns
Fair's fair now, Venus. This girl's got me hooked. All I'm asking from her — The Amores: Book 1, Poem #3, Ovid
The falcon soars — Angelica the Doorkeeper, Anonymous
Families, when a child is born — On the Birth of his Son, Su Shi (Su Dongpo)
Far up the dim twilight fluttered — The Unknown God, AE
"Farewell, Romance!" the Cave-men said; — The King, Rudyard Kipling
Farm boys wild to couple — The Sheep-Child, James Dickey
Faster than fairies, faster than witches, — From a Railway Carriage, Robert Louis Stevenson
The fat cat on the mat — Cat, J R R Tolkien
Fear death? -- to feel the fog in my throat, — Prospice, Robert Browning
Fear no more the heat o' the sun, — Fear no more the heat o' the sun, William Shakespeare
A fiery young world, in far voids of sky, — Two Worlds, Edgar Fawcett
Fifteen men on the dead man's chest-- — Dead Man's Chest, Robert Louis Stevenson
The firelight glows, — Autumn Song, Margurite Kingman
A fire-mist and a planet, — Each in his own Tongue, William Herbert Carruth
The first day's sun — Last Poems #13, Rabindranath Tagore
First, grant me my sense of history: — The Wolf's Postcript to 'Little Red Riding Hood', Agha Shahid Ali
First having read the book of myths, — Diving into the Wreck, Adrienne Rich
First, her tippet made of tulle, — Taking Off Emily Dickinson's Clothes, Billy Collins
First, I would have her be beautiful, — Selecting A Reader, Ted Kooser
The first rose on my rose-tree — Three Songs of Shattering - I, Edna St Vincent Millay
Fish (fly-replete, in depth of June, — Heaven, Rupert Brooke
The fitful alternations of the rain, — The Fitful Alternations of the Rain, Percy Bysshe Shelley
The flabby wine-skin of his brain — The Mad Philosopher, Ambrose Bierce
Flight is freedom in its purest form, — Impressions of a Pilot, Gary Claude Stoker
The floor before my bed is bright: — In the Quiet Night, Li Po
Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes! — Afton Water, Robert Burns
The fog comes — Fog, Carl Sandburg
For every bird there is this last migration; — The Death Of The Bird, A D Hope
For every parcel I stoop down to seize — The Armful, Robert Frost
For God's sake hold your tongue, and let me love, — The Canonization, John Donne
For I will consider my Cat Jeoffry. — Jubilate Agno, Christopher Smart
For nearly sixty years I've been a cockie* — Now I'm Easy, Eric Bogle
For one carved instant as they flew, — Sea-Gulls, E J Pratt
For the first twenty years you are still growing — To a Young Poet, R S Thomas
For the sake of him who showed — Outsong in the Jungle, Rudyard Kipling
For thousands of years I roamed the paths of this earth, — Banalata Sen, Jibanananda Das
For we have thought the longer thoughts — Chapter Heading, Ernest Hemingway
The force that through the green fuse drives the flower — The Force that Through the Green Fuse Drives the Flower, Dylan Thomas
"Forever": 'tis a single word! — Forever, Charles S Calverley
Forgive me — An Apology, F J Bergmann
The fountains mingle with the river, — Love's Philosophy, Percy Bysshe Shelley
Four great gates has the city of Damascus — The Gates of Damascus, James Elroy Flecker
Fretting my heart as you pedal your bicycle, — I Wish You Were a Wave of the Sea, John Whitworth
A frog floats — Haiku, Michael P Garofalo
Frogs sit more solid — Frogs, Norman MacCaig
From among hundreds of masts — From Among Hundreds of Masts, Mihail Eminescu
From as far West as Idaho, — The River, Pare Lorentz
From blossoms — Ode to the Lemon, Pablo Neruda
From desert cliff and mountaintop we trace the wide design, — The Word of God, Catherine Faber
From dusk to dawn, — In Search of Cinderella, Shel Silverstein
From my mother's sleep I fell into the State, — The Death of the Ball Turret Gunner, Randall Jarrell
From off this plastic strip the noise — Research in Jiangsu Province, Vikram Seth
From outside my house, — Two Tanka, Otomo No Yakamochi
From the depth of the dreamy decline of the dawn — Nephelidia, Algernon Charles Swinburne
From the shadow of domes in the city of domes, — A Piece Of The Storm, Mark Strand
The frost performs its secret ministry, — Frost at Midnight, Samuel Taylor Coleridge
frQg — The Queerness of it All, bpNichol
Full fathom five thy father lies; — Full Fathom Five, William Shakespeare
Full many a glorious morning have I seen — Full many a glorious morning have I seen (Sonnets XXXIII), William Shakespeare
Further in Summer than the Birds — Further in Summer than the Birds, Emily Dickinson
Fury said to a mouse, — The Mouse's Tale, Lewis Carroll

G

The gallows in my garden, people say, — A Ballade of Suicide, G K Chesterton
Gather ye rosebuds while ye may, — To Virgins, to Make Much of Time, Robert Herrick
A gentle Knight was pricking on the plaine, — from The Faerie Queen, Edmund Spenser
George said, "God is short and fat." — Description, Shel Silverstein
Getting a man to love you is easy — The Looking Glass, Kamala Das
Gin a body meet a body — Rigid Body Sings, James Maxwell
Give all to love; — Give All To Love, Ralph Waldo Emerson
Give ear, O heavens, let me speak; — Moses' Poem, Anonymous
Give me women, wine, and snuff — Give Me Women, Wine, and Snuff, John Keats
Give to me the life I love, — The Vagabond, Robert Louis Stevenson
The glories of our blood and state — Death the Leveller, James Shirley
Glory be to God for dappled things, — Pied Beauty, Gerard Manley Hopkins
Go and catch a falling star, — Song, John Donne
Go, dumb-born book, — Envoi (1919), Ezra Pound
Go hang yourself, you old M.D,! — Common Cold, Ogden Nash
Go, lovely Rose- — Go, Lovely Rose, Edmund Waller
Go placidly amid the noise and haste, and remember what peace there may be — Desiderata, Max Ehrmannn
Go, Soul, the body's guest, — The Lie, Sir Walter Raleigh
Go to the western gate, Luke Havergal, — Luke Havergal, Edwin Arlington Robinson
God, again and again through the ages you have sent messengers — Question, Rabindranath Tagore
God of our fathers, known of old, — Recessional, Rudyard Kipling
God rest ye merry gentlemen, — God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen, Trad
The gods confound the man who first found out — Against Sundials, Plautus
The golf links lie so near the mill — The Golf Links, Sarah Norcliffe Cleghorn
"Goneys an' gullies an' all o' the birds o' the sea — Sea-Change, John Masefield
Good linemen live in a closed world -- they move — Good Linemen Live in a Closed World, James Whitehead
Good people all, of every sort, — An Elegy on the Death of a Mad Dog, Oliver Goldsmith
A good poem is like finding a hole — A Good Poem, Tukaram
"Good-morning, good-morning!" the General said — The General, Siegfried Sassoon
The Grass so little has to do - — The Grass so little has to do -, Emily Dickinson
The gray sea and the long black land; — Meeting at Night, Robert Browning
Green, how I want you green. — Romance Sonambulo, Federico García Lorca
Green mountains rise to the north; — Parting, Li Po
Grey brick upon brick, — Dublin, Louis MacNeice
Griffin calls to come and kiss him goodnight — Bearhug, Michael Ondaatje
Growltiger was a Bravo Cat, who travelled on a barge: — Growltiger's Last Stand, T S Eliot
GR-R-R--there go, my heart's abhorrence! — Soliloquy of the Spanish Cloister, Robert Browning
Gus is the Cat at the Theatre Door. — Gus: The Theatre Cat, T S Eliot
Gypsy woman told my mother — Hoochie Coochie Man, Willie Dixon

H

"Had he and I but met — The Man He Killed, Thomas Hardy
Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths, — He wishes for the cloths of heaven, William Butler Yeats
Had we but world enough, and time, — To His Coy Mistress, Andrew Marvell
The hag is astride — The Hag, Robert Herrick
Hail to thee, blithe spirit! — To a Skylark, Percy Bysshe Shelley
Half a league, half a league, — Charge of the Light Brigade, Alfred, Lord Tennyson
The hand that signed the paper felled a city; — The Hand That Signed The Paper, Dylan Thomas
Hand trembling towards hand; the amazing lights — Sonnet Reversed, Rupert Brooke
The handsome and self-absorbed young man — True Love at Last, D H Lawrence
Happy are men who yet before they are killed — Insensibility, Wilfred Owen
Happy the man, and happy he alone, — Odes, Book 3, Verse 29: Happy the Man, Horace
HASSAN: — The Golden Road to Samarkand, James Elroy Flecker
Have compassion for everyone you meet, — The Ways We Touch, Miller Williams
Have you heard of one Humpty Dumpty — The Ballad of Persse O'Reilly, James Joyce
Have you not heard of that madman who lit a lantern in the bright morning — Parable of the Madman, Friedrich Nietzsche
Having used every subterfuge — A Renewal, James Merrill
He chanted a song of wizardry, — He chanted a song of wizardry, J R R Tolkien
He clasps the crag with crooked hands; — The Eagle (a fragment), Alfred, Lord Tennyson
He disappeared in the dead of winter: — In Memory of W. B. Yeats, W H Auden
He had made up a little hum that very morning, as he was doing his — Tra-la-la, tra-la-la, A A Milne
He is a drunk leaning companionably — Concerto for Double Bass, John Fuller
He killed the noble Mudjokivis. — The Modern Hiawatha, George A Strong
He knocks at the door — Visitor, Les Murray
He poured the coffee — Breakfast, Jacques Prevert
He probably held too tightly — Elegies, Guillevic
He puts his brush to the canvas, — Lying, Jane Hirshfield
He sat in a wheeled chair, waiting for dark, — Disabled, Wilfred Owen
He scribbles some in prose and verse, — The Dilettante: A Modern Type, Paul Laurence Dunbar
He shall not hear the bittern cry — Lament for Thomas MacDonagh, Francis Ledwidge
He thought he saw an Elephant, — The Mad Gardener's Song, Lewis Carroll
He wandered down the moutain grade — The Idiot Boy, Rudyard Kipling
He was about four, I think... it was so long ago. — The Beautiful Lie, Sheenagh Pugh
He was found by the Bureau of Statistics to be — The Unknown Citizen, W H Auden
He who is ridden by a conscience — Reflection on the Fallibility of Nemesis, Ogden Nash
Hear now the Song of the Dead -- in the North by the torn berg-edges -- — The Song Of The Dead, Rudyard Kipling
Hear the sledges with the bells-- — The Bells, Edgar Allan Poe
Heart be kind and sign the release — Out of Danger, James Fenton
Heav'n from all creatures hides the book of fate, — from An Essay on Man, Alexander Pope
The heavy mahogany door with its wrought-iron screen — Devonshire Street W.1, John Betjeman
He'd spent his life trying to control the names — Named, Stephen Dunn
Hence, loathed Melancholy — L'Allegro, John Milton
Her dimpled cheeks are pale; — A Southern Girl, Samuel Minturn Peck
Her eyes the glow-worm lend thee, — The Night Piece, To Julia, Robert Herrick
Her mother shed a tear or two but wasn't really — Jewish Wedding in Bombay, Nissim Ezekiel
Here by the sea this quiet night — Qingdao: December, Vikram Seth
Here come I to my own again, — The Prodigal Son, Rudyard Kipling
Here come old flattop he come grooving up slowly — Come Together, John Lennon
Here come the line-gang pioneering by, — The Line-Gang, Robert Frost
Here comes another alpha male, — Please Fire Me, Deborah Garrison
Here dead we lie — Here Dead We Lie, A E Housman
Here dwell together still two men of note — 221B, Vincent Starrett
Here in a quiet and dusty room they lie, — The Seed Shop, Muriel Stuart
Here, in this little Bay, — Magna est Veritas, Coventry Patmore
Here is dust remembers it was a rose — Dust, Carl Sandburg
"Here is nothing new nor aught unproven," say the Trumpets, — The Old Issue, Rudyard Kipling
Here is the soundless cypress on the lawn — The Nightingale Near the House, Harold Monro
Here lies a great and mighty King, — Epitaph on Charles II, John Wilmot
"Here the hangman stops his cart: — The Carpenter's Son, A E Housman
Here they are. The soft eyes open. — The Heaven of Animals, James Dickey
Here too are the dreaming landscapes, — In the Microscope, Miroslav Holub
Here we are all, by day; by night we're hurled — Dreams, Robert Herrick
Here with a Loaf of Bread beneath the Bough, — The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam, Omar Khayyam
He's a one trick pony — One Trick Pony, Paul Simon
He's a serious Mister; — Calling it Quits, Aimee Mann
Hesperus the day is gone — Hesperus, John Clare
Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me, — Mr.Tambourine Man, Bob Dylan
Hidden, oh hidden — Song for the Rainy Season, Elizabeth Bishop
High and solemn mountains guard Rioupéroux — Rioupéroux, James Elroy Flecker
High-heels struggling with a full-length dress — The Young Fools, Paul Verlaine
A hippo sandwich is easy to make. — Recipe for a Hippopotamus Sandwich, Shel Silverstein
His baby cry — The Birth of Shaka, Oswald Mtshali
His eye was wild and his face was taut with anger and hate and rage, — The Lay of the Troubled Golfer, Edgar Guest
His vision, from the constantly passing bars, — The Panther, Rainer Maria Rilke
His voice was a broken tile — Lighter than a feather, Diana Bridge
Hit dirt — Carpe Diem Baby, James Hetfield
Hog Butcher for the World, — Chicago, Carl Sandburg
Hope is the thing with feathers — Hope, Emily Dickinson
Hope that you may understand! — The Realists, William Butler Yeats
Hot gold runs a winding stream on the inside of a green bowl. — Crucible, Carl Sandburg
Hot sun, cool fire, tempered with sweet air, — Bethsabe's Song, George Peele
The house had gone to bring again — The Need of Being Versed in Country Things, Robert Frost
The house was quiet and the world was calm. — The House Was Quiet and the World Was Calm, Wallace Stevens
The houses are haunted — Disillusionment of Ten O'Clock, Wallace Stevens
How beautiful is the rain! — Rain in Summer, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
How can you buy or sell the sky, the warmth of the land? That idea is — Chief Seattle's Reply, Chief Sealth (Seattle)
How did the party go in Portman Square? — Juliet, Hilaire Belloc
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. — How do I love thee?, Elizabeth Barrett Browning
How do they do it, the ones who make love — Sex Without Love, Sharon Olds
How do you like to go up in a swing, — The Swing, Robert Louis Stevenson
"How does the water — The Cataract of Lodore, Robert Southey
How doth the little crocodile — How Doth the Little Crocodile, Lewis Carroll
How I love — Misty, Ruth Padel
How many dawns, chill from his rippling rest — To Brooklyn Bridge, Hart Crane
How many guys are sitting at their kitchen tables — Ray, Hayden Carruth
How many roads must a man walk down — Blowin' in the Wind, Bob Dylan
"How shall I be a poet? — Poeta Fit, Non Nascitur, Lewis Carroll
How splendid in the morning grows the lily: with what grace he throws — Yasmin, James Elroy Flecker
How still, — Sea Calm, Langston Hughes
How vainly men themselves amaze — The Garden, Andrew Marvell
Huge vapours brood above the clifted shore, — Huge Vapours Brood Above the Clifted Shore, Charlotte Smith
hunker down on their hands and knees — Mathematicians at Work, Judith Saunders
The hunter crouches in his blind. — The Hunter, Ogden Nash

