There are 162 Poems that have a first line beginning with "c"

Come away, come away, death,
"Come Away, Come Away, Death"
By William Shakespeare

CV
from Mozart’s Third Brain
By Göran Sonnevi

Can life be a blessing,
from Troilus and Cressida
By John Dryden

Corinna, pride of Drury-Lane
A Beautiful Young Nymph Going to Bed
By Jonathan Swift

Careful observers may foretell the hour
A Description of a City Shower
By Jonathan Swift

Courage, my Soul, now learn to wield
A Dialogue, between the Resolved Soul and Created Pleasure
By Andrew Marvell

Cruelty has a human heart
A Divine Image
By William Blake

Childhood? Which childhood?
A Hymn to Childhood
By Li-Young Lee

Children picking up our bones
A Postcard from the Volcano
By Wallace Stevens

Comes the time when it’s later
A Wicker Basket
By Robert Creeley

Cold nights outside the taverns in Wyoming
Accountability
By William E. Stafford

Could our first father, at his toilsome plow,
Adam Posed
By Anne Finch, Countess of Winchilsea

Can we not force from widow'd poetry,
An Elegy upon the Death of the Dean of St. Paul's, Dr. John Donne
By Thomas Carew

Come Sleep! O Sleep, the certain knot of peace,
Astrophel and Stella XXXIX
By Philip Sidney

Composed in the Tower before his execution
“More Light! More Light!”
By Anthony Hecht

Can these movements which move themselves
Belly Dancer
By Diane Wakoski

Composed in a shine of laughing, Monique brings in sacks
Between
By Marie Ponsot

Crude seeing’s all our joy: could we discern
Blind Joy
By John Frederick Nims

Clean the spittoons, boy.
Brass Spittoons
By Langston Hughes

Crashing
Cadillac Moon
By Kevin Young

Calm was the even, and clear was the sky,
Calm was the even, and clear was the sky
By John Dryden

Calmly we walk through this April’s day,
Calmly We Walk through This April’s Day
By Delmore Schwartz

Captain Carpenter rose up in his prime
Captain Carpenter
By John Crowe Ransom

Care for thy soul as thing of greatest price,
Care for Thy Soul as Thing of Greatest Price
By William Byrd

Carpenters whose wives have run off
Carpentry
By Carl Dennis

Children under, say, ten, shouldn't know
Cartoon Physics, part 1
By Nick Flynn

CYCLOP FACE of Chicago with the long
Chicago
By Paul Engle

Chicago is an overgrown woman
Chicago’s Congo
By Frank Marshall Davis

Child of a day, thou knowest not
Child of a Day
By Walter Savage Landor

Christmas trees lined like war refugees,
Christmas Tree Lots
By Chris Green

Corpses push up through thawing permafrost,
Chrysalis
By Arthur Sze

Can we believe—by an effort
Cities
By H. D.

Come my little Robert near—
Cleanliness
By Charles Lamb

Clear night, thumb-top of a moon, a back-lit sky.
Clear Night
By Charles Wright

Cleon the poet (from the sprinkled isles,
Cleon
By Robert Browning

Come into animal presence.
Come into Animal Presence
By Denise Levertov

Come slowly – Eden!
Come slowly – Eden! (205)
By Emily Dickinson

Come up from the fields father, here’s a letter from our Pete,
Come Up from the Fields Father
By Walt Whitman

Come with me into those things that have felt this despair for so long—
Come with Me
By Robert Bly

constant change figures
from constant change figures
By Lyn Hejinian

Constantly risking absurdity
Constantly Risking Absurdity (#15)
By Lawrence Ferlinghetti

Christ God who savest man, save most
Count Gismond—Aix in Provence
By Robert Browning

Cyriack, whose grandsire on the royal bench
Cyriack, Whose Grandsire
By John Milton

