There are 35 Poems that have a first line beginning with "j"

Jack be nimble,
"Jack be nimble,"
By Anonymous

John Anderson my jo, John,
"John Anderson my jo, John"
By Robert Burns

June. A white heat.
2 Korean Girls
By Ishle Yi Park

January 14, 1830 Clearfield, Vermont
The Minister's wife, in confidence, to a beloved sister during a January storm
By Anne Stevenson

Just off the highway to Rochester, Minnesota,
A Blessing
By James Wright

Just when I’m ready to call in the day and put it to bed without supper
After Metaphysics, or When the Fly Leaves the Flybottle
By Deborah Slicer

Jane, Jane,
Aubade
By Edith Sitwell

Just then, encountering my ruddy face
Between Hallowe'en and Bonfire Night
By Roddy Lumsden

JANE SNEED BEGAN IT: My poor John, alas,
Eclogue
By John Crowe Ransom

JC was called the Rack
Four Sandwiches
By Martín Espada

Jack and Jill went up the hill
Jack and Jill
By Anonymous

Jenny kiss’d me when we met,
Jenny Kiss’d Me
By Leigh Hunt

Jesu Christ, my lemmon swete,
Jesus, My Sweet Lover
By Anonymous

John Brown’s body lies a-mouldering in the grave.
from John Brown's Body: "John Brown's body lies a-mouldering in the grave"
By Stephen Vincent Benét

Just having owed
Just Having Owed
By Donald Revell

Just think! some night the stars will gleam
Just Think!
By Robert W. Service

john lord knows you still vexed reckon me too if my wife stole
long way home
By Quraysh Ali Lansana

Judges, who rule the world by laws,
Psalm 58
By Isaac Watts

John Cabot, out of Wilma, once a Wycliffe,
Riot
By Gwendolyn Brooks

Jenny kissed me when we met,
Rondeau
By Leigh Hunt

John-O was given a key to the apartment. The deal
Suitcase Song
By Albert Goldbarth

Just when it has seemed I couldn’t bear
Sweetness
By Stephen Dunn

Just look, ’tis quarter past six, love—
The Coming Woman
By Mary Weston Fordham

Just over the horizon a great machine of death is roaring and rearing.
The Curtain
By Hayden Carruth

Jim just loves to garden, yes he does.
The Definition of Gardening
By James Tate

Jesus wound up with his body nailed to a tree—
The Grand Miracle
By Mary Karr

Just for a handful of silver he left us,
The Lost Leader
By Robert Browning

Joy to the bridegroom and the bride
The Milkmaid’s Epithalamium
By Thomas Randolph

Just as I wonder
The Orchid Flower
By Sam Hamill

Jeremiah Dickson was a true-blue American,
The True-Blue American
By Delmore Schwartz

Just by the wooden brig a bird flew up,
The Yellowhammer's Nest
By John Clare

joy in the day's being done, however
Then too there is this
By J. Allyn Rosser

Je regarde souvent la rue où je vais comme si
Un citadin / A City Dweller
By Jacques Réda

Jam jar of cigarette ends and ashes on his workbench,
What My Father Left Behind
By Chris Forhan

Jan came this morning
What Our Dead Do
By Zbigniew Herbert