I

I am - yet what I am, none cares or knows: — I Am, John Clare
I am a poet. — The Uncertainty of the Poet, Wendy Cope
I am a young executive. No cuffs than mine are cleaner; — Executive, John Betjeman
I am back from up the country -- very sorry that I went -- — Borderland, Henry Lawson
I am black, but comely, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, as the tents of Kedar, as — The Song of Songs, Anonymous
I am Ebenezer Bleezer, — Bleezer's Ice Cream, Jack Prelutsky
I am his Highness' dog at Kew; — Epigram Engraved on the Collar of a Dog Which I Gave to His Royal Highness, Alexander Pope
I am listening to Istanbul, intent, my eyes closed; — I am listening to Istanbul, Orhan Veli
I am not afraid as I descend, — Eurydice, Sue Hubbard
I am not resigned to the shutting away of loving hearts in the hard ground. — Dirge Without Music, Edna St Vincent Millay
I am not yet born; O hear me. — Prayer before Birth, Louis MacNeice
I am Raftery the poet. — I am Raftery the poet, Anthony Raftery
I am silver and exact. I have no preconceptions. — Mirror, Sylvia Plath
I am standing for peace and non-violence. — The Patriot, Nissim Ezekiel
I am Taliesin. I sing perfect metre, — I am Taliesin. I sing perfect metre, Anonymous
I am the very model of a modern Major-General, — The Major General's Song, W S Gilbert
I am unable, yonder beggar cries, — A Lame Beggar, John Donne
I am very bothered when I think — I am Very Bothered, Simon Armitage
I am writing these poems — It's Dark in Here, Shel Silverstein
I and Pangur Ban my cat, — Pangur Ban, Anonymous
I arise from dreams of thee — The Indian Serenade, Percy Bysshe Shelley
I ask them to take a poem — Introduction to Poetry, Billy Collins
I ask them to take a poem — Introduction To Poetry, Billy Collins
I asked no other thing, — I Asked No Other Thing, Emily Dickinson
I asked the old Negro, "What is that bird that sings so well?" — The Santa Fe Trail, Vachel Lindsay
I ate pancakes one night in a Pancake House — The Player Piano, Randall Jarrell
I awoke in the Midsummer not to call night, in the white and the walk of the — Moonrise, Gerard Manley Hopkins
I believe the earth — Opening Words, Denise Levertov
I bended unto me a bough of May, — I Bended Unto Me a Bough of May, Tom Brown
I can write no stately proem — To My Wife - With A Copy Of My Poems, Oscar Wilde
I can write the saddest poem of all tonight. — Saddest Poem, Pablo Neruda
I cannot live with you, — I Cannot Live with You, Emily Dickinson
I caught a tremendous fish — The Fish, Elizabeth Bishop
I caught this morning morning's minion, king- — The Windhover, Gerard Manley Hopkins
I chopped down the house that you had been saving to live in next summer. — Variations on a Theme by William Carlos Williams, Kenneth Koch
I closed my eyes as I sat in the jet — Day Flight, Jack Davis
I come and stand at every door — I Come and Stand at Every Door, Nazim Hikmet
I could love you — Offering and Rebuff, Carl Sandburg
I could see it wasn't worth — I Need Air, Alan Lerner
I couldn't touch a stop and turn a screw, — Thirty Bob a Week, John Davidson
I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair. — Love Sonnet XI, Pablo Neruda
I do not grudge them: Lord, I do not grudge — The Mother, Padraic H Pearse
I do not love thee, Dr Fell, — I Do Not Love Thee, Dr Fell, Tom Brown
I do not love you except because I love you; — I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You, Pablo Neruda
I do remember one thing. — Indiscipline, King Crimson
I don't know what it is, — It's raining in love, Richard Brautigan
I don't know what the fuss is, — Octopusses, Simon Goodway
I don't love you as if you were the salt-rose, topaz — Sonnet XVII: Love, Pablo Neruda
I don't mind the quiet — Things I miss the most, Steely Dan
I dream of Jeanie with the light brown hair, — Jeanie with the Light Brown Hair, Stephen Foster
I dreamed I stood upon a hill, and, lo! — Christian, Ambrose Bierce
I fear thy kisses, gentle maiden; — I Fear Thy Kisses, Gentle Maiden, Percy Bysshe Shelley
I fell out of love: that's our story's dull ending, — Breaking Up, Yevgeny Yevtushenko
I felt a Funeral, in my Brain, — I felt a Funeral, in my Brain, Emily Dickinson
I found it and I named it, being versed — On Discovering a Butterfly, Vladimir Nabokov
I give back to the earth what the earth gave, — The Poet's Testament, George Santayana
I give you now Professor Twist, — The Purist, Ogden Nash
I got out of bed — Otherwise, Jane Kenyon
I grieve and dare not show my discontent, — On Monsieur's Departure, Queen Elizabeth I
I guess you think you know this story. — Cinderella, Roald Dahl
I had a duck-billed platypus when I was up at Trinity, — The Diplomatic Platypus, Patrick Barrington
I had a hippopotamus; I kept him in a shed — I Had a Hippopotamus, Patrick Barrington
I had a little Sorrow, — The Penitent, Edna St Vincent Millay
I had as lief be embraced by the portier of the hotel — Two Figures in Dense Violet Light, Wallace Stevens
I had withdrawn in forest, and my song — A Dream Pang, Robert Frost
I had written him a letter which I had, for want of better — Clancy of the Overflow, A B "Banjo" Paterson
I have always aspired to a more spacious form — Ars Poetica, Czeslaw Milosz
I have been all men known to history, — Taliesin, R S Thomas
I have been in Pennsylvania, — Pennsylvania, Carl Sandburg
I have been one acquainted with the night. — Acquainted with the Night, Robert Frost
I have eaten — This Is Just To Say, William Carlos Williams
i have just been reading — pity the poor spiders, Don Marquis
I have known the inexorable sadness of pencils, — Dolor, Theodore Roethke
I have met them at close of day — Easter, 1916, William Butler Yeats
I have not heard lutes beckon me, nor the brazen bugles call, — Recompense, Robert E Howard
I have seen dawn and sunset on moors and windy hills — Beauty, John Masefield
I have seen it estimated: — Twenty Tons of TNT, Michael Flanders
I have seen old ships like swans asleep — The Old Ships, James Elroy Flecker
I have wrapped my dreams in a silken cloth, — For A Poet, Countee Cullen
I hear a river thro' the valley wander — I Hear a River Thro' the Valley Wander, Trumbull Stickney
I hear America singing, the varied carols I hear, — I Hear America Singing, Walt Whitman
I heard a winter tree in song — Conceit, Mervyn Peake
I heard them say, "Her hands are hard as stone," — Her Beauty, Max Plowman
I imagine this midnight moment's forest: — The Thought Fox, Ted Hughes
I know a very tiresome Man — The Social Plan, Stephen Leacock
I know my body's of so frail a kind, — Of Human Knowledge, Sir John Davies
I know that I shall meet my fate — An Irish Airman Foresees His Death, William Butler Yeats
I leant upon a coppice gate — The Darkling Thrush, Thomas Hardy
I like a good poem — A Good Poem, Roger McGough
I look across the table and think — Incident, Norman MacCaig
I love you — Resignation, Nikki Giovanni
I loved him most — The Shipfitter's Wife, Dorianne Laux
I loved you in the morning, our kisses deep and warm, — Hey, That's No Way To Say Goodbye, Leonard Cohen
I made myself a snowball — Snowball, Shel Silverstein
I met a lady in the wood. — I Met a Lady in the Wood, Patrick Barrington
i met a toad — warty bliggens the toad, Don Marquis
I met a traveller from an antique land — Ozymandias, Percy Bysshe Shelley
I met Tu Fu on a mountaintop — About Tu Fu, Li Po
I mourn, now that your house contains — Death of a Friendship, Harry Guest
I must go down to the seas again, — Sea Fever, John Masefield
I often pass a gracious tree — Tit for Tat, Christopher Morley
I prove a theorem and the house expands: — Geometry, Rita Dove
I pulled into Nazareth, I was feeling about half past dead; — The Weight, Jaime 'Robbie' Robertson
I read that he lost a suitcase full of manuscripts on a — Hemingway Never Did This, Charles Bukowski
I recollect a nurse called Ann, — A Terrible Infant, Frederick Locker-Lampson
"I remember the night my mother was stung by a scorpion. Ten hours — Night of the Scorpion, Nissim Ezekiel
I remember to have wept with a sense of the unnecessary. — I remember to have wept with a sense of the unnecessary, William Empson
I sang my songs for the rest, — The Tree of Song, Sara Teasdale
I sat drinking and did not notice the dusk, — Self-Abandonment, Li Po
I saw a famous man eating soup. — Soup, Carl Sandburg
I saw in Louisiana a live-oak growing, — I Saw in Louisiana a Live-Oak Growing, Walt Whitman
I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical — Howl, Allen Ginsberg
I saw the dove come down, the dove with the — The Dove, Leonard Cohen
I saw three ships go sailing by, — The North Ship, Philip Larkin
I scan the horizon for you, Mimi, — Mimi on the Beach, Jane Siberry
I scrub the long floorboards — Finding a Long Gray Hair, Jane Kenyon
I see — An Ethical Grook, Piet Hein
I shoot the Hippopotamus — The Hippopotamus, Hilaire Belloc
I sing the body reclining — The Body Reclining, Grace Nichols
I sit and look out upon all the sorrows of the world, and upon all — I Sit and Look Out, Walt Whitman
I sit in one of the dives — September 1, 1939, W H Auden
I sit in the top of the wood, my eyes closed. — Hawk Roosting, Ted Hughes
I so liked Spring last year — I So Liked Spring, Charlotte Mew
I sometimes hold it half a sin — In Memoriam A. H. H., Section 5, Alfred, Lord Tennyson
I sometimes wonder if that is what Krishna meant - — The Dry Salvages: Canto III, T S Eliot
I sought on earth a garden of delight, — I Sought on Earth a Garden of Delight, George Santayana
I stood by the shore at the death of day, — The Wind and the Sea, Paul Lawrence Dunbar
I stood with a man — Caliban at Sunset, P G Wodehouse
I stopped to pick up the bagel — The Bagel, David Ignatow
I strove with none, for none was worth my strife; — On His Seventy-fifth Birthday, Walter Savage Landor
I taste a liquor never brewed, — I Taste a Liquor Never Brewed, Emily Dickinson
I tell the corner store owner — Winter '84, Krisantha Sri Bhaggiyadatta
I think — Villanelle (minimalist): One Drunken Night, Peter Schaeffer
I think it better that in times like these — On Being Asked for a War Poem, William Butler Yeats
I think that I shall never read — Poems, Tom Disch
I think that I shall never see — Trees, Joyce Kilmer
I thought, as I wiped my eyes on the corner of my apron: — An Ancient Gesture, Edna St Vincent Millay
I, too, dislike it: there are things that are important beyond — Poetry, Marianne Moore
I took your news outdoors, and strolled a while — Spring Wedding, Andrew Motion
I used to think that grown-up people chose — Childhood, Frances Cornford
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow. — The Waking, Theodore Roethke
I walk down the garden-paths, — Patterns, Amy Lowell
I walk through the long schoolroom questioning; — Among School Children, William Butler Yeats
I walked into the nightclub in the morning, — Song of a Nightclub Proprietress, John Betjeman
I wander thro' each charter'd street, — London, William Blake
I wandered lonely as a cloud — Daffodils, William Wordsworth
I wanna be the leader — The Leader, Roger McGough
I want to be — Dilemma, David Budbill
I want to become a great night bird — The Great Bird of Love, Paul Zimmer
I want to let go - — Hope, Edith Sodergran
I want to sleep the sleep of the apples, — Gacela of the Dark Death, Federico García Lorca
I want to understand the steep thing — Climbing You, Erica Jong
I want to write — I Want To Write, Margaret Walker
I want you to know — If You Forget Me, Pablo Neruda
I was a clockwork doll that night, — Clockwork Doll, Dalia Ravikovitch
I was angry with my friend: — A Poison Tree, William Blake
I was just turned twenty-one, — Harry Wilmans, Edgar Lee Masters
I was not made to live anywhere except in Paradise. — Nonadaptation, Czeslaw Milosz
I was run over by the truth one day. — To Whom It May Concern, Adrian Mitchell
I was still standing although — The List of Most Difficult Words, Len Roberts
i was talking to a moth — the lesson of the moth, Don Marquis
I was unfaithful to you last week. — The Stories, Stephen Dunn
I went into a public-'ouse to get a pint o' beer, — Tommy, Rudyard Kipling
I went out on an April morning — Morning, Sara Teasdale
I went out to the hazel wood, — The Song of Wandering Aengus, William Butler Yeats
I whispered, "I am too young," — Brown Penny, William Butler Yeats
I who am dead a thousand years, — To A Poet A Thousand Years Hence, James Elroy Flecker
I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree, — The Lake Isle of Innisfree, William Butler Yeats
I will haunt these States — A Vow, Allen Ginsberg
I will pluck from my tree a cherry-blossom wand, — Song, Anna Wickham
I will present you — Poem for Everyone, John T Wood
I will put Chaos into fourteen lines — I will put Chaos into fourteen lines, Edna St Vincent Millay
I wish I could drink like a lady — Untitled, Dorothy Parker
I wish my tongue were a quiver the size of a huge cask — I Wish My Tongue were a Quiver, Louis Alexander MacKay
I wish to leave the world — I wish to leave the world, José Martí
I wonder by my troth, what thou and I — The Good-morrow, John Donne
I wonder if the old cow died or not. — The Question, Wilfred Gibson
I would like to remind — The Music Crept By Us, Leonard Cohen
I would like to watch you sleeping, — Variations on the Word "Sleep", Margaret Atwood
I wrote a good omelet...and ate a hot poem... — I Wrote A Good Omelet, Nikki Giovanni
I wrote a poem on the mist — Last Answers, Carl Sandburg
Icham of Irlaunde — Icham of Irlaunde, Anonymous
If a man says half himself in the light, adroit — Betrayal, A S J Tessimond
If all a top physicist knows — After Reading a Child's Guide to Modern Physics, W H Auden
If all the world and love were young, — The Nymph's Reply to the Shepherd, Sir Walter Raleigh
If but some vengeful god would call to me — Hap, Thomas Hardy
if everything happens that can't be done — if everything happens that can't be done (LIV), e e cummings
If I had a shiny gun, — Frustration, Dorothy Parker
If I had my way with violent men — Down With Fanatics!, Roger Woddis
If I have made, my lady, intricate — If I have made, my lady, intricate, e e cummings
If I should die, think only this of me: — The Soldier, Rupert Brooke
If I were a cinnamon peeler — The Cinnamon Peeler, Michael Ondaatje
If I were called in — Water, Philip Larkin
If I were fierce, and bald, and short of breath, — Base Details, Siegfried Sassoon
If I'm lucky, I'll be wired every whichway — My Death, Raymond Carver
If my words did glow with the gold of sunshine — Ripple, Robert Hunter
If n is an even number — Math Is Beautiful and So Are You, Becky Dennison Sakellariou
If of thy mortal goods thou art bereft, — Hyacinths, Muslih-uh-Din Sa'di
If she's not here by now, then I guess she's not coming — Taking My Business Elsewhere, Richard Thompson
If the water were clear enough, — King of the River, Stanley Kunitz
If the wild bowler thinks he bowls, — Brahma, Andrew Lang
If there were dreams to sell, — Dream-Pedlary, Thomas Lovell Beddoes
If thou didst feed on western plains of yore; — To a Goose, Robert Southey
If thou must love me, let it be for nought — Sonnet XIV, Elizabeth Barrett Browning
If you ask me 'What's new?', I have nothing to say — Being Boring, Wendy Cope
If you can keep your head when all about you — If, Rudyard Kipling
If you don't know the kind of person I am — A Ritual to Read to Each Other, William Stafford
If you have forgotten water lilies floating — Water Lilies, Sara Teasdale
If you want to be a great leader, — Tao Te Ching: Verse 57, Lao-Tzu
If you were a scoop of vanilla — What We Might Be, What We Are, X J Kennedy
If you were coming in the fall, — If you were coming in the fall, Emily Dickinson
I'm always thinking of Russia — Thinking of Russia, Harold Harwell (H H) Lewis
I'm going fishing — Gone Fishing, Chris Rea
I'm learning to say thank you. — Learning, Judith Viorst
I'm Nobody! Who are you? — I'm Nobody! Who are you?, Emily Dickinson
i'm not lonely — I'm not Lonely, Nikki Giovanni
I'm Smith of Stoke aged sixty odd — Epitaph on a pessimist, Thomas Hardy
I'm the dolly on the dustcart, — The Dolly on the Dustcart, Pam Ayres
I'm thinking of you. What else can I say? — Postcard, Margaret Atwood
Immanuel Kant was a real pissant — The Philosopher's Drinking Song, Monty Python
Immortal Aphrodite of the beautiful throne, — Poem I, Sappho
Impossible to call a lamb a lambkin — Gone Are The Days, Norman MacCaig
In a clearing near midfield — Girl in a Wheelchair Dancing to U2 in Lansdowne Stadium 1997, Mark Granier
In a coign of the cliff between lowland and highland, — A Forsaken Garden, Algernon Charles Swinburne
In a field — Keeping Things Whole, Mark Strand
In a mean abode on the Shankill Road — The Ballad Of William Bloat, Raymond Calvert
In a shoe box stuffed in an old nylon stocking — The Meadow Mouse, Theodore Roethke
In among the silver birches, — Indoor Games near Newbury, John Betjeman
In an effort to get people to look — The Quiet World, Jeffrey McDaniel
In April, in April, — A Well Worn Story, Dorothy Parker
In April one seldom feels cheerful; — Waste Land Limericks, Wendy Cope
In Baltimore there lived a boy. — The Boy Who Laughed at Santa Claus, Ogden Nash
In beauty may I walk — The Navajo Night Way Ceremony, Anonymous
In broad daylight I dream I — A Dream at Night, Mei Yao Ch'en
In days gone by I used to be — Shaper Shaped, Harindranath Chattopadhyaya
In Egypt's sandy silence, all alone, — On a Stupendous Leg of Granite, Discovered Standing by Itself in the Deserts of Egypt, with the Inscription Inserted Below, Horace Smith
In Flanders fields the poppies blow — In Flanders Fields, John McCrae
In Grand Rapids is a handsome club, — Grand Rapids Cricket Club, Julia A Moore
In his chamber, weak and dying, — A Strike Among the Poets, Anonymous
In his winged collar — Japanese Jokes, Peter Porter
In idle August, while the sea soft, — The Schooner 'Flight', Derek Walcott
in Just- — In Just-, e e cummings
In Kohln, a town of monks and bones, — Cologne, Samuel Taylor Coleridge
In Madurai, — A River, A K Ramanujan
In Manchester there are a thousand puddles. — Watch Your Step - I'm Drenched, Adrian Mitchell
In memoriam M.A.S — Seascape, Stephen Spender
In moss-prankt dells which the sunbeams flatter — Lovers and a Reflection, Charles S Calverley
In my craft or sullen art — In my craft or sullen art, Dylan Thomas
In railway halls, on pavements near the traffic, — In Railway Halls, on Pavements Near the Traffic, Stephen Spender
In Scarlet town, where I was born, — Barbara Allen, Anonymous
In sixth grade Mrs. Walker — Persimmons, Li-Young Lee
In spite of her sniffle — The Sniffle, Ogden Nash
In summer's mellow midnight — The Night Wind, Emily Bronte
In the beginning was Scream — Lineage, Ted Hughes
In the desert — In the desert, Stephen Crane
In the fearful years of the Yezhov terror I spent seventeen months in prison — Requiem (excerpt), Anna Akhmatova
In the harbor, in the island, in the Spanish Seas, — Trade Winds, John Masefield
In the middle of the road there was a stone — In the Middle of the Road, Carlos Drummond de Andrade
In the morning I opened the cupboard — Angel Wings, Brian Patten
In the spring I asked the daisies — Wild Asters, Sara Teasdale
In the town of Spring Hill, Nova Scotia, — Ballad of Spring Hill (Spring Hill Disaster), Peggy Seeger
In the village they call her the dark girl — Krishnakali, Rabindranath Tagore
In this language, no industrial revolution; — The Icelandic Language, Bill Holm
In this obscene photograph secretly sold — The Photograph, Constantine Cavafy
In this small box, my love, — The Bee Box, Lowell Parker
In tropical climes there are certain times of day — Mad Dogs and Englishmen, Noel Coward
In winter I get up at night — Bed in Summer, Robert Louis Stevenson
In Worcester, Massachusetts, — In the Waiting Room, Elizabeth Bishop
In Xanadu did Kubla Khan — Kubla Khan, Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Indoors the tang of a tiny oil lamp. Outdoors — House on a Cliff, Louis MacNeice
Infinity doesn't interest me — On a New Year's Eve, June Jordan
Ink runs from the corners of my mouth. — Eating Poetry, Mark Strand
Instant Fish — Instant Fish, Peter Porter
The instructor said, — Theme for English B, Langston Hughes
Is there any reward? — Is there any reward?, Hilaire Belloc
'Is there anybody there?' said the Traveller, — The Listeners, Walter de la Mare
The isles of Greece! the isles of Greece! — The Isles of Greece, George Gordon, Lord Byron
It can't take a joke, — On Death, without Exaggeration, Wislawa Szymborska
It caresses my dream, — The Day That You Love Me, Alfredo Lepera
It doesn't interest me what you do for a living. — The Invitation, Oriah Mountain Dreamer
It dropped so low in my regard — It dropped so low in my regard, Emily Dickinson
It fell in the year of Mutiny, — A Ballad of John Nicholson, Sir Henry Newbolt
It is 12:20 in New York a Friday — The Day Lady Died, Frank O'Hara
It is a whisper. You turn somewhere, — The Discovery of Daily Experience, William Stafford
It is calm. — Thirteen Blackbirds Looking at a Man, R S Thomas
It is common knowledge to every schoolboy and even every Bachelor of Arts, — Portrait of the Artist as a Prematurely Old Man, Ogden Nash
It is late last night the dog was speaking of you; — Donal Og, Anonymous
It is morning, Senlin says, and in the morning — Morning Song of Senlin, Conrad Aiken
It is not death, that sometime in a sigh — Death, Thomas Hood
It is not growing like a tree — The Noble Nature, Ben Jonson
It is small and dim and shabby -- just one old, low-corniced room, — My Library, Lucy Maud Montgomery
It is Spring, moonless night in the small town, starless and bible-black, the — Under Milk Wood, Dylan Thomas
It is the pain, it is the pain endures. — Villanelle, William Empson
It is this deep blankness is the real thing strange. — Let It Go, William Empson
It is true that lesbians do not have families; — Where Lesbians Come From, Jan Sellers
It little profits that an idle king, — Ulysses, Alfred, Lord Tennyson
It looked extremely rocky for the Mudville nine that day; — Casey At The Bat, Ernest Lawrence Thayer
It midnights, not a moon is out. — The Midnightmouse, Christian Morgenstern
It must be odd — Looking Out, Mitsuye Yamada
It seemed that out of battle I escaped — Strange Meeting, Wilfred Owen
It seems these poets have nothing — Reading an Anthology of Chinese Poems of the Sung Dynasty, I Pause To Admire the Length and Clarity of Their Titles, Billy Collins
It snowed and snowed, the whole world over, — Winter Night, Boris Pasternak
It started with a stabbing at a well — The Ballad of the Imam and the Shah, James Fenton
It was a summer evening, — The Battle of Blenheim, Robert Southey
It was many and many a year ago, — Annabel Lee, Edgar Allan Poe
It was my thirtieth year to heaven — Poem In October, Dylan Thomas
It was not death, for I stood up, — It was not death, for I stood up, Emily Dickinson
It was passed from one bird to another, — Bird, Pablo Neruda
It was roses, roses, all the way, — The Patriot, Robert Browning
It was six men of Indostan — The Blind Men and the Elephant, John Godfrey Saxe
It was the schooner Hesperus, — The Wreck of the Hesperus, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
It was your birthday, we had drunk and dined — The Hug, Thom Gunn
it's 1962 March 28th — Things I Didn't Know I Loved, Nazim Hikmet
It's coming on Christmas — River, Joni Mitchell
It's good to see the school we knew, — The Best School of All, Sir Henry Newbolt
It's lonesome away from your kindred and all — The Pub with No Beer, Gordon Parsons
It's no coincidence — Tricks with Mirrors, Margaret Atwood
It's no go the merrygoround, it's no go the rickshaw, — Bagpipe Music, Louis MacNeice
IV. Death By Water — The Waste Land (Part IV), T S Eliot
I've dreamed of you so much that you're losing your reality. — I've Dreamed of You So Much, Robert Desnos
I've known rivers: — The Negro Speaks of Rivers, Langston Hughes
I've put Miss Hopper upon the train, — Polterguest, My Polterguest, Ogden Nash