Care-charmer Sleep, son of the sable Night,
Delia XLIX
By Samuel Daniel

Crouched before dismantled guns,
Digging in a Footlocker
By Walter McDonald

Could not once blinding me, cruel, suffice?
Divine Epigrams: Samson to his Delilah
By Richard Crashaw

Conchita debemos to speak totalmente in English
Doña Josefina Counsels Doña Concepción Before Entering Sears
By Maurice Kilwein Guevara

Cold eyelids that hide like a jewel
Dolores (Notre-Dame des Sept Douleurs)
By Algernon Charles Swinburne

Could you come back to me, Douglas, Douglas,
Douglas, Douglas, Tender and True
By Dinah Maria Craik

Come to me in the silence of the night;
Echo
By Christina Rossetti

Coming home with the last load I ride standing
Emergency Haying
By Hayden Carruth

Close to the gates of Paradise I flee;
Eve
By Ella Higginson

Coyote scruff in canyons off Mulholland Drive. Fragrance of sage and rosemary, now it’s spring. At night the mockingbirds ring their warnings of cats coming across the neighborhoods. Like castanets in the palms of a dancer, the palm trees clack. The HOLLYWOOD sign has a white skin of fog across it where erotic canyons hump, moisten, slide, dry up, swell, and shift. They appear impatient—to make such powerful contact with pleasure that they will toss back the entire cover of earth. She walks for days around brown trails, threading sometimes under the low branches of bay and acacia. Bitter flowers will catch her eye: pink and thin honeysuckle, or mock orange. They coat the branches like lace in the back of a mystical store. Other deviant men and women live at the base of these canyons, closer to the city however. Her mouth is often dry, her chest tight, but she is filled to the brim with excess idolatry. It was like a flat mouse—the whole of Los Angeles she could hold in the circle formed by her thumb and forefinger. Tires were planted to stop the flow of mud at her feet. But she could see all the way to Long Beach through a tunnel made in her fist. Her quest for the perfect place was only a symptom of the same infection that was out there, a mild one, but a symptom nonetheless.
Everything’s a Fake
By Fanny Howe

Crow school
Felix Crow
By Kay Ryan

Cold air comes down like a dome
Field Burning: A Full Moon
By Robert Wrigley

Compose for Red a proper verse;
For Malcolm, A Year After
By Etheridge Knight

Come, I will make the continent indissoluble,
For You O Democracy
By Walt Whitman

Come, come thou bleak December wind,
Fragment 3: Come, come thou bleak December wind
By Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Cold wind comes out of the white hills
From This Height
By Tony Hoagland

Cylinder sacks of water filling the oceans,
Genesis
By Ruth Stone

Come see the woodpile behind the cannery.
Hands Are Wood
By Seth Abramson

Cold for so long, unable to speak,
Ice Child
By John Haines

California night. The Devil’s wind,
In Chandler Country
By Dana Gioia

Calm is the morn without a sound,
In Memoriam A. H. H. OBIIT MDCCCXXXIII: 11
By Alfred, Lord Tennyson

Contemplate all this work of Time,
In Memoriam A. H. H. OBIIT MDCCCXXXIII: 118
By Alfred, Lord Tennyson

Colorado turns Kyoto in a shower,
In the Mushroom Summer
By David Mason

Come when the nights are bright with stars
Invitation to Love
By Paul Laurence Dunbar

Compassionate eyes had our brave John Brown,
John Brown: A Paradox
By Louise Imogen Guiney

Content that now the bleeding bone be swept
Lioness Asleep
By Babette Deutsch

Comrades, leave me here a little, while as yet 't is early morn:
Locksley Hall
By Alfred, Lord Tennyson

Called out of dream by the pitch and screech,
Moonlight: Chickens On The Road
By Robert Wrigley

