There are 134 Poems that have a first line beginning with "d"

Dear, if you change, I’ll never choose again;
"Dear, if you change, I'll never choose again"
By John Dowland

Doing, a filthy pleasure is, and short;
"Doing, a filthy pleasure is, and short"
By Gaius Petronius

Do not embrace your mind’s new negro friend
“Do Not Embrace Your Mind’s New Negro Friend”
By William Meredith

Dear! of all happy in the hour, most blest
1914 II. Safety
By Rupert Brooke

Dressed as a Moor in curtain and towel and plastered in rice powder
28
By Jane Miller

Death by over-seasoning: Herbicide
There’s only one natural death,
and even that’s Bedcide
For the post-mortem amusement of Richard Brautigan
By Edward Dorn

don’t ever get the idea I am a poet; you can see me
a 340 dollar horse and a hundred dollar whore
By Charles Bukowski

Do you blame me that I loved him?
A Double Standard
By Frances Ellen Watkins Harper

Dawn comes later and later now,
A Letter in October
By Ted Kooser

Dear Miss,
A Love Letter
By Russell Edson

D: The Dreadful Dinotherium he
from A Moral Alphabet
By Hilaire Belloc

Don’t tell me the cat ate your math sheet,
A Teacher’s Lament
By Kalli Dakos

Deep St. Mary’s bell had sounded,
A Vision of a Wrangler, of a University, of Pedantry, and of Philosophy
By James Clerk Maxwell

Delight of Human kind, and Gods above;
Address to Venus
By Lucretius

Dawn on the black hill, and up on the roof
Affairs
By Cesare Pavese

Drunkards don’t know how to speak to a woman,
Ancient Discipline
By Cesare Pavese

Davies thought life was long;
And You?
By R. S. Thomas

Desire, though thou my old companion art,
Astrophel and Stella LXXII
By Philip Sidney

Do you know what’s the unluckiest thing
Awe of Everything
By Dara Wier

Didn’t Sappho say her guts clutched up like this?
“Didn’t Sappho say her guts clutched up like this?”
By Marilyn Hacker

Darkened by time, the masters, like our memories, mix
Black Zodiac
By Charles Wright

Did they enjoy this, those honorary ancestors
Color in American History: An Essay
By Tom Disch

Diluvian, draggled and derelict posse, this
Conches on Christmas
By Mike Chasar

Down in the blue-green water
Confession
By Reginald Gibbons

Darwin.
Consolation
By Wisława Szymborska

Daughters of Time, the hypocritic Days,
Days
By Ralph Waldo Emerson

Dare a mighty row in Zion an’ de debbil’s gittin’ high,
De Linin’ ub De Hymns
By Daniel Webster Davis

Dead love, by treason slain, lies stark,
Dead Love
By Algernon Charles Swinburne

Dear Doctor, I have read your play,
Dear Doctor, I have Read your Play
By Lord Byron (George Gordon)

Death, thou wast once an uncouth hideous thing,
Death
By George Herbert

Death found strange beauty on that cherub brow,
Death of an Infant
By Lydia Huntley Sigourney

Death, in a bull's pelt,
Death, in a bull's pelt
By Miguel Hernández

Deep in our refrigerator,
Deep in Our Refrigerator
By Jack Prelutsky

Deeply morbid deeply morbid was the girl who typed the letters
Deeply Morbid
By Stevie Smith

Deola passes her mornings sitting in a cafe,
Deola Thinking
By Cesare Pavese

Dilly Dilly Piccalilli
Dilly Dilly Piccalilli
By Clyde Watson

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Do Not Go Gentle into That Good Night
By Dylan Thomas

Do not make things too easy.
Do Not Make Things Too Easy
By Martha Baird

Do not despair of man, and do not scold him,
Do Not!
By Stevie Smith

Dogs are Shakespearean, children are strangers.
Dogs Are Shakespearean, Children Are Strangers
By Delmore Schwartz