J

Jagg'd mountain peaks and skies ice-green — Brueghel's Winter, Walter de la Mare
James James — Disobedience, A A Milne
January brings the snow — A Song of the Weather, Michael Flanders
The January man he walks the road — The January Man, Dave Goulder
Jenny kiss'd me when we met, — Jenny Kissed Me, James Leigh Hunt
The jet bores like a silverfish through volumes of cloud - — from Midsummer, Derek Walcott
John Anderson my jo, John, — John Anderson My Jo, Robert Burns
John had — Happiness, A A Milne
John Keats — John Keats, J D Salinger
Joy, thou beauteous godly lightning — Ode to Joy, Friedrich Schiller
Just before she flew off like a swan — Self-Improvement, Tony Hoagland
Just for a handful of silver he left us, — The Lost Leader, Robert Browning

K

Keep cats — Advice to Women, Eunice deSouza
Keep holy watch with silence, prayer, and fasting — The Vigil-at-Arms, Louise Imogen Guiney
The kind-hearted angler was sadly pursuing — 'MOST ANGLERS ARE VERY HUMANE'--Daily Paper, Norman Rowland Gale
The King asked — The King's Breakfast, A A Milne
King Francis was a hearty king, and loved a royal sport, — The Glove and the Lions, James Leigh Hunt
King of the perennial holly-groves, the riven sandstone: overlord of the — Mercian Hymns, Geoffrey Hill
The King sits in Dunfermline town, — Sir Patrick Spens, Anonymous
Know then thyself, presume not God to scan — The Riddle of the World, Alexander Pope
A knyght ther was, and that a worthy man, — The Knight's Portrait, Geoffrey Chaucer
Korf invents some jokes of a new sort — Delayed Action, Christian Morgenstern

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l(a — l(a, e e cummings
Lady in the blue kimono, you that live across the way, — To Alice-Sit-By-The-Hour, Franklin P Adams
The land was ours before we were the land's. — The Gift Outright, Robert Frost
The lanky hank of a she in the inn over there — A Glass of Beer, David O'Bruadair
Last night in London Airport — London Airport, Christopher Logue
The last train is nearly due, — A Poem on the Underground Wall, Paul Simon
The last word this one spoke — The Two Friends, Norman MacCaig
Late August, given heavy rain and sun — Blackberry-picking, Seamus Heaney
A late lark twitters from the quiet skies: — Margaritae Sorori, William Ernest Henley
The law locks up the man or woman — The Law Locks Up the Man or Woman, Anonymous
Law, say the gardeners, is the sun, — Law Like Love, W H Auden
The law the lawyers know about — The Law the Lawyers Know About, H D C Pepler
The lawyers, Bob, know too much. — The Lawyers Know Too Much, Carl Sandburg
A Lay Made About the Year Of The City CCCLX — Horatius, Thomas Babbington Macaulay
Lay your sleeping head, my love, — Lay your sleeping head, my love, W H Auden
Learn by heart this poem of mine; — Learn by Heart This Poem of Mine, George Faludy
"The leaves were long, the grass was green, — Luthien Tinuviel, J R R Tolkien
Leaving the house, — Summer, Mary Oliver
Let America be America again. — Let America be America Again, Langston Hughes
Let me die a youngman's death — Let Me Die a Youngman's Death, Roger McGough
Let me not to the marriage of true minds — Let me not to the marriage of true minds (Sonnet CXVI), William Shakespeare
Let me not to the marriage of true swine — Strugnell's Sonnets (VI), Wendy Cope
Let me take this other glove off — In Westminster Abbey, John Betjeman
Let me tell you a little story — Miss Gee, W H Auden
Let not young souls be smothered out before — The Leaden-Eyed, Vachel Lindsay
Let the light of late afternoon — Let Evening Come, Jane Kenyon
Let the memorial hill remember instead of me, — Let the memorial hill remember, Yehuda Amichai
Let the sweet fresh breezes heal me — The Green Hills of Earth, Robert A Heinlein
Let us go hence, my songs; she will not hear. — Leave-Taking, Algernon Charles Swinburne
Let us live, my Lesbia, and let us love, — Song Five, Gaius Valerius Catullus
"Let us not speak, for the love we bear one another -- — In a Bath Teashop, John Betjeman
"Let us now praise famous men"-- — A School Song, Rudyard Kipling
Libros lege. — The Common Collection of Distichs (Excerpts), Dionysius Cato
Life, friends, is boring. We must not say so. — Dream Song 14, John Berryman
Life is the only way — A Note, Wislawa Szymborska
The life that I have is all that I have — A Code Poem For The French Resistance, Leo Marks
Light now restricts itself — A Style of Loving, Vikram Seth
Light rain-drops fall and wrinkle the sea, — Souls And Rain-Drops, Sidney Lanier
A light wind is rippling at the grassy shore.... — A Night Abroad, Du Fu
Lightly, O lightly we bear her along, — Palanquin Bearers, Sarojini Naidu
Like a skein of loose silk blown against a wall — The Garden, Ezra Pound
Like a small grey — The Grey Squirrel, Humbert Wolfe
Lilacs blossom just as sweet — Threnody, Dorothy Parker
The limerick packs laughs anatomical — The Limerick Packs Laughs Anatomical, Anonymous
Listen my children and you shall hear — Paul Revere's Ride, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Listen not to the rain beating against the trees. — Caught in the Rain on My Way to the Sandy Lake, Su Shi (Su Dongpo)
'Listen, now, verse should be as natural — Poetry for Supper, R S Thomas
The little airplanes of the heart — Sandinista Avioncitos, Lawrence Ferlinghetti
A little child was sitting upon her mother's knee — The Bread-Knife Ballad, Robert Service
A little colt -- bronco, loaned to the farm — The Bronco That Would Not Be Broken, Vachel Lindsay
The little fires that Nature lights -- — Fires, Joseph Campbell
Little Fly — The Fly, William Blake
Little Lamb, who made thee? — The Lamb, William Blake
The little letters dance across the page, — Before an Examination (Campus Sonnets: 1), Stephen Vincent Benét
Little Miss Muffet discovered a tuffet, — The Embarrassing Episode of Little Miss Muffet, Guy Wetmore Carryl
little tree — Little Tree, e e cummings
The living come with grassy tread — In A Disused Graveyard, Robert Frost
Lo! Death has reared himself a throne — The City in the Sea, Edgar Allan Poe
Long afterward, Oedipus, old and blinded, walked the — Myth, Muriel Rukeyser
Look at all those monkeys — Look at all those monkeys, Spike Milligan
Look, Delia, how we 'steem the half-blown Rose, — Look, Delia, How We 'Steem the Half-blown Rose (Delia XXXIX), Samuel Daniel
Look, how those steep woods on the mountain's face — October, Hilaire Belloc
Look not in my eyes, for fear — A Shropshire Lad - XV, A E Housman
Looking into the vase, into the calyx, into the water drop, — Yellow Tulips, James Fenton
Looking up at the stars, I know quite well — The More Loving One, W H Auden
Lord, confound that surly sister, — The Curse, J M Synge
The Lord is my shepherd; — Psalm 23, David
Lord: it is time. The huge summer has gone by. — Autumn, Rainer Maria Rilke
Lord, Who createdst man in wealth and store, — Easter Wings, George Herbert
Lord Whoever, thank you for this air — Poem in Thanks, Thomas Lux
Love bade me welcome, yet my soul drew back, — Love bade me welcome, George Herbert
Love has gone and left me and the days are all alike; — Ashes of Life, Edna St Vincent Millay
Love is like — What Love is Like, Piet Hein
Love is not all: It is not meat nor drink — Sonnet: Love Is Not All, Edna St Vincent Millay
Love seeketh not Itself to please, — The Clod and the Pebble, William Blake
Love, unrequited, robs me of my rest: — The Lord Chancellor's Song, W S Gilbert
Love without hope, as when the young bird-catcher — Love Without Hope, Robert Graves
Loveliest of trees, the cherry now — Loveliest of trees, the cherry now, A E Housman
Love's the boy stood on the burning deck — Casabianca, Elizabeth Bishop
The lowest trees have tops, the ant her gall, — The Lowest Trees Have Tops, Edward Dyer
Lying on that blanket, nights on the seventh green-- — For an Old Girlfriend, Long Dead, William Logan
Lying south of sweet Northumber, — Untitled, Donald Monat