Christ, whose glory fills the skies,
Morning Hymn
By Charles Wesley

Come, O come, my life’s delight,
My Life’s Delight
By Thomas Campion

Children, when was
Napoleon
By Miroslav Holub

Comes sarcastic November in mummy garb, hauling,
Narcolepsy
By Ann Lauterbach

Come to your heaven, you heavenly choirs,
New Heaven, New War
By Robert Southwell, SJ

Celebrated, the moustache,
Nietzche’s Hands
By Christopher Middleton

childhood remembrances are always a drag
Nikki-Rosa
By Nikki Giovanni

Cities burn behind us; the lake glitters.
Nostalgia of the Lakefronts
By Donald Justice

Condemned to Hope’s delusive mine,
On the Death of Dr. Robert Levet
By Samuel Johnson

Child! do not throw this book about!
On the Gift of a Book to a Child
By Hilaire Belloc

Child
One With The Sun
By A. F. Moritz

Cancer loves the long bone,
Osteosarcoma: A Love Poem
By Yvonne Zipter

Come and let us live my Deare,
Out of Catullus
By Richard Crashaw

Clinches in the storeroom
Passionata
By Lynn Crosbie

Christ bore what suffering he could and died
Pity
By Camille T. Dungy

Child, how happy you are sitting in the dust, playing with a broken twig all the morning.
Playthings
By Rabindranath Tagore

Crowned with a feathered helmet,
Pride
By Yusef Komunyakaa

CALM was the day, and through the trembling air
Prothalamion
By Edmund Spenser

Clouds spout upon her
Rain on a Grave
By Thomas Hardy

Coming together
Recreation
By Audre Lorde

Cold in the earth—and the deep snow piled above thee,
Remembrance
By Emily Jane Brontë

Cats walk the floor at midnight; that enemy of fog,
Retroduction to American History
By Allen Tate

Call me the bee buzzing in the museum.
Roadblock
By Rachel Hadas

Curtains drawn back, the door ajar.
Robinson at Home
By Weldon Kees

Coldly, sadly descends
Rugby Chapel
By Matthew Arnold

Chide me not, darling, that I sing
Service
By Trumbull Stickney

Come, the wind may never again
from Silent is the House
By Emily Jane Brontë

Cervantes was asleep when he wrote Don Quixote.
Sleepers Awake
By John Ashbery

came in a pink,
Slicker
By David Trinidad

Can you imagine the air filled with smoke? It was. The city was vanishing before noon or was it earlier than that? I can't say because the light came from nowhere and went nowhere.
Smoke
By Philip Levine

Clouds thin into form: a hawk
Snakeskin
By Liz Beasely

Carnival morning they
Song of the Andoumboulou: 55
By Nathaniel Mackey

Come, my Celia, let us prove,
Song: To Celia
By Ben Jonson

Cover me with your everlasting arms,
Sonnet
By Frances Anne Kemble

Cherry-lipt Adonis in his snowie shape,
Sonnet 17
By Richard Barnfield

Cromwell, our chief of men, who through a cloud
Sonnet XVI: To the Lord General Cromwell
By John Milton

Cyriack, this three years' day these eyes, though clear
Sonnet XXII: To Cyriack Skinner
By John Milton

Canvas houses vent the cat-like peacock’s shrill. All
Steamy Meditation
By Jane Miller

Come we to the summer, to the summer we will come,
Summer
By John Clare

Certainly are nice
to want to give me that dog.
I raise peacocks—
Taking the Thought for the Dog
By Katharine Auchincloss Lorr

Catullus is my master and I mix
Technical Notes
By James Laughlin

child,
Testament
By Carolyn M. Rodgers

Cloud-puffball, torn tufts, tossed pillows | flaunt forth, then chevy on an air-
That Nature is a Heraclitean Fire and of the comfort of the Resurrrection
By Gerard Manley Hopkins