Don't worry if your job is small,
Don't Worry if Your Job Is Small
By Anonymous

Don’t let that horse
Don’t Let That Horse ...
By Lawrence Ferlinghetti

Done is a battle on the dragon black,
Done is a Battle
By William Dunbar

Down by the salley gardens
Down By the Salley Gardens
By William Butler Yeats

Down, wanton, down! Have you no shame
Down, Wanton, Down!
By Robert Herrick

Duncan Gray came here to woo,
Duncan Gray
By Robert Burns

Dear lost sharer
Eyes Only
By Linda Pastan

Dear Friend, “Called away” from my country,
Fabergé's Egg
By Elizabeth Spires

Dim vales—and shadowy floods—
Fairy-Land
By Edgar Allan Poe

Doomed beauties, my companions, my familiars,
Fleshly Answers
By Rachel Hadas

Down the path between the apples
Flow
By Jonathan Galassi

Down milk-bright colonnades
Flying Home
By Rachel Hadas

Do not try to take it from my child’s grave, nor
Goofer-Dust
By Thomas Lux

Dead before I came into this world, grandfather,
Grandfather
By Andrei Guruianu

De Camptown ladies sing dis song—Doo-dah! doo-dah!
Gwine to Run All Night, or De Camptown Races
By Stephen C. Foster

dis suit of clothes jus as empty
hole
By Quraysh Ali Lansana

Death, be not proud, though some have called thee
Holy Sonnets: Death, be not proud
By John Donne

Downtown anywhere and between the roil
Homo Will Not Inherit
By Mark Doty

Do I slowly empty
Hour-glass
By Marin Sorescu

Dora’s gone to Ireland
How She Went to Ireland
By Thomas Hardy

Despair leaves
I Fail As a Celibate
By Jerome Rothenberg

Dagonet, the fool, whom Gawain in his mood
Idylls of the King: The Last Tournament
By Alfred, Lord Tennyson

Dark house, by which once more I stand
In Memoriam A. H. H. OBIIT MDCCCXXXIII: 7
By Alfred, Lord Tennyson

Dip down upon the northern shore
In Memoriam A. H. H. OBIIT MDCCCXXXIII: 83
By Alfred, Lord Tennyson

Dream of coffee beans rice codfish and bananas,
In the Armpit of the Hill
By Clarence Major

Death knocks all night at my door.
Journey to the Place of Ghosts
By Jay Wright

Do nothing and everything will be done,
Layabout
By John Brehm

Dear Martín:
Letter to Martín Espada
By Doug Anderson

Dear Sirs:
Letter to the Local Police
By June Jordan

Down the street, someone must be praying, and though I don’t
Life of Sundays
By Rodney Jones

Desolate and lone
Lost
By Carl Sandburg

Dear Letters, Fond Letters,
Love Letters
By Josephine Delphine Henderson Heard

Dearest, note how these two are alike:
Machines
By Michael Donaghy

Down valley a smoke haze
Mid-August at Sourdough Mountain Lookout
By Gary Snyder

death surrounds itself with the living
Mississippi
By E. Ethelbert Miller

Drunken laughter escapes
Moonshine
By Yusef Komunyakaa

Draw the hour
Nocturne
By Virginia Hamilton Adair

DEscend from Heav'n Urania, by that name
Paradise Lost: Book VII (1674)
By John Milton

Don’t hurt the radio for
Radio
By Tom Clark

Depressed because my
Red Parade
By David Trinidad

Driving west through sandstone’s
Road Report
By Kurt Brown

Do this: take two fingers, place them on
self-exam (my body is a cage)
By Nick Flynn

Did you sneeze?
Self-Inquiry Before the Job Interview
By Gary Soto

Departing summer hath assumed
September, 1819
By William Wordsworth

Don't look at me
Sequestrienne
By Dorothea Tanning

Doors opened and shut,
Silent Film
By Kurt Brown

Double, double toil and trouble;
Song of the Witches
By William Shakespeare

Drink to me only with thine eyes,
Song to Celia
By Ben Jonson

Dost see how unregarded now
Sonnet 1: Dost see how unregarded now
By Sir John Suckling

Devouring Time, blunt thou the lion's paws,
Sonnet XIX: Devouring Time, Blunt thou the Lion's Paws
By William Shakespeare