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Macavity's a Mystery Cat: he's called the Hidden Paw - — Macavity: The Mystery Cat, T S Eliot
Mad Patsy said, he said to me, — In the Poppy Field, James Stephens
A man doesn't have time in his life — A Man Doesn't Have Time In His Life, Yehuda Amichai
A man feared that he might find an assassin; — A Man Feared... (The Black Riders LVI), Stephen Crane
Man looking into the sea, — A Grave, Marianne Moore
A man plodding through blue-grass fields. — Jimmy Giuffre Plays 'The Easy Way', Adrian Mitchell
A man said to the universe: — A Man Said to the Universe, Stephen Crane
The man was going in to bat; — Ballad of a Homeless Bat, John Kendall
The man who cloaked his bitterness within — Thomas Hood, Edwin Arlington Robinson
A man who keeps a diary, pays — Writing, William Allingham
The man who sold Manhattan for a halfway decent bangle, — Deep Sorriness Atonement Song, Glyn Maxwell
Man-Moth: Newspaper misprint for "mammoth". — The Man-Moth, Elizabeth Bishop
many a man spanks his — certain maxims of archy, Don Marquis
Margaret, are you grieving — Spring and Fall, to a Young Child, Gerard Manley Hopkins
"... marked males of the silkworm moth have been known to fly upwind seven — The Perfume, A D Hope
Marrying left your maiden name disused. — Maiden Name, Philip Larkin
The master-songs are ended, and the man — Walt Whitman, Edwin Arlington Robinson
Match me such marvel save in Eastern clime, — Petra, John William Burgon
May I borrow your wheelbarrow? — Ten Ways to Avoid Lending Your Wheelbarrow to Anybody, Adrian Mitchell
May I for my own self song's truth reckon, — The Seafarer, Anonymous
May they stumble, stage by stage — The Travellers' Curse after Misdirection, Robert Graves
Maybe he believes me, maybe not. — Maybe, Carl Sandburg
Maytime, loveliest season, — Sadness in Spring, Anonymous
Mean Mister Mustard sleeps in the park — Mean Mr. Mustard / Polythene Pam, John Lennon
Meeting poets I am disconcerted sometimes — Meeting Poets, Eunice deSouza
The memory of my father is wrapped up in — My Father, Yehuda Amichai
Men at forty — Men at Forty, Donald Justice
"Men of England, Heirs of Glory, — The Masque of Anarchy (extract), Percy Bysshe Shelley
Men of the Twenty-first — The Guards Came Through, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
The men who billow down the sea in ships — A Newer Kingdom, Anonymous
Men with picked voices chant the names — Overture to a Dance of Locomotives, William Carlos Williams
The meteor's arc of quiet; a voiceless rain; — Faint Music, Walter de la Mare
Methought I saw my late espoused saint — Sonnet XXIII: Methought I Saw My Late Espoused Saint, John Milton
The miller's wife had waited long, — The Mill, Edwin Arlington Robinson
Milton! thou shouldst be living at this hour: — London, 1802, William Wordsworth
Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord: — The Battle-Hymn of the Republic, Julia Ward Howe
The mine-detector — Untitled, Dag Hammarskjöld
Mingling a potion for his thirst in the sun — Sadness of Summer, Stéphane Mallarmé
Miniver Cheevy, child of scorn, — Miniver Cheevy, Edwin Arlington Robinson
Mirrors are not more wrapt in silences — To a Cat, Jorge Luis Borges
Miss J. Hunter Dunn, Miss J. Hunter Dunn, — A Subaltern's Love Song, John Betjeman
The mists rise over — Untitled, Yamabe no Akahito
The moon, a sweeping scimitar, dipped in the stormy straits, — Winged Man, Stephen Vincent Benét
The moon is a charring ember — Night in Arizona, Sara Teasdale
The moon is distant from the sea, — The Moon is Distant from the Sea, Emily Dickinson
The moonsheep stands upon the clearing. — The Moonsheep, Christian Morgenstern
Morning, on the promenade, there's a break in the light — Ghazal of the Lagoon, John Drury
A mosquito was heard to complain — A mosquito was heard to complain, Dr D D Perrin
Most epic poets plunge 'in medias res' — Don Juan: Canto I (excerpt), George Gordon, Lord Byron
The most important thing we've learned, — Television, Roald Dahl
Most people know more as they get older: — The Winter Palace, Philip Larkin
A moth, I thought, munching a word. — The Bookworm, Anonymous
Mountain — Untitled, Cid Corman
The mountain frowned upon the school, — Brother Mick, Sigerson Clifford
Mountain snow, everywhere white; — Gnomic Stanzas, Anonymous
the mountains are hazy with timeless passivity — A Scroll Painting, Arthur Yap
A mouse took a stroll through the deep dark wood. — The Gruffalo, Julia Donaldson
Move him into the sun-- — Futility, Wilfred Owen
The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ, — The Moving Finger Writes; and, Having Writ, Omar Khayyam
Mr. Beringer, whose son — Seven Laments for the War-Dead, Yehuda Amichai
Mr T. — The Artist, William Carlos Williams
Much have I travell'd in the realms of gold, — On First Looking Into Chapman's Homer, John Keats
My apologies to chance for calling it necessity — Under One Small Star, Wislawa Szymborska
my auntie gave me a colouring book and crayons — Uncle and Auntie, John Hegley
My body is both white and round. — The Cake That Drifts In Water, Ho Xuan Huong
My brother Charles — Ooly Pop a Cow, David Huddle
My candle burns at both ends; — First Fig, Edna St Vincent Millay
My cat is dead — An Unusual Cat-Poem, Wendy Cope
My cousin Elena — Marriages Are Made, Eunice deSouza
My dear one is mine as mirrors are lonely, — Miranda, W H Auden
My dog lay dead five days without a grave — The Pardon, Richard Wilbur
My fairest child, I have no song to give you; — A Farewell, Charles Kingsley
My father had a daughter got a man, — Shakesperian Readings - 3, Phoebe Cary
My father knows the proper way — What Father Knows, Edgar Guest
My father used to say, — Silence, Marianne Moore
My friend went to the piano; spun the stool — Music, Stephen Vincent Benét
My galley chargèd with forgetfulness — The Lover Compareth his State to a Ship in Perilous Storm Tossed on the Sea, Thomas Wyatt
My glad feet shod with the glittering steel — The Skater, Charles G D Roberts
My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains — Ode to a Nightingale, John Keats
My heart is a box of affection. — The World Is A Box, Sophie Hannah
My life -- to Discontent a prey -- — Rhymes (?), Henry S Leigh
My little one whose tongue is dumb, — My Little One, Tennessee Williams
My love is a Theosophist — My Love is Theosophist, Patrick Barrington
My love she speaks like silence, — Love Minus Zero / No Limit, Bob Dylan
My mind lets go a thousand things, — Memory, Thomas Bailey Aldrich
My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun; — My Mistress' Eyes are Nothing Like the Sun (Sonnets CXXX), William Shakespeare
My mom and my dad are not what they seem. — My Mom and Dad, Bill Watterson
My most honorable eyes, you are not in the best of shape. — Eyes, Czeslaw Milosz
my Mum used to watch out of the window — Go and play in the middle, John Hegley
My name is Cain MacCarthy. — Cain and Abel, Paul Durcan
My neighbor was a biker, a pusher, a dog — The Sudden Light And The Trees, Stephen Dunn
My neighbour, Mrs Fanshaw, is portly-plump and gay, — Stately as a Galleon, Joyce Grenfell
My own dear love, he is strong and bold — Love Song, Dorothy Parker
My prime of youth is but a frost of cares, — On the Eve of His Execution, Chidiock Tichborne
My sister doesn't write poems, — In Praise of My Sister, Wislawa Szymborska
My Sorrow, when she's here with me, — My November Guest, Robert Frost
My sweetest Lesbia, let us live and love, — My Sweetest Lesbia, Thomas Campion
My valiant helper, a small-sized tiger — To Mrs. Professor in Defense of My Cat's Honor and Not Only, Czeslaw Milosz
My way is in the sand flowing — Untitled, Samuel Beckett
A mysterious naked man has been reported — The Mysterious Naked Man, Alden Nowlan

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n — Poem 42, e e cummings
Naked, you are simple as one of your hands, — Morning XXVII, Pablo Neruda
A narrow Fellow in the Grass — A Narrow Fellow in the Grass, Emily Dickinson
Nature teaches us our tongue again — A Performance of Henry V at Stratford-upon-Avon, Elizabeth Jennings
Nature's first green is gold, — Nothing Gold Can Stay, Robert Frost
Nautilus Island's hermit — Skunk Hour, Robert Lowell
Nearer, my God, to Thee, — Nearer, my God, to Thee, Sarah Flower Adams
Never a mouse — Geometry, Alfred Kreymborg
A new Courtly Sonet, of the Ladie Greensleeves. — Greensleeves, Anonymous
The new interns — Hospital Haiku, Dr K D Beernink
"next to of course god america i — next to of course god america i, e e cummings
Nice to be here hope you agree — Nice To Be Here, Ray Thomas
Nicholas Cricket plays every night — Nicholas Cricket, Joyce Maxner
The night before war begins, and you are still here. — Deadline, Barbara Kingsolver
The night has a thousand eyes, — The Night has a Thousand Eyes, Francis William Bourdillon
The night is black and the forest has no end; — On the Nature of Love, Rabindranath Tagore
Night is on the downland, on the lonely moorland, — Night Is On The Downland, John Masefield
No coward soul is mine, — No Coward Soul is Mine, Emily Bronte
No doubt they'll soon get well; the shock and strain — Survivors, Siegfried Sassoon
No, I'll not take the half, — No, I'll not take the half..., Yevgeny Yevtushenko
No one so much as you — No One So Much As You, Edward Thomas
No people are uninteresting. — People, Yevgeny Yevtushenko
No present royal favour could efface — Lady Xi, Wang Wei
No smoke without you, my fire. — One Cigarette, Edwin Morgan
No sprouted wheat and soya shoots — The Health-Food Diner, Maya Angelou
No sun--no moon! — No!, Thomas Hood
"No, the serpent did not — Theology, Ted Hughes
"No water so still as the — No Swan So Fine, Marianne Moore
"No worst, there is none. Pitched past pitch of grief, — No worst, there is none, Gerard Manley Hopkins
Nobly, nobly Cape Saint Vincent to the North-west died away; — Home-thoughts, from the Sea, Robert Browning
Nobody heard him, the dead man, — Not Waving But Drowning, Stevie Smith
nobody loses all the time — nobody loses all the time, e e cummings
A noiseless patient spider, — A Noiseless Patient Spider, Walt Whitman
"Non Sum Qualis Eram Bonae Sub Regno Cynarae" — Poem, Ernest Dowson
The north wind doth blow, — The North Wind Doth Blow, Anonymous
Not a drum was heard, nor a funeral note, — The Burial of Sir John Moore at Corunna, Charles Wolfe
Not a red rose or a satin heart. — Valentine, Carol Ann Duffy
Not but they die, the teasers and the dreams, — The Teasers, William Empson
Not easy to state the change you made. — Love Letter, Sylvia Plath
Not every man has gentians in his house — Bavarian Gentians, D H Lawrence
Not, exactly, green: — A Green Crab's Shell, Mark Doty
Not from the stars do I my judgment pluck, — Not From The Stars Do I My Judgment Pluck (Sonnets XIV), William Shakespeare
Not marble, nor the gilded monuments — Not Marble, nor the Gilded Monuments (Sonnet LV), William Shakespeare
Not my best side, I'm afraid. — Not my Best Side, U A Fanthorpe
Not only marble, but the plastic toys — Strugnell's Sonnets (iv), Wendy Cope
Not only the Eskimos — Not only the Eskimos, Lisel Mueller
Not writ in water nor in mist, — For John Keats, Apostle of Beauty, Countee Cullen
Not yet, not yet, it's hardly four — The Last Quadrille, Winthrop Mackworth Praed
Nothing but a ruin now — The Ruin, Dafydd ap Gwilym
A noun's a thing. A verb's the thing it does. — The Grammar Lesson, Steve Kowit
Now as I was young and easy under the apple boughs — Fern Hill, Dylan Thomas
Now Chil the Kite brings home the night — Night-Song in the Jungle, Rudyard Kipling
Now, God be thanked Who has matched us with His hour, — Peace, Rupert Brooke
Now if there's a smile on my face — Tears of a Clown, William 'Smokey' Robinson
Now in Vienna there's ten pretty women — Take This Waltz, Leonard Cohen
Now sleeps the crimson petal, now the white; — Now Sleeps the Crimson Petal, Now the White, Alfred, Lord Tennyson
Now spring is bringing back the warmer days, — Carmen XLVI, Gaius Valerius Catullus
Now that the day wearies me, — Going to Sleep, Hermann Hesse
Now the flames they followed Joan of Arc — Joan of Arc, Leonard Cohen
Now the joys of the road are chiefly these: — The Joys of the Road, Bliss Carman
Now through night's caressing grip — from The Dog Beneath The Skin, W H Auden
Now up and down the siding brown — Past Carin’, Henry Lawson
Now when I was a young man I carried me pack — The Band Played Waltzing Matilda, Eric Bogle
Now winter nights enlarge — Now Winter Nights Enlarge, Thomas Campion
Nymph, nymph, what are your beads? — Overheard on a Salmarsh, Harold Monro