Convulsions came; and, where the field
The Apparition
By Herman Melville

Come live with me, and be my love,
The Bait
By John Donne

Crossing the street,
The Broken Home
By James Merrill

Class is over, the teacher
The Dancer
By David Tucker

Call the roller of big cigars,
The Emperor of Ice-Cream
By Wallace Stevens

Cigarettes in my mouth
The End of an Ethnic Dream
By Jay Wright

Come October, it’s the lake not the border
from The Fatalist: Come October, it's the lake not the border
By Lyn Hejinian

Come with me then, my son;
The Father
By Ronald Ross

Come, dear children, let us away;
The Forsaken Merman
By Matthew Arnold

Clora, come view my soul, and tell
The Gallery
By Andrew Marvell

came in an envelope with no return address;
The Girl with Bees in Her Hair
By Eleanor Wilner

Colin, why this mistake?
The Indifferent Shepherdess to Colin
By Ann Yearsley

Confess: it’s my profession
The Loneliness of the Military Historian
By Margaret Atwood

Coming out of India with ten thousand a year
The Nabob
By Kenneth Slessor

Come live with me and be my love,
The Passionate Shepherd to His Love
By Christopher Marlowe

Cold, wet leaves
The Pond
By Amy Lowell

Come down, O maid, from yonder mountain height:
The Princess: Come down, O Maid
By Alfred, Lord Tennyson

Close by those meads, for ever crown'd with flow'rs,
The Rape of the Lock: Canto 3
By Alexander Pope

Cold blew the freezing northern blast,
The Redbreast
By Charlotte Richardson

Carried her unprotesting out the door.
the rites for Cousin Vit
By Gwendolyn Brooks

Coming east we left the animals
The River at Wolf
By Jean Valentine

Cold may lie the day,
The Singing Place
By Lily A. Long

Cabbages, beans and bell peppers vie
The Veggie Life
By Michael Steffen

Card in pew pocket
The Way
By Rae Armantrout

Cupid as he lay among
The Wounded Cupid. Song
By Anacreon

Coleridge received the Person from Porlock
Thoughts about the Person from Porlock
By Stevie Smith

Child, with many a childish wile,
To Cupid
By Joanna Baillie

Can I not sin, but thou wilt be
To his Conscience
By Robert Herrick

Come, Madam, come, all rest my powers defy,
To His Mistress Going to Bed
By John Donne

Cromwell, our chief of men, who through a cloud,
To the Lord General Cromwell
By John Milton

Child of distress, who meet’st the bitter scorn
To the Poor
By Anna Lætitia Barbauld

Can't tell your oh from your ah? Go, go or else
Tone Deficit
By Kevin McFadden

Child, the current of your breath is six days long.
Unknown Girl in the Maternity Ward
By Anne Sexton

Cherry plums suck a week’s soak,
Valentine
By Lorna Dee Cervantes

Custom, whose laws we all allow,
Valentine To RR Written Extempore Feb. 14 1802
By Charlotte Richardson

Come, Holy Spirit,
Veni Creator
By Czeslaw Milosz

Creator Spirit, by whose aid
Veni, Creator Spiritus
By John Dryden

Comet of stillness princess of what is over
Vixen
By W. S. Merwin

Come my Celia, let us prove,
Volpone: Come my Celia, let us prove
By Ben Jonson

Contending against a restless shower-head,
Washing My Hair
By Anne Stevenson

Church steeple through gray mist.
Weather
By Clarence Major

Coleridge carefully wrote down a whole page
Wildflowers
By Reginald Gibbons

chains of the willow, desolate weft
Winter Journal: Gold Rivulet Weave, Gauded
By Emily Wilson

clouds in rafts above, upon one another, pushed up along
Winter Journal: Scratchings among the Burnings
By Emily Wilson

Concerning your letter in which you ask
With Mercy for the Greedy
By Anne Sexton

Clownlike, happiest on your hands,
You’re
By Sylvia Plath

Come, little infant, love me now,
Young Love
By Andrew Marvell

COMUS
Your Hay it is Mow'd, and Your Corn is Reaped
By John Dryden