Deep on the convent-roof the snows
St. Agnes' Eve
By Alfred, Lord Tennyson

Drugged and drowsy but not asleep
Sun and Moon
By Jane Kenyon

Distance brings proportion. From here
Tao in the Yankee Stadium Bleachers
By John Updike

During the plague I came into my own.
Tarantula, or The Dance of Death
By Anthony Hecht

Debasement is the password of the base,
The Answer
By Bei Dao

Disarmed with so genteel an air,
The Answer
By Anne Finch, Countess of Winchilsea

Dear old equivocal and closest friend,
The Author to His Body on Their Fifteenth Birthday, 29 ii 80
By Howard Nemerov

DANCE little baby, dance up high,
The Baby's Dance
By Ann Taylor

Dull to myself, and almost dead to these
The Bad Season Makes the Poet Sad
By Robert Herrick

Days of the ferret, a sweet fever.
The Chocolate Infection
By G. E. Murray

Do ye hear the children weeping, O my brothers,
The Cry of the Children
By Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Day of Satan's painful duty!
The Day of Wrath / Dies Iræ
By Ambrose Bierce

Driving through
The Double-Bed Dream Gallows
By Richard Brautigan

Dear love, for nothing less than thee
The Dream
By John Donne

Down to this north end of the verandah, across the view
The Flower Path
By Arthur Sze

Dentists continue to water their lawns even in the rain:
The Great Society
By Robert Bly

Deep in the soul there throbs the secret pain
The Incarnate
By Eva Gore-Booth

Did I, my lines intend for public view,
The Introduction
By Anne Finch, Countess of Winchilsea

Day and night, the lake dreams of sky.
The Lake
By Sophie Cabot Black

Day creeps down. The moon is creeping up.
The Man on the Dump
By Wallace Stevens

Did all the lets and bars appear
The March into Virginia Ending in the First Manassas (July, 1861)
By Herman Melville

Darkness: the rain sluiced down; the mire was deep;
The Redeemer
By Siegfried Sassoon

December has frozen its double-edged breath
The Soldier and the Snow
By Miguel Hernández

Don’t listen to me; my heart’s been broken.
The Untrustworthy Speaker
By Louise Glück

Down in a green and shady bed,
The Violet
By Jane Taylor

Droning a drowsy syncopated tune,
The Weary Blues
By Langston Hughes

Disdaining butterflies
The Woman Who Loved Worms
By Colette Inez

Do you have adequate oxen for the job?
The Workforce
By James Tate

Dear Emily, my tears would burn your page,
To Emily Dickinson
By Yvor Winters

Donne, the delight of Phoebus and each Muse
To John Donne
By Ben Jonson

Dear to my heart as life’s warm stream
To My Daughter On Being Separated from Her on Her Marriage
By Anne Hunter

Does not mean silence.
To Play Pianissimo
By Lola Haskins

Did I ever tell you that Mrs. McCave
Too Many Daves
By Theodor Geisel

Dear God, Our Heavenly Father, Gracious Lord,
Unholy Sonnet 1
By Mark Jarman

Drunk on the Umbrian hills at dusk and drunk
Unholy Sonnet 13
By Mark Jarman

Does the road wind up-hill all the way?
Up-Hill
By Christina Rossetti

Display thy breasts, my Julia, there let me
Upon Julia’s Breasts
By Robert Herrick

Don’t get me wrong: I know
Vanity Flare
By Wendy Videlock

Down the long hall she glistens like a star,
Venus of the Louvre
By Emma Lazarus

Down here we say we dare defend our rights,
Wade Seego Believes Soylent Green Is People
By R. T. Smith

Do not weep, maiden, for war is kind.
from War is Kind ["Do not weep, maiden, for war is kind"]
By Stephen Crane

Dey is times in life when Nature
When de Co'n Pone's Hot
By Paul Laurence Dunbar

Dark frost was in the air without,
Winter Dusk
By Walter De La Mare

dear dusty moth
[dear dusty moth]
By Robin Blaser