O

`O babbling brook,' says Edmund in his rhyme, — The Brook (excerpt), Alfred, Lord Tennyson
O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done; — O Captain! My Captain!, Walt Whitman
O fan of white silk, — Fan-Piece, For Her Imperial Lord, Ezra Pound
O for a muse of fire, a sack of dough, — Sonnet with a Different Letter at the End of Every Line, George Starbuck
O generation of the thoroughly smug — Salutation, Ezra Pound
O, Jenny's a' weet, poor body, — Comin' Thro the Rye, Robert Burns
'O Jesus Christ! I'm hit,' he said; and died. — The Last Laugh, Wilfred Owen
O Joy of creation, — What the Bullet sang, Bret Harte
O Matsushima! — Matsushima, Matsuo Basho
O my Luve's like a red, red rose, — A Red, Red Rose, Robert Burns
O Orofarnë, Lassemista, Carnimírië! — Bregalad's Lament, J R R Tolkien
O, pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth, — Pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth, William Shakespeare
O Rose, thou art sick! — The Sick Rose, William Blake
O sweet illusions of song — Fata Morgana, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
O sweet spontaneous — O sweet spontaneous, e e cummings
O, what can ail thee, knight-at-arms, — La Belle Dame Sans Merci, John Keats
O what has become of Millicent Frastley? — The Insect God, Edward Gorey
O what is that sound which so thrills the ear — O What Is That Sound, W H Auden
"O where are you going?" said reader to rider, — O Where Are You Going?, W H Auden
O why do you walk through the fields in gloves, — To a Fat Lady Seen From the Train, Frances Cornford
O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being, — Ode to the West Wind, Percy Bysshe Shelley
O, young Lochinvar is come out of the west, — Lochinvar, Sir Walter Scott
Oblivion, she said — She Speaks of Death, Barbara Pescan
Obstinate are the trammels, but my heart aches when I try to break them. — Geetanjali, Rabindranath Tagore
October, and a rain-blurred face, — At a Fishing Settlement, Alistair Campbell
Of all the Girls that are so smart — The Ballad of Sally in our Alley, Henry Carey
Of making many books there is no end-- — Lines on and from "Bartlett's Familiar Quotations", Franklin P Adams
Of our ancestors, brave true ancient Scots, — Wallace (extract), Blind Harry
Of those uncertain creatures — The Wasp, John Kendall
Off Highway 106 — Cherrylog Road, James Dickey
Off to the left, those islands, named and renamed — Apartment in Leme, Elizabeth Bishop
Often I think of the beautiful town — My Lost Youth, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Often to pass the time on board, the crew — The Albatross, Charles Baudelaire
The Ogre does what ogres can, — August 1968, W H Auden
Oh calf, that gambolled by my door — Elegy to a Calf (Lamento pastorello), Sarah Binks
Oh, come with old Khayyam, and leave the Wise — The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam, Omar Khayyam
Oh! Death will find me, long before I tire — Oh! Death Will Find Me, Long Before I Tire, Rupert Brooke
Oh, East is East, and West is West, and never the twain shall meet, — The Ballad of East and West, Rudyard Kipling
Oh! ever thus, from childhood's hour, — Oh! Ever Thus, From Childhood's Hour, Thomas Moore
Oh Galuppi, Baldassaro, this is very sad to find! — A Toccata of Galuppi's, Robert Browning
Oh, greenly and fair in the lands of the sun, — The Pumpkin, John Greenleaf Whittier
Oh, how good it is to be — The Rover, Robert Service
Oh I am just a student, sir, and only want to learn — I'm Going To Say It Now, Phil Ochs
Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of earth — High Flight, Pilot Officer John Gillespie Magee
Oh, I should like to ride the seas, — Song of Perfect Propriety, Dorothy Parker
Oh, life is a glorious cycle of song, — Comment, Dorothy Parker
Oh! My name is John Wellington Wells - — Ballad: The Sorcerer's Song, W S Gilbert
Oh my name it is nothin' — With God on our Side, Bob Dylan
Oh, say can you see, by the dawn's early light, — The Star-Spangled Banner, Francis Scott Key
"Oh, say, what is this fearful, wild, — The Hippopotamus, Oliver Herford
Oh, the littles that remain! — After, Lizette Woodworth Reese
Oh, the Roman was a rogue, — Lay of Ancient Rome, Thomas Ybarra
Oh, the white folks hate the black folks, — National Brotherhood Week, Tom Lehrer
Oh! there once was a swagman camped in a Billabong, — Waltzing Matilda, A B "Banjo" Paterson
Oh, to be in England — Home Thoughts From Abroad, Robert Browning
Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son? — A Hard Rain's A-Gonna Fall, Bob Dylan
Oh who is that young sinner with the handcuffs on his wrists? — The Colour of His Hair, A E Housman
An old ballad. — Faithless Sally Brown, Thomas Hood
The old brown thorn-trees break in two high over Cummen Strand, — Red Hanrahan's Song About Ireland, William Butler Yeats
An old, mad, blind, despised, and dying king, -- — Sonnet: England in 1819, Percy Bysshe Shelley
The old man comes out on the hill — Good, R S Thomas
An old man sits — Six Significant Landscapes, Wallace Stevens
old pond..... — Haiku, Matsuo Basho
The old priest Peter Gilligan — The Ballad of Father Gilligan, William Butler Yeats
An omnibus across the bridge — Symphony in Yellow, Oscar Wilde
'omoi peplegmai kairian plegen eso' — Sweeney Among the Nightingales, T S Eliot
On a sunny brae alone I lay — A Daydream, Emily Bronte
On an ebony bed decorated — Footsteps, Constantine Cavafy
On Fridays he'd open a can of Jax — My Father's Love Letters, Yusef Komunyakaa
On Raglan Road on an autumn day I met her first and knew — Raglan Road, Patrick Kavanagh
On the beach at night, — On the Beach at Night, Walt Whitman
On the beach there's a seafood place, simple, a shack thrown up by — At Funchal (Island of Madeira), Tomas Transtromer
On the day of the explosion — The Explosion, Philip Larkin
On the porch — On the Porch, Michael Ondaatje
On the stiff twig up there — Black Rook in Rainy Weather, Sylvia Plath
On the window panes the icy frost — Christmas Eve, Bill Watterson
On Wenlock Edge the wood's in trouble; — On Wenlock Edge The Wood's In Trouble, A E Housman
Once, high on a hill, there was a song — Out of Control, Neil Young
Once in my heyday of cricket, — A Reminiscence of Cricket, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
Once more he tried, before he slept, — Critics Nightwatch, Gwen Harwood
Once more the storm is howling, and half hid — A Prayer For My Daughter, William Butler Yeats
Once riding in old Baltimore, — Incident, Countee Cullen
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary, — The Raven, Edgar Allan Poe
Once, when midnight smote the air, — On Those that Hated the 'Playboy of the Western World', 1907, William Butler Yeats
One day I wrote her name upon the strand, — One Day I Wrote Her Name Upon the Strand (Amoretti LXXV), Edmund Spenser
One day of god — The Consecration Of Coffee, Rafael Jesús González
One face looks out from all his canvasses, — In an Artist's Studio, Christina Rossetti
One must have a mind of winter — The Snow Man, Wallace Stevens
One night when the lawn was a golden green — My Name, Mark Strand
One son was my darling--Dwynwen! — Lament for Sion, Lewys Glyn Cothi
One sung of thee who left the tale untold, — One Sung of Thee who Left the Tale Untold, Percy Bysshe Shelley
One thing that literature would be greatly the better for — Very Like a Whale, Ogden Nash
One time in Alexandria, in wicked Alexandria — Thais, Newman Levy
The one-l lama, — The Lama, Ogden Nash
Only a man harrowing clods — In Time of 'The Breaking Of Nations', Thomas Hardy
or 'z + b + x = y + b + z' — Hall and Knight, E V Rieu
ORONTE: — The Misanthrope, Moliere
Others because you did not keep — A Deep-Sworn Vow, William Butler Yeats
Our choicest plans — On Problems, Piet Hein
Our earth in 1969 — Doggerel by a Senior Citizen, W H Auden
Our life is twofold; Sleep hath its own world, — The Dream, George Gordon, Lord Byron
Our revels now are ended. These our actors, — Our revels now are ended, William Shakespeare
Out of a hundred people — A Contribution to Statistics, Wislawa Szymborska
Out of the night that covers me, — Invictus, William Ernest Henley
Out of the purple drifts, — Witchery, Frank Dempster Sherman
Out of the South came Famine. — Out of the East, James Fenton
Out of us all — Words, Edward Thomas
Out West, where the stars are brightest, — The Great Grey Plain, Henry Lawson
Over my head, I see the bronze butterfly — Lying in a Hammock at William Duffy's Farm in Pine Island, Minnesota, James Wright
Over the heather the wet wind blows, — Roman Wall Blues, W H Auden
The over-all picture is winter — Hunters in the Snow, William Carlos Williams
The Owl and the Pussy-Cat went to sea — The Owl and the Pussy-Cat, Edward Lear

P

Pale brows, still hands and dim hair, — Aedh Laments the Loss of Love, William Butler Yeats
Past one o'clock. You must have gone to bed. — Past One O'Clock, Vladimir Mayakovsky
Pelagius lived at Kardanoel — The Pelagian Drinking Song, Hilaire Belloc
The pennycandystore beyond the El — The pennycandystore beyond the El, Lawrence Ferlinghetti
The people of Spain think Cervantes — The People of Spain Think Cervantes, Edmund Clerihew Bentley
The People of the Eastern Ice, they are melting like the snow -- — Quiquern (Chapter Heading), Rudyard Kipling
People tell you all the time, — An Attempt At Unrhymed Verse, Wendy Cope
People that build their houses inland, — Inland, Edna St Vincent Millay
Perched on my city office-stool, — The Ice-Cart, Wilfred Gibson
Perfection, of a kind, was what he was after — Epitaph on a tyrant, W H Auden
Perhaps to love is to learn — Coda, Octavio Paz
Phyllis is my only joy, — Phyllis is my only joy, Sir Charles Sedley
The piano has been drinking, my necktie is asleep — The Piano Has Been Drinking, Tom Waits
The piers are pummelled by the waves; — The Fall of Rome, W H Auden
Pile the bodies high at Austerlitz and Waterloo. — Grass, Carl Sandburg
Pink may, double may, dead laburnum — Myfanwy at Oxford, John Betjeman
Pity, in place of love, — At the last watch, Rabindranath Tagore
pity this busy monster, manunkind, — pity this busy monster, manunkind, e e cummings
The planes bound for all points everywhere — The Day Flies Off Without Me, John Stammers
"A planet doesn't explode of itself," said drily — Earth, John Hall Wheelock
The plunging limbers over the shattered track — Dead Man's Dump, Isaac Rosenberg
The Pobble who has no toes — The Pobble Who Has No Toes, Edward Lear
A poem should be palpable and mute — Ars Poetica, Archibald MacLeish
A poet had a cat. — How a Cat Was Annoyed and a Poet Was Booted, Guy Wetmore Carryl
The poetry of earth is never dead: — On the Grasshopper and the Cricket, John Keats
Poets make pets of pretty, docile words: — Pretty Words, Elinor Wylie
The Polar DEW has just warned that — Your Attention Please, Peter Porter
The pond is plenteous — Temporary Well Being, Kenneth Burke
Portrait Bust of an Unknown, Capitol, Rome — A Likeness, Willa Sibert Cather
Posterity will ne'er survey — Untitled (Epitaph for Lord Castlereagh), George Gordon, Lord Byron
The prayers I make will then be sweet indeed, — To The Supreme Being, Michelangelo Buonarroti
Preacher, don't send me — Preacher, Don't Send Me, Maya Angelou
A precious, mouldering pleasure 't is — In a Library, Emily Dickinson
pretty summer day — jump mama, Kurtis Lamkin
Prohibition is an awful flop. — Prohibition, Franklin P Adams
The prologues are over. It is a question, now, — Asides on the Oboe, Wallace Stevens
Proserpine may pull her flowers, — Song of the Stygian Naiades, Thomas Lovell Beddoes
Proud Maisie is in the wood, — Proud Maisie, Sir Walter Scott
The puppet thinks: — The Puppet, Charles de Lint
The Purple Cow's Projected Feast: — The Purple Cow, Gelett Burgess

Q

Quail and rabbit hunters with tawny hounds, — Hunters in the Snow: Brueghel, Joseph Langland
The quality of mercy is not strain'd, — The Quality of Mercy is not Strain'd, William Shakespeare
Quarterly, is it, money reproaches me: — Money, Philip Larkin
Queen and huntress, chaste and fair, — Hymn to Diana, Ben Jonson
Question frequently asked by — Did I Miss Anything, Tom Wayman
Quiescent a person sits heart and soul — Quiescent, a Person Sits Heart and Soul, Ring Lardner
Quietly sitting, — Untitled, Anonymous
Quinquireme of Nineveh from distant Ophir, — Cargoes, John Masefield
Quite unexpectedly, as Vasserot — The End of the World, Archibald MacLeish

R

The radiance of the star that leans on me — Delay, Elizabeth Jennings
The raging colour of this cold Friday — Autumn Day, Anne Ridler
The Raids, 1940. Night and Dawn. — Still Falls the Rain, Edith Sitwell
The railroad track is miles away, — Travel, Edna St Vincent Millay
The rain and the wind, the wind and the rain -- — The Rain and the Wind, William Ernest Henley
The rain set early in tonight, — Porphyria's Lover, Robert Browning
Raja, I wish I knew — To Raja Rao, Czeslaw Milosz
A raven sat upon a tree, — The Sycophantic Fox and the Gullible Raven, Guy Wetmore Carryl
Razors pain you; — Resume, Dorothy Parker
Reach me down my Tycho Brahe, -- I would know him when we meet, — The Old Astronomer, Sarah Williams
A Reactionary Tract for the Times — Under Which Lyre, W H Auden
Reason says, — This Will Not Win Him, Jalaluddin Rumi
"Relinquunt Omnia Servare Rem Publicam." — For the Union Dead, Robert Lowell
Remember me? I am Professor Sheth. — The Professor, Nissim Ezekiel
Remember me when I am dead — Simplify Me When I'm Dead, Keith Douglas
Remember the long ago when we lay together — It Isn't Time That's Passing, Ruskin Bond
The reticent volcano keeps — The reticent volcano keeps, Emily Dickinson
Returning home do you feel you talked too much? — Foolish, not Social, Sankha Ghosh
The rimer quenches his unheeded fires, — Rimer, Ambrose Bierce
Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky, — Ring Out, Wild Bells, Alfred, Lord Tennyson
The rise and fall of nations are myriad; — Shijo, Chong Chol
Rise, brothers, rise; the wakening skies pray to the morning light, — The Coromandel Fishers, Sarojini Naidu
Risen from rented rooms, old ghosts — A Winter Ode to the Old Men of Lummus Park, Miami, Florida, Donald Justice
The Road goes ever on and on — The Road Goes Ever On, J R R Tolkien
The Roman Road runs straight and bare — The Roman Road, Thomas Hardy
Rome never looks where she treads. — A Pict Song, Rudyard Kipling
The room was suddenly rich and the great bay-window was — Snow, Louis MacNeice
A rose by any other name — Untitled, Tanith Lee
The rose is obsolete — Rose, William Carlos Williams
Rose, oh pure contradiction, joy — Rose, Oh Pure Contradiction, Joy, Rainer Maria Rilke
Rough Wind, that moanest loud — A Dirge, Percy Bysshe Shelley
Round - oblong - like jam - — Contours, Noel Coward
Round the cape of a sudden came the sea, — Parting at Morning, Robert Browning
A Route of Evanescence — A Route of Evanescence, Emily Dickinson
A rowan like a lipsticked girl. — Song, Seamus Heaney
Rows and flows of angel's hair — Both Sides Now, Joni Mitchell
The ruth and truth you taught have come full-circle — Verity, Drummond Allison

S

Said Hamlet to Ophelia, — Hamlet, Spike Milligan
Said the little boy, "Sometimes I drop my spoon." — The Little Boy and the Old Man, Shel Silverstein
Sailboat, sailboat - so Heart counts the ships at sea — The Dark and Turbulent Sea, Stephen Dobyns
Sally Salter, she was a young teacher who taught, — The Lovers, Phoebe Cary
The salmon lying in the depths of Llyn Llifon — The Ancients of the World, R S Thomas
Say not the struggle naught availeth, — Say Not the Struggle Naught Availeth, Arthur Hugh Clough
Say this city has ten million souls — Refugee Blues, W H Auden
scent of plum blossoms — Haiku, Matsuo Basho
Science! true daughter of Old Time thou art! — Sonnet -- To Science, Edgar Allan Poe
Scorn not the Sonnet; Critic, you have frown'd, — The Sonnet, William Wordsworth
Scotland small? Our multiform, our infinite Scotland _small_? — Scotland Small?, Hugh MacDiarmid
Scrambled eggs and whiskey — Scrambled Eggs and Whiskey, Hayden Carruth
The screen door slams — Thunder Road, Bruce Springsteen
The sea is calm to-night, — Dover Beach, Matthew Arnold
The sea! the sea! the open sea! — The Sea, Barry Cornwall
The seashore temple... — Haiku, Yosa Buson
Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, — To Autumn, John Keats
Seated one day at the Organ, — A Lost Chord, Adelaide Procter
See, here's the workbox, little wife, — The Workbox, Thomas Hardy
See, they return; ah, see the tentative — The Return, Ezra Pound
Seeing the snowman standing all alone — Boy at the Window, Richard Wilbur
Seeking wine, the drinker leaves home for the tavern. — Madhushala (The Tavern), Harivansh Rai Bachchan
Seen on the sea, no sign; no sign, no sign — The Dead Wingman, Randall Jarrell
Sent as a present from Annam — The Red Cockatoo, Po Chü-i
September rain falls on the house. — Sestina, Elizabeth Bishop
Shake and shake the ketchup bottle — Shake and Shake the Ketchup Bottle, Richard Armour
Shakespearean fish swam the sea, far away from land; — Three Movements, William Butler Yeats
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? — Shall I Compare Thee to a Summer's Day? (Sonnets XVIII), William Shakespeare
The shattered water made a misty din. — Once by the Pacific, Robert Frost
Shawondasee, fat and lazy, — Shawondasee, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
She does not know — No Images, William Waring Cuney
She dwelt among the untrodden ways — She Dwelt Among the Untrodden Ways, William Wordsworth
She is struggling through grass-mesh - not flying, — A Cranefly in September, Ted Hughes
She said she came from Portland — Working Girls, Redgum
She sang beyond the genius of the sea. — The Idea of Order at Key West, Wallace Stevens
She, then, like snow in a dark night, — Like Snow, Robert Graves
She walks in beauty like the night — She Walks in Beauty, George Gordon, Lord Byron
She was young, she was pure, she was new, she was nice — Madeira, M'Dear, Michael Flanders
She who is always in my thoughts prefers — Untitled, Bhartrihari
Shelley dreamed it. Now the dream decays. — Song at the Year's Turning, R S Thomas
Shimmering, gleaming, glistening glow-- — Winter Reigns, Mary Youngquist
Should auld acquaintance be forgot, — Auld Lang Syne, Robert Burns
Should I get married? Should I be good? — Marriage, Gregory Corso
Side by side in the crowded streets, — The Cantelope, Bayard Taylor
Side by side, their faces blurred, — An Arundel Tomb, Philip Larkin
The silver swan, who living had no note, — The Silver Swan, Orlando Gibbons
Simplified. — Dream Interpretation, Piet Hein
Since mistakes are inevitable, I can easily be taken — At a Lecture, Joseph Brodsky
Since there's no help, come let us kiss and part, — Since there's no help, come let us kiss and part (Idea: LXI), Michael Drayton
Since we agreed to let the road between us — No Road, Philip Larkin
Since you have world enough and time — His Coy Mistress to Mr. Marvell, A D Hope
Sing a song of Europe, highly civilized, — Sing a Song of Europe, Anonymous
S`io credesse che mia risposta fosse — The Love Song Of J. Alfred Prufrock, T S Eliot
Sit, drink your coffee here; your work can wait awhile. — Sit, Vikram Seth
Six humans trapped by happenstance — The Cold Within, James Patrick Kinney
Skirting the river road, (my forenoon walk, my rest,) — The Dalliance of the Eagles, Walt Whitman
The sky is torn across — On A Wedding Anniversary, Dylan Thomas
Slender whirlwinds coming from the sky — The Vision of a Giant who Migrated from Baja to Tiburon Island, Anonymous
Slowly, silently, now the moon — Silver, Walter de la Mare
Slowly the poison the whole blood stream fills. — Missing Dates, William Empson
Smear out the last star. — Absences, Dom Moraes
A snake came to my water-trough — Snake, D H Lawrence
A snake-charmer and his noseless wife, — Vacana #105, Basavanna
Snowy morning-- — Haiku, Matsuo Basho
So Abram rose, and clave the wood, and went, — The Parable of the Old Man and the Young, Wilfred Owen
So early it's still almost dark out. — Happiness, Raymond Carver
So is it not with me as with that Muse — So is it not with me as with that Muse (Sonnets XXI), William Shakespeare
so much depends — The Red Wheelbarrow, William Carlos Williams
... So, praise the gods, Catullus is away! — From A Letter From Lesbia, Dorothy Parker
So she went into the garden — The Great Panjandrum, Samuel Foote
So there stood Matthew Arnold and this girl — The Dover Bitch, Anthony Hecht
So we'll go no more a-roving — So We'll Go No More a-Roving, George Gordon, Lord Byron
Some comb oil, some blow air, — The International Terminal, Les Murray
Some day I shall rise and leave my friends — The Beginning, Rupert Brooke
Some days, although we cannot pray, a prayer — Prayer, Carol Ann Duffy
Some dummy built this pencil wrong, — Stupid Pencil Maker, Shel Silverstein
Some men are born to gather women's tears, — Enigma, Duncan Campbell Scott
Some men, some men — Chant for Dark Hours, Dorothy Parker
Some people, — Adam's Complaint, Denise Levertov
Some say the world will end in fire, — Fire and Ice, Robert Frost
Some turnout, a hundred grand — Chain Lightning, Steely Dan
Someone ate the baby. — Dreadful, Shel Silverstein
Something there is that doesn't love a wall, — Mending Wall, Robert Frost
Sometimes I wish the railroads all were torn out, — The Traveled Man, Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Sometimes in the open you look up — Atavism, William Stafford
Sometimes the notes are ferocious, — Marginalia, Billy Collins
Sometimes things don't go, after all, — Sometimes, Sheenagh Pugh
somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond — somewhere i have never travelled, e e cummings
Somewhere in everyone's head something points toward home, — The Shrinking Lonesome Sestina, Miller Williams
Song of a tribe of the ancient Egyptians — On the Death of Smet-Smet, the Hippopotamus-Goddess, Rupert Brooke
The song that I came to sing remains unsung to this day. — Gitanjali (excerpt), Rabindranath Tagore
SONG--KO-KO with CHORUS OF MEN. — I've Got a Little List, W S Gilbert
The sons of the Prophet are brave men and bold — Abdul Abulbul Amir, Percy French
'Soyez muette pour moi, Idole contemplative...' — The Lion For Real, Allen Ginsberg
A speck that would have been beneath my sight — A Considerable Speck, Robert Frost
A speckled cat and a tame hare — Two Songs Of A Fool, William Butler Yeats
The spider, dropping down from twig, — The Spider's Web, E B White
A spirit moved. John Harvard walked the yard, — Villanelle for an Anniversary, Seamus Heaney
'Split the lark, and you'll find the Music - — Split the Lark, R T Smith
Split the Lark--and you'll find the Music-- — Split the Lark, Emily Dickinson
Spring is like a perhaps hand — Spring is like a perhaps hand, e e cummings
Sssnnnwhuffffll? — The Loch Ness Monster's Song, Edwin Morgan
Stand on the highest pavement of the stair - — La Figlia Che Piange (The Weeping Girl), T S Eliot
Star of my life, to the stars your face is turned; — Untitled, Plato
The stars, a jolly company, — The Jolly Company, Rupert Brooke
Stasis in darkness. — Ariel, Sylvia Plath
A stone's throw from Jerusalem — Mad About You, Gordon Matthew 'Sting' Sumner
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone, — Funeral Blues, W H Auden
Stop these efforts to learn - knowing is banned - what will be my, and — Odes: Book 1, Verse 11, Horace
Straight mine eye hath caught new pleasures — L'Allegro, John Milton
Strange beauty, eight-limbed and eight-handed, — Octopus, Arthur Clement Hilton
Strawberries that in gardens grow — Wild Strawberries, Robert Graves
Stray birds of summer come to my — Stray Birds, Rabindranath Tagore
Strephon kissed me in the spring, — The Look, Sara Teasdale
Strike the concertina's melancholy string! — The Story of Prince Agib, W S Gilbert
Strong-shouldered mole, — A Dead Mole, Andrew Young
Success is counted sweetest — Success is counted sweetest, Emily Dickinson
A sudden blow: — Leda and the Swan, William Butler Yeats
Sumer is icumen in, — Cuckoo Song, Anonymous
The summer grasses — Untitled, Matsuo Basho
Summer is fading: — Afternoons, Philip Larkin
The summer like a rajah dies, — Kipling's Vermont, Ogden Nash
Summon now the kings of the forest, — Mmenson, Edward Kamau Braithwaite
The sun does arise, — The Echoing Green, William Blake
The sun in the heavens was beaming, — Missed, P G Wodehouse
The sun is hotter than the top ledge in a steam bath; — March, Boris Pasternak
The sun may set and rise, — From Catullus V, Sir Walter Raleigh
Sun that givest all things birth — Prayer (to the sun above the clouds), Piet Hein
The sun was shining on the sea, — The Walrus and the Carpenter, Lewis Carroll
Sundays too my father got up early — Those Winter Sundays, Robert Hayden
The sunlight on the garden — The Sunlight on the Garden, Louis MacNeice
A supercilious nabob of the East - — A Modest Wit, Selleck Osborn
suppose — suppose, e e cummings
Surprised by joy - impatient as the Wind — Surprised by joy, William Wordsworth
Suzanne takes you down to her place near the river — Suzanne, Leonard Cohen
A sweet disorder in the dress — Delight In Disorder, Robert Herrick

T

take the leaf of a tree — Reply to the Question: "How can You Become a Poet?", Eve Merriam
Take this kiss upon the brow! — A Dream Within a Dream, Edgar Allan Poe
Tall ships and tall kings — Tall ships and tall kings, J R R Tolkien
A teacher asked Paul — Rain, Naomi Shihab Nye
"Tell brave deeds of war." — Tell Brave Deeds of War, Stephen Crane
Tell me — Let's be discreet, Amanda Townsend
"Tell us a story," comes the cry — Story-Time, Edgar Guest
Ten years together without yet a cloud — Firelight, Edwin Arlington Robinson
Tents, marquees, and baggage-waggons; — The Camp, Mary Robinson
"Terence, this is stupid stuff: — Terence, this is stupid stuff, A E Housman
Thanksgiving dinner's sad and thankless — Point of View, Shel Silverstein
That is no country for old men. The young — Sailing to Byzantium, William Butler Yeats
That night when joy began — Five Songs - II, W H Auden
That night your great guns, unawares, — Channel Firing, Thomas Hardy
That woman who to me seems most a woman — Sonnet: Dolce stil novo, Gavin Ewart
That's my last Duchess painted on the wall, — My Last Duchess, Robert Browning
Then a lawyer said, "But what of our Laws, master?" — On Laws (The Prophet, Chapter 13), Kahlil Gibran
Then a powerful demon, a prowler through the dark, — Grendel, Anonymous
Then there was neither Aught nor Nought, no air nor sky beyond. — Song of Creation, Anonymous
Then wear the gold hat, if that will move her; — Then Wear the Gold Hat, Thomas Parke D'Invilliers
There are certain things--as, a spider, a ghost, — A Sea Dirge, Lewis Carroll
There are many cumbersome ways to kill a man. — Five Ways to Kill a Man, Edwin Brock
There are people, I know, to be found, — Drinking Song, J K Stephen
There are strange things done in the midnight sun — The Cremation of Sam McGee, Robert Service
There are those who give little of the much which they have - and they — On Giving, Kahlil Gibran
There are wolf thickets. — Please Remember To Wash Your Hands, Sandra Greaves
there are worse things than — oh yes, Charles Bukowski
There here are words of radical advice for a young man looking for a job; — Will Consider Situation, Ogden Nash
There is a Beautiful Creature — We Should Talk about This Problem, Hafiz
There is a change--and I am poor; — A Complaint, William Wordsworth
There is a land where all is pure, — Ariadne auf Naxos, Hugo von Hofmannsthal
There is a motionless tree — There is a motionless tree, Octavio Paz
There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, — There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, George Gordon, Lord Byron
There is a program called TELNET to get to another CPU. — Telnet Song, Guy L Steele, Jr
There is a silence where hath been no sound, — Silence, Thomas Hood
There is an inn, a merry old inn — The Man in the Moon Came Down Too Soon, J R R Tolkien
"There is no God," the wicked saith, — There is no god, the wicked sayeth, Arthur Hugh Clough
There is no story behind it. — The Butterfly, Arun Kolatkar
There is no wrath in the stars, — Songs from an Evil Wood, Lord Dunsany
There is that in love — The Sentence, Robert Creeley
There it sits on the table. — The Ram's Skull, Ann Drysdale
"There must be some way out of here," said the joker to the thief, — All Along The Watch-Tower, Bob Dylan
There should be heart-shaped rooms in which we sit — Broken Hearts, Jeremy Reed
There was a Boy whose name was Jim; — Jim, Hilaire Belloc
There was a little girl, — There Was a Little Girl, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
There was a man who lived a life of fire. — There Was a Man Who Lived a Life of Fire (The Black Riders LXII), Stephen Crane
There was a road ran past our house — The Unexplorer, Edna St Vincent Millay
There was a whispering in my hearth, — Miners, Wilfred Owen
There was an Old Man with a beard, — There Was an Old Man with a Beard, Edward Lear
There were never strawberries — Strawberries, Edwin Morgan
There were thirty million English who talked of England's might, — The Last of the Light Brigade, Rudyard Kipling
There where the punk stump marks — Mulch, Peter Meinke
"There will be a war in Europe, — The Coming War, Sam Walter Foss
There will be no more cats. — Mort aux Chats, Peter Porter
There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground, — There Will Come Soft Rains, Sara Teasdale
There's a breathless hush in the Close to-night -- — Vitaï Lampada, Sir Henry Newbolt
There's a certain Slant of light, — There's a certain Slant of light, Emily Dickinson
There's a famous seaside place called Blackpool, — The Lion and Albert, Marriott Edgar
There's a one-eyed yellow idol to the north of Khatmandu, — The Green Eye of the Yellow God, J Milton Hayes
There's a patch of old snow in a corner — A Patch of Old Snow, Robert Frost
There's antimony, arsenic, aluminum, selenium, — The Elements, Tom Lehrer
There's havoc on the staircase where the guests come streaming, — Battle Song, Patrick Barrington
"There's no sense in going further -- it's the edge of cultivation," — The Explorer, Rudyard Kipling
These are the saddest of possible words: — Baseball's Sad Lexicon, Franklin P Adams
These be the little verses, rough and uncultured, which — By-the-Way, Patrick MacGill
These fine days have been my ruin. — Fine Days, Orhan Veli
These little Limbs, — The Salutation, Thomas Traherne
They are all gone away, — The House on the Hill, Edwin Arlington Robinson
They ask me why I live in the green mountains. — Question and Answer in the Mountains, Li Po
They christened my brother of old -- — The Bell Buoy, Rudyard Kipling
They have spent their — Old Folks laugh, Maya Angelou
They lean against the cooling car, backs pressed — The Discovery of the Pacific, Thom Gunn
They lie, the men who tell us for reasons of their own — Faces in the Street, Henry Lawson
They paved paradise — Big Yellow Taxi, Joni Mitchell
They read good books, and quote, but never learn — Causa Belli, Andrew Motion
They say — They Say, Ben Okri
They say that women change: 'tis so: but you — Ask to Embla, XIII, A S Byatt
They shut the road through the woods — The Way Through the Woods, Rudyard Kipling
They sing their dearest songs-- — During Wind and Rain, Thomas Hardy
They told me, Heraclitus, they told me you were dead; — Heraclitus, William Johnson Cory
They're at that stage where so much desire streams between them, — Love: Beginnings, C K Williams
They're changing guard at Buckingham Palace - — Buckingham Palace, A A Milne
They're selling postcards of the hanging — Desolation Row, Bob Dylan
The thing, he said, would come in the night at three — The Messenger, H P Lovecraft
A thing of beauty is a joy for ever: — A Thing of Beauty is a Joy for Ever, John Keats
Think, in this batter'd Caravanserai — Think, in this Batter'd Caravanserai, Omar Khayyam
"think of it: not so long ago — Untitled, e e cummings
Thinking she was the gift — The Gift, Carole Oles
This bloody town's a bloody cuss — The Bloody Orkneys, Hamish Blair
This darksome burn, horseback brown, — Inversnaid, Gerard Manley Hopkins
This day winding down now — Prologue, Dylan Thomas
This house has been far out at sea all night, — Wind, Ted Hughes
This is a great poem. — A Great Poem, Gavin Ewart
this is great, I just wrote two — the trash can, Charles Bukowski
This is my rifle. — My Rifle (The Creed of a United States Marine), Maj Gen WH Rupertus
This is not exactly what I mean — The World and I, Laura Riding
This is the horror that, night after night, — This is the Horror that, Night After Night, Gerald Gould
This is the house of Bedlam. — Visits to St. Elizabeth's, Elizabeth Bishop
This is the law of the Yukon, and ever she makes it plain: — The Law of the Yukon, Robert Service
"This is the light of the mind, cold and planetary. — The Moon and the Yew tree, Sylvia Plath
This is the metre Columbian. The soft-flowing trochees and dactyls, — The Metre Columbian, Anonymous
This is the Night Mail crossing the border, — Night Mail, W H Auden
This is the ship of pearl, which, poets feign, — The Chambered Nautilus, Oliver Wendell Holmes
This is the spread of wings, — Helen in Egypt, H D
This is the twentieth century, — A First on TV, David Ignatow
This is the weather the cuckoo likes, — Weathers, Thomas Hardy
This is where I came from. — The Ideal, James Fenton
'This morning, the American, Steve Fossett, ended his Round-The-World — Balloon Fight, Roger McGough
This morning the green fists of the peonies are getting ready — Peonies, Mary Oliver
This normative hill — The Hill, Nissim Ezekiel
This nothingness that feeds upon itself: — Covering Two Years, Weldon Kees
This present tragedy will eventually — Naming the Stars, Joyce Sutphen
This song is for anyone — The Way I Am, Eminem
This world lives — This world lives, Ilam Peruvaluti
Those long uneven lines — MCMXIV, Philip Larkin
Thou hast committed -- — Portrait of a Lady, T S Eliot
Thou shalt have one God only; who — The Latest Decalogue, Arthur Hugh Clough
Thou shalt no God but me adore: — Decalogue, Ambrose Bierce
Thou still unravish'd bride of quietness! — Ode on a Grecian Urn, John Keats
Though authors are a dreadful clan — I Missed His Book, But I Read His Name, John Updike
Though giant rains put out the sun, — The Deluge, G K Chesterton
Though, if you ask her name, she says Elise, — Barmaid, William Ernest Henley
Though my mother was already two years dead — Long Distance II, Tony Harrison
Though short her strain nor sung with mighty boast; — Erinna, Antipater of Sidon
Three hours ago he blundered up the trench, — The Working Party, Siegfried Sassoon
The three men coming down the winter hill — Winter Landscape, John Berryman
Three men I saw beside a bar, — The Smoking Frog, Robert Service
Three Rings for the Elven-kings under the sky, — Three Rings for the Elven Kings, J R R Tolkien
Three weeks gone and the combatants gone — Vergissmeinnicht, Keith Douglas
Through blue summer nights I will pass along paths, — Sensation, Arthur Rimbaud
Through long nursery nights he stood — A Child's Nightmare, Robert Graves
Through Rohan over fen and field where the long grass grows — Lament for Boromir, J R R Tolkien
Throughout the course of the generations — History of the Night, Jorge Luis Borges
Throw away your papers tonight — The Poetics of Desire, Rina Singh
Thus have I made up: — Buddha And The Goddess, Rick Fields
Thus spake his dust (so seemed it as I read — At Stratford-Upon-Avon, Thomas Bailey Aldrich
The tidal motion of refugees, not the flight of wild geese, — The Prodigal, 3.II, Derek Walcott
Tide be runnin' the great world over. — Sea Love, Charlotte Mew
A tiger comes to mind. The twilight here — The Other Tiger, Jorge Luis Borges
The tightness and the nilness round that space — From the Frontier of Writing, Seamus Heaney
the time i dropped your almost body down — the lost baby poem, Lucille Clifton
The time I've lost in wooing, — The Time I've Lost in Wooing, Thomas Moore
The time of year has grown indifferent. — The Man Whose Pharynx Was Bad, Wallace Stevens
Time was away and somewhere else, — Meeting Point, Louis MacNeice
Time will say nothing but I told you so, — Villanelle, W H Auden
Timid Frieda — Timid Frieda, Jacques Brel
Timur, I hear, took the trouble to conquer the earth. — I'm not saying anything against Alexander, Bertolt Brecht
To be a scarecrow — A Fine Thing, Rosemary Dobson
To draw no envy, SHAKESPEARE, on thy name, — To the Memory of My Beloved Master William Shakespeare, and What He Hath Left Us, Ben Jonson
To eastward ringing, to westward winging, o'er mapless miles of sea, — When The Great Gray Ships Come In, Guy Wetmore Carryl
To every season its proper act of joy, — Ode On the Death of Pius the Twelfth, A D Hope
To force the pace and never to be still — Poet, Lover, Birdwatcher, Nissim Ezekiel
To him who in the love of Nature holds — Thanatopsis, William Cullen Bryant
To M. H. — Middle-Age Enthusiasms, Thomas Hardy
To make love with a stranger is the best. — Unclaimed, Vikram Seth
To my granddaughters who visited the Holocaust Museum — Untitled, Wendell Berry
To our private taste, there is always something a little exotic, — The Flowers, Rudyard Kipling
To see a World in a Grain of Sand — Auguries of Innocence, William Blake
To sit in solemn silence in a dull, dark dock, — To Sit In Solemn Silence..., W S Gilbert
To the galleys, thief, and sweat your soul out — Thief, Robert Graves
To think to know the country and not know — A Hillside Thaw, Robert Frost
To welcome Hector to his death — All Day Permanent Red (extract), Christopher Logue
The toad beneath the harrow knows — Pagett, M.P., Rudyard Kipling
Tobacco is a dirty weed, — Tobacco is a Dirty Weed, Graham Lee Hemminger
Tobacco, Tobacco — Tobacco Is Like Love, Tobias Hume
Tobacco's but an Indian weed, — Tobacco's But an Indian Weed, Traditional
Today I am — Small Blue Thing, Suzanne Vega
Today, I have decided — Miss Charlotte Brown, Librarian, Goes Mad, Felix Jung
Today, like every other day, we wake up empty — Spring Giddiness, Jalaluddin Rumi
Toe upon toe, a snowing flesh, — Nude Descending a Staircase, X J Kennedy
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, — To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, William Shakespeare
To-night the very horses springing by — Winter Evening, Archibald Lampman
Too late, alas! the song — The Plea of the Simla Dancers, Rudyard Kipling
The trees are in their autumn beauty, — The Wild Swans at Coole, William Butler Yeats
Trees in the old days used to stand — Carentan O Carentan, Louis Simpson
The trees were soon hushed in the resonance — A Nostalgist's Map of America, Agha Shahid Ali
Trochee trips from long to short; — Metrical Feet -- A Lesson for a Boy, Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Troll sat alone on his seat of stone, — Troll sat alone on his seat of stone, J R R Tolkien
True love. Is it normal — True Love, Wislawa Szymborska
Truth-loving Persians do not dwell upon — The Persian Version, Robert Graves
"Turn out, boys!" -- "What's up with our super to-night? — From the Wreck, Adam Lindsay Gordon
Turning and turning in the widening gyre — The Second Coming, William Butler Yeats
The tusks which clashed in mighty brawls — On the Vanity of Earthly Greatness, Arthur Guiterman
'Twas battered and scarred, and the auctioneer — The Touch Of The Master's Hand, Myra Brooks Welch
'Twas brillig and the slithy toves — Jabberwocky, Lewis Carroll
'Twas down in Mississippi not so long ago, — The Death of Emmett Till, Bob Dylan
’Twas in the moon of wintertime, — The Huron Carol, St Jean de Brébeuf
'Twas in the prime of summer-time — The Dream of Eugene Aram, Thomas Hood
'Twas midnight in the schoolroom — The ABC, Spike Milligan
'Twas on a lofty vase's side, — On a Favourite Cat, Drowned in a Tub of Gold Fishes, Thomas Gray
'TWAS on the shores that round our coast — The Yarn of the "Nancy Bell", W S Gilbert
Twelve o'clock. — Rhapsody on a Windy Night, T S Eliot
Twice upon a time in the valley of the tears — Anyone for Tennis? (The Savage Seven Theme), Cream
Twine then the rays — Psycholophon, Gelett Burgess
Two caught on film who hurtle — September Twelfth, 2001, X J Kennedy
Two girls found dead. My sons go to the morgue. — Couplets, Thomas Lynch
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, — The Road Not Taken, Robert Frost
Two voices are there: one is of the deep; — A Sonnet, J K Stephen
'Twould ring the bells of heaven, — The Bells of Heaven, Ralph Hodgson
Tyger! Tyger! Burning bright, — The Tyger, William Blake

U

Unbiased at least he was when he arrived on his mission, — Partition, W H Auden
Under Grand Central's tattered vault — Broadway, Mark Doty
Under the wide and starry sky — Requiem, Robert Louis Stevenson
The unexpected interest made him flush. — Episode of Hands, Hart Crane
Uninvited, the thought of you stayed too late in my head, — You, Carol Ann Duffy
The unpurged images of day recede; — Byzantium, William Butler Yeats
Up on the city's roofs there are large fields. — Antenna-forest, Rolf Jacobsen
Up the airy mountain — The Fairies, William Allingham
Up! up! my Friend, and quit your books; — The Tables Turned, William Wordsworth
Upon this cake of ice is perched — The Puffin and Nuffin, Robert Williams Wood

V

V. What the Thunder Said — The Waste Land (Part V), T S Eliot
V.B. Wigglesworth wakes at noon, — V.B. Nimble, V.B. Quick, John Updike
Vigil strange I kept on the field one night; — Vigil Strange I Kept on the Field One Night, Walt Whitman
"Visit to W.C.W. circa 1957, poets Kerouac Corso Orlovsky on sofa in living — Death News, Allen Ginsberg
"Vixi duellis nuper idoneus — Naming of Parts, Henry Reed

W

Waiting for the end, boys, waiting for the end. — Just a Smack at Auden, William Empson
Wake: the silver dusk returning — Reveille, A E Housman
Walked with the traffic-stream over a high — What Did You Do On Your Weekend In Vancouver?, Mark Granier
Walking from school is a consummate art: — Summoned by Bells (excerpt), John Betjeman
Wall, no! I can't tell whar he lives, — Jim Bludso of the Prairie Belle, John Hay
A wandering minstrel I -- — A Wandering Minstrel I, W S Gilbert
War tales and heroes frame my song. — The Aeneid: I, 1-7, Virgil
The warping night-air having brought the boom — A Barred Owl, Richard Wilbur
Was it for this I uttered prayers, — Grown-up, Edna St Vincent Millay
Was this the face that launch'd a thousand ships, — The face that launch'd a thousand ships, Christopher Marlowe
Wash of cold river — Wash of Cold River, H D
Water in the millrace, through a sluice of stone, — Winter landscape, with rocks, Sylvia Plath
Water is heavy silver over stone. — What Any Lover Learns, Archibald MacLeish
Water's on the river rising — Big River, Zachary Richard
The wave, over the wave, a weird thing I saw, — Ice, Anonymous
The way to begin is always the same. Hello, — The Story We Know, Martha Collins
A wayward Chevy struck a tree — Fisher v. Lowe, Michigan Court of Appeals
We all were watching the quiz on television — A Singular Metamorphosis, Howard Nemerov
We are the music-makers, — Ode, Arthur O'Shaughnessy
We are they who come faster than fate: we are they who ride early or late: — War Song of the Saracens, James Elroy Flecker
We dance round in a ring and suppose, — The Secret Sits, Robert Frost
We dedicate, O Lord, this flame to The Valleys, — Psalm Of the Valleys, Alex Pascall
We fished up the Atlantic Cable one day between the Barbadoes and the — The Cable Ship, Harry Edmund Martinson
We had an apartment in the city, — Hello In There, John Prine
We had an island. — Ancestors, Adrian Mitchell
We have lost even this twilight. — Clenched Soul, Pablo Neruda
We heard they would jump from buildings — What We Heard About the Japanese, Rachel Rose
We here and that man, this man, — The Paradigm, Nammalwar
We may live without poetry, music and art; — Lucile: Part 1, Canto 2, Owen Meredith
We met the British in the dead of winter. — Meeting the British, Paul Muldoon
We real cool. We — We Real Cool, Gwendolyn Brooks
We seldom meet, when out to walk, — The Auk and the Orchid, Robert Williams Wood
We stood by a pond that winter day, — Neutral Tones, Thomas Hardy
We travel where ever mankind reigns — Untitled, Piet Hein
We used to pride ourselves — Scrabble, Louis McKee
We were crowded in the cabin, — Ballad of the Canal, Phoebe Cary
We were talking - about the space between us all — Within You Without You, George Harrison
We who were born — The Birthright, Eiluned Lewis
We, whose lungs fill with the sweetness of day, — Child of Europe, Czeslaw Milosz
The weak survive! — Song Against Natural Selection, Edward Hirsch
Wearily, drearily, — In Prison, William Morris
Wee, sleekit, cowrin', tim'rous beastie, — To a Mouse, on Turning Her Up in Her Nest, With The Plough, Robert Burns
Weep not for little Leonie, — Seduction, Harry Graham
Welcome to you — Ordinance on Arrival, Naomi Lazard
"We'll all be rooned," said Hanrahan, — Said Hanrahan, John O'Brien
well boss — mehitabel and her kittens, Don Marquis
Well I have and in fact — On Being Asked to Write a Poem Against the War in Vietnam, Hayden Carruth
Well I remember how you smiled — Well I Remember, Walter Savage Landor
well I wanted to braid my hair — The Talking Back of Miss Valentine Jones: Poem # one, June Jordan
Well, so that is that. Now we must dismantle the tree, — Christmas Oratio, W H Auden
Well up above the tropostrata — The Perils of Modern Living, Harold P Furth
We're coming we're coming. Our brave little band — Away With Rum, Theodore Bikel
Werther had a love for Charlotte — Sorrows of Werther, William Makepeace Thackeray
The western wind is blowing fair — Serenade, Oscar Wilde
What a drag it is getting old! — Mother's Little Helper, Mick Jagger and Keith Richards
What a sight for my eyes — Reasons For Waiting, Ian Anderson
What am I? Nosing here, turning leaves over — Wodwo, Ted Hughes
What are days for? — Days, Philip Larkin
What are we waiting for, assembled in the forum? — Waiting for the Barbarians, Constantine Cavafy
What are you doing here, Tom Thorne, on the white top-knot o' the world, — The Atavist, Robert Service
What can be said in New Year rhymes, — The Year, Ella Wheeler Wilcox
What can I say to you? How can I retract — Protocols, Vikram Seth
What could my mother be — What He Said, Cempulappeyanirar
What do I care, in the dreams and the languor of spring, — What Do I Care?, Sara Teasdale
What do they think has happened, the old fools, — The Old Fools, Philip Larkin
What good luck! — Untitled, Issa
What grieves me is not — Untitled, Fernando Pessoa
What happens to a dream deferred? — Dream Deferred, Langston Hughes
'What have you known of loss — Beyond the Ash Rains, Agha Shahid Ali
what if a much of a which of a wind — what if a much of a which of a wind, e e cummings
What is a woman that you forsake her, — Harp Song of the Dane Women, Rudyard Kipling
What is my name to you? 'T will die: — The Name, Alexander Pushkin
What is the charge, young god, what have I done — To Sleep, Statius
'What is the world, O soldiers? — Napoleon, Walter de la Mare
What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why, — Sonnet XLIII, Edna St Vincent Millay
What needs my Shakespear for his honour'd Bones, — On Shakespear, John Milton
What one approves, — What One Approves, Another Scorns, Arthur Guiterman
What painter has not with a careless smutch — Accident in Art, Richard Hovey
What regiment are you from — Brothers, Giuseppe Ungaretti
What scares them most is — Untitled, Anise
What the heart of the young man said to the psalmist — A Psalm of Life, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
What though the radiance — Splendour in the Grass, William Wordsworth
What thoughts I have of you tonight, Walt Whitman, for I walked down the — A Supermarket in California, Allen Ginsberg
What was he doing, the great god Pan, — A Musical Instrument, Elizabeth Barrett Browning
What's the railroad to me? — What's the Railroad to Me?, Henry David Thoreau
When — Sir Beelzebub, Edith Sitwell
When all the women in the transport — Pigtail, Tadeusz Ròzewicz
When awful darkness and silence reign — The Dong with a Luminous Nose, Edward Lear
When cares attack and life seems black, — Good Gnus, P G Wodehouse
When death comes — When Death Comes, Mary Oliver
When first we faced, and touching showed — When First We Faced, Philip Larkin
When fishes flew and forests walked — The Donkey, G K Chesterton
When God at first made man, — The Pulley, George Herbert
When I am an old woman I shall wear purple — Warning, Jenny Joseph
When I am dead, my dearest, — Song, Christina Rossetti
When I consider how my light is spent — On His Blindness, John Milton
When I crept over the hill, broken with tears, — The Comforters, Dora Sigerson Shorter
When I have ceased to break my wings — Wisdom, Sara Teasdale
When I have fears that I may cease to be — When I have Fears that I may Cease to Be, John Keats
When I heard the learn'd astronomer; — When I heard the Learn'd Astronomer, Walt Whitman
When I see birches bend to left and right — Birches, Robert Frost
When I was a connoisseuse of slugs — The Connoisseuse of Slugs, Sharon Olds
When I was a King and a Mason -- a Master proven and skilled -- — The Palace, Rudyard Kipling
When I was but thirteen or so — Romance, W J Turner
When I was fair and young, and favour graced me, — When I was fair and young, and favour graced me, Queen Elizabeth I
"When I was just as far as I could walk — The Telephone, Robert Frost
When I was One, — The End, A A Milne
When I was one-and-twenty — When I Was One-and-Twenty, A E Housman
When I was three, I had a friend — When I Was Three, Richard Edwards
When I was young and ignorant I loved a Miss McDougall, — When I was Young and Ignorant, Patrick Barrington
When I was young and wanted to see the sights, — On His Queerness, Christopher Isherwood
When I was younger, younger than before — A Place To Be, Nick Drake
When I went to your town on the wide open shore, — The Ocean, Dar Williams
When icicles hang by the wall — Winter, William Shakespeare
When in disgrace with Fortune and men's eyes, — When in Disgrace with Fortune and Men's Eyes (Sonnet XXIX), William Shakespeare
When Joseph was an old man, an old man was he, — The Cherry Tree Carol, Traditional
When storm-clouds rumble in the sky and — The Flower-School, Rabindranath Tagore
When that I was and a little tiny boy — When that I was and a little tiny boy, William Shakespeare
When the 'arf-made recruity goes out to the East — The Young British Soldier, Rudyard Kipling
When the flush of a new-born sun fell first on Eden's green and gold, — The Conundrum of the Workshops, Rudyard Kipling
When the heart — Untitled, Michael Leunig
When the little devil, panic, — Of You, Norman MacCaig
When the spent sun throws up its rays on cloud — Acceptance, Robert Frost
When the tea is brought at five o'clock, — Milk for the Cat, Harold Monro
When the troopship was pitching round the Cape — The Unspoken, Edwin Morgan
When the white flame in us is gone, — Dust, Rupert Brooke
When they had won the war — The Inner Part, Louis Simpson
When things go wrong and will not come right, — The Workman's Friend, Flann O'Brien
When we climbed the slopes of the cutting — The Railway Children, Seamus Heaney
When we on simple rations sup — Washing the Dishes, Christopher Morley
When you are old and grey and full of sleep, — When You Are Old, William Butler Yeats
When you come, as you soon must, to the streets of our city, — Advice to a Prophet, Richard Wilbur
When you have wearied of the valiant spires of this County Town, — Oxford Canal, James Elroy Flecker
When you were a tadpole and I was a fish — Evolution, Langdon Smith
When you wrote your letter it was April, — Response, Mary Ursula Bethell
Whenas in silks my Julia goes — Upon Julia's Clothes, Robert Herrick
Whenever Auntie moves around, — Auntie's Skirts, Robert Louis Stevenson
Whenever Richard Cory went down town, — Richard Cory, Edwin Arlington Robinson
Whenever you're called on to make up your mind, — A Psychological Tip, Piet Hein
Where are they now, the heroes of furry-paged books and comics — Nostalgia - Now Threepence Off, Adrian Mitchell
Where hast thou floated, in what seas pursu'd — To The Immortal Memory of the Halibut, On Which I Dined This Day, Monday, April 26, 1784, William Cowper
Where now the horse and the rider? Where is the horn that was blowing? — Lament for Eorl the Young, J R R Tolkien
Where the bee sucks, there suck I; — Where the bee sucks, William Shakespeare
Where the mind is without fear and the head is held high; — Where The Mind is Without Fear, Rabindranath Tagore
Where the quiet-coloured end of evening smiles, — Love among the Ruins, Robert Browning
Where's Madge then, — Where's Madge then,, e e cummings
While joy gave clouds the light of stars, — The Villain, W H Davies
While my hair was still cut straight across my forehead — The River-Merchant's Wife: A Letter, Ezra Pound
While this America settles in the mould of its vulgarity, heavily thickening — Shine, Perishing Republic, Robinson Jeffers
Whilst making love a necklace broke. — Mathematical Problem, Bhaskaracharya
Whirl up, sea -- — Oread, H D
A white combustion rules these fields, — Spring Song, Meirionydd, John Dressel
White founts falling in the Courts of the sun, — Lepanto, G K Chesterton
White in the moon the long road lies, — A Shropshire Lad, XXXVI, A E Housman
Who are you, reader, reading my poems an hundred years hence? — The Gardener (LXXXV), Rabindranath Tagore
Who built the seven gates of Thebes? — A Worker Reads History, Bertolt Brecht
Who dreamed that beauty passes like a dream? — The Rose of the World, William Butler Yeats
Who first seduced them to that foul revolt? — Paradise Lost (excerpt), John Milton
Who hath desired the Sea? -- the sight of salt water unbounded -- — The Sea and the Hills, Rudyard Kipling
Who is in charge of the clattering train? — Who is in Charge of the Clattering Train?, Anonymous
Who made me the genius I am today, — Lobachevsky, Tom Lehrer
Who, or why, or which, or what, Is the Akond of SWAT? — The Akond of Swat, Edward Lear
Who rides there so late through the night dark and drear? — The Erl-King, Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Who says the Nation's purse is lean, — H.M.S. Foudroyant, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
Who will remember, passing through this Gate, — On Passing the New Menin Gate, Siegfried Sassoon
Who would true valour see, — The Pilgrim, John Bunyan
The whole idea of it makes me feel — On Turning Ten, Billy Collins
Whose woods these are I think I know, — Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening, Robert Frost
Whoso list to hunt, I know where is an hind, — Whoso list to hunt, I know where is an hind, Thomas Wyatt
Why? — from The Estranging Sea, Derek Walcott
Why, asks a friend, attempt tetrameter? — Why, Asks a Friend, Attempt Tetrameter? (Golden Gate 5.4), Vikram Seth
Why did I laugh tonight? No voice will tell — Why did I laugh tonight? No voice will tell, John Keats
Why does the sea moan evermore? — By The Sea, Christina Rossetti
'Why does your brand sae drop wi' blude, — Edward, Edward, Anonymous
Why mar what has grown up between the cracks — Why marry at all?, Marge Piercy
Why should a foolish marriage vow, — Marriage a la mode, John Dryden
Why should I blame her that she filled my days — No Second Troy, William Butler Yeats
Why should I let the toad work — Toads, Philip Larkin
Why so pale and wan, fond lover? — Why so Pale and Wan?, John Suckling
Wi' a hundred pipers, an' a', an' a', — 100 Pipers, Trad
The widest prairies have electric fences, — Wires, Philip Larkin
The wild and windy morning is lit with lurid fire; — Tyre, Bayard Taylor
"Will you walk a little faster?" said a whiting to a snail. — The Lobster Quadrille, Lewis Carroll
Willie Willie Harry Stee — English Monarchs, Anonymous
Wilson and Pilcer and Snack stood before the zoo elephant. — Elephants Are Different to Different People, Carl Sandburg
Wind piercing, hill bare, hard to find shelter; — Winter, Anonymous
The wind was a torrent of darkness upon the gusty trees, — The Highwayman, Alfred Noyes
Windows is shutting down, and grammar are — Windows is Shutting Down, Clive James
A windy night was blowing on Rome, — The Rider at the Gate, John Masefield
Wine comes in at the mouth — A Drinking Song, William Butler Yeats
Winter and summer, whatever the weather, — The Floor and the Ceiling, William Jay Smith
The winter river; — Haiku, Yosa Buson
The winter's evening settles down — Preludes, T S Eliot
With blackest moss the flower-plots — Mariana in the Moated Grange, Alfred, Lord Tennyson
With proud thanksgiving, a mother for her children, — For The Fallen, Laurence Binyon
With slower pen men used to write, — On The Hurry Of This Time, Henry Austin Dobson
With this ambiguous earth — Christ in the Universe, Alice Meynell
With you a part of me hath passed away; — Sonnet II, from "To W.P.", George Santayana
Withal a meagre man was Aaron Stark, -- — Aaron Stark, Edwin Arlington Robinson
Woke me retching and alone. — Tell Her That I Fell, Leo Connellan
a wolf met a spring — aesop revised by archy, Don Marquis
A woman crossing the square slips in the mud — An Old Sicilian Song, Dario Fo
A woman I have never seen before — Transit, Richard Wilbur
A woman well set free! How free I am, — A Woman Well Set Free! How Free I Am, Sumangalamata
Woman's faith, and woman's trust - — The Truth of Woman, Sir Walter Scott
The wombat lives across the seas, — The Wombat, Ogden Nash
The woods decay, the woods decay and fall, — Tithonus, Alfred, Lord Tennyson
The word goes round Repins, the murmur goes round Lorenzinis, — An Absolutely Ordinary Rainbow, Les Murray
Words shouting, singing, smiling, frowning--- — With a Book, Ambrose Bierce
A workman climbed a lofty tower, — Sky Line, Prescott Hoard
The world below the brine, — The World Below the Brine, Walt Whitman
The world but seems to be — The World But Seems To Be, Fakhruddin 'Iraqi
The world has held great Heroes, — Mr Toad, Kenneth Grahame
The world in gloom and splendour passes by, — To a Millionaire, Archibald Lampman
The world is charged with the grandeur of God. — God's Grandeur, Gerard Manley Hopkins
The World is too much with us; late and soon, — The World is Too Much With Us, William Wordsworth
The world was young, the mountains green, — The World was Young, the Mountains Green, J R R Tolkien
The worm drives helically through the wood — Against Entropy, John M Ford
"Worse than the sunflower," she had said. — The Ecclesiast, John Ashbery
Write as you will — Young Poets, Nicanor Parra

Y

Y o U — A Love Poem, Sivakami Velliangiri
yasya asti vittam, 1 — Untitled, Bhartrihari
'Ye have robb'd,' said he, 'ye have slaughter'd and made an end, — He Fell Among Thieves, Sir Henry Newbolt
Yea, art thou lord, O Man, since Tubal Cain — The Song of Steel, Charles Buxton Going
Yea, the coneys are scared by the thud of hoofs, — The Dynasts, Thomas Hardy
A year or two, and grey Euripides, — Baccalaureate, Archibald MacLeish
The year's at the spring, — Song, from Pippa Passes, Robert Browning
Years later we'll remember the bathtub — Love in a Bathtub, Sujata Bhatt
The years pass like summer's southern rain, — By Heart, John Thomas
Yes, I remember Adlestrop -- — Adlestrop, Edward Thomas
Yes, this is where I stood that day, — Ballad of Hector in Hades, Edwin Muir
Yes, yes, the dentist talks a lot — The Dentist, A P Herbert
Yet here, Laertes! Aboard, aboard for shame! — To Thine Own Self Be True, William Shakespeare
Yet like grandfather — Extended Family, A K Ramanujan
Yonder see the morning blink: — Last Poems: XI, A E Housman
You always read about it: — Cinderella, Anne Sexton
You are going to ask: and where are the lilacs? — I'm Explaining a Few Things, Pablo Neruda
You are like the stem — Generations, Amy Lowell
"You are old, father William," the young man said, — You are old, Father William, Lewis Carroll
You are the bread and the knife, — Litany, Billy Collins
You are the future, — The Book of Pilgrimage, II, 22, Rainer Maria Rilke
You are the town and we are the clock. — The Two, W H Auden
You ask for a poem. — A blade of grass, Brian Patten
You ask how I spend my time-- — To Tu Fu from Shantung, Li Po
You ask me about that country whose details now escape me, — Let Me Think, Faiz Ahmed Faiz
You cannot put a fire out; — You cannot put a fire out, Emily Dickinson
You can't see fairies unless you're good. — Fairies, Marchette Gaylord Chute
You do not do, you do not do — Daddy, Sylvia Plath
You do not have to be good. — Wild Geese, Mary Oliver
You feel adequate to the demands of this position? — You Will Be Hearing From Us Shortly, U A Fanthorpe
You have a natural tendency — The Bravery Of Being Out Of Range, Roger Waters
You have not danced so badly, my dear, — My Sweet, Crushed Angel, Hafiz
You know I am no archeologist, Tamar, — Consolation for Tamar, A E Stallings
You know it takes — Peace of Mind, Neil Young
You know, my Friends, how long since in my House — You know, my Friends, how Long since in my House, Omar Khayyam
You know, we French stormed Ratisbon: — Incident of the French Camp, Robert Browning
You make it in your mess-tin by the brazier's rosy gleam; — A Pot Of Tea, Robert Service
You may talk o' gin and beer — Gunga Din, Rudyard Kipling
"You must choose between me and your cigar." — The Betrothed, Rudyard Kipling
You mysterious jongleur, abstracted, absorbed, you slowly pace the street. — Juggler, Magician, Fool - A Pantoum, Peter Schaeffer
You puff the poets of other days, — Epigram, Martial
You say they were slow to learn. The brains of owls — For the Man Who Taught Tricks to Owls, David Wagoner
You tell me that silence — Gift, Leonard Cohen
You voluble, — Bees, Norman Rowland Gale
You walk out on the high wire — Love Over Gold, Mark Knopfler
You walk unaware — To Maeve, Mervyn Peake
You who demolish me, you whom I love, — Be Near Me, Faiz Ahmed Faiz
You whose name is aggressor and devourer. — You Whose Name, Czeslaw Milosz
You will not be able to stay home, brother. — The Revolution Will Not Be Televised, Gil Scott-Heron
You'd better stop dreaming of the quiet life — Town Called Malice, Paul Weller
You'll be greeted — Coffee In Heaven, John Agard
Young are our dead — The Soldiers at Lauro, Spike Milligan
The young girl stood beside me. I — The Orange Tree, John Shaw Neilson
A young man, twenty eight years old, on a vessel from Tenos, — In Harbor, Constantine Cavafy
A young spring-tender girl — Mirror, Mirror, Spike Milligan
Your absence has gone through me — Separation, W S Merwin
Your clear eye is the one absolutely beautiful thing. — Child, Sylvia Plath
Your hair is winter fire, — Untitled, Stephen King
Your hands lie open in the long fresh grass,- — Silent Noon (Sonnet XIX), Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Your hands, my dear, adorable, — The Chilterns, Rupert Brooke
You're a brave man they tell me. — Talk, Yevgeny Yevtushenko
You're crazy. You fall down, stand up and walk again, — Forced March, Miklos Radnoti
You're the top! — You're the Top, Cole Porter

Z

Zembla, Zenda, Xanadu: — Dedication, Salman Rushdie