There are 170 Poems that have a first line beginning with "n"

Now goth sonne under wod:
"Now Goeth Sun Under Wood"
By Anonymous

No, I wasn’t meant to love and be loved.
“No, I wasn’t meant to love and be loved”
By Mirza Asadullah Khan Ghalib

Nikita zips across stage
 Take Me Out to the Go-Go
By Thomas Sayers Ellis

No worst, there is none. Pitched past pitch of grief,
'No worst, there is none. Pitched past pitch of grief.'
By Gerard Manley Hopkins

No more of talk where God or Angel guest
Paradise Lost: Book IX
By John Milton

Now hardly here and there a hackney-coach
A Description of the Morning
By Jonathan Swift

Nostrums? Lordy, I have seen them all.
A Local Doc, over Rocky Lunchtime Bourbon, Speaks of Barter and Hopeful Home Remedies
By R. T. Smith

Now in thy dazzling half-oped eye,
A Mother to Her Waking Infant
By Joanna Baillie

Near the dry river’s water-mark we found
A Note Left in Jimmy Leonard’s Shack
By James Wright

Not you alone, proud truths of the world,
from A Passage to India
By Walt Whitman

Now I lay me down to rest,
A Student’s Prayer
By Anonymous

No, no; for my virginity,
A True Maid
By Matthew Prior

No, no! Go from me. I have left her lately.
A Virginal
By Ezra Pound

Night’s afterbirth, last dream before waking,
A.M. Fog
By Mark Jarman

Now we enter a strange world, where the Hessian Christmas
After the Industrial Revolution, All Things Happen at Once
By Robert Bly

New yeare forth looking out of Janus gate,
Amoretti IV: "New yeare forth looking out of Janus gate"
By Edmund Spenser

No one can wish nothing.
An Emeritus Addresses the School
By John Ciardi

New life! Will he toe out like Dolly, like John? Will her eyes be fires?
Anna Maria Is Coming, or Maybe Thomas Barton, or Max!
By Hilda Raz

Noble executors of the munificent testament
Application for a Grant
By Anthony Hecht

Not at first sight, nor with a dribbèd shot,
Astrophel and Stella II: "Not at first sight, nor with a dribbèd shot"
By Philip Sidney

No more, my dear, no more these counsels try;
Astrophel and Stella LXIV
By Philip Sidney

Now the old ways that have brought us
At a Country Funeral
By Wendell Berry

No doubt to-morrow I will hide
At Mass
By Vachel Lindsay

Nothing is lonelier than what's human: a group of them
Aviation
By Alice Fulton

Night eats color,
Backside
By Chika Sagawa

Now like the Lady of Shalott,
Before the Mirror
By Elizabeth Drew Barstow Stoddard

Never anymore in a wash of sweetness and awe
Better Days
By A. F. Moritz

Now, when he and I meet, after all these years,
Bitch
By Carolyn Kizer

Nobody in the lane, and nothing, nothing but blackberries,
Blackberrying
By Sylvia Plath

Night enters the Plaza, step by step, in the singular
Boleros 14
By Jay Wright

Not, I'll not, carrion comfort, Despair, not feast on thee;
Carrion Comfort
By Gerard Manley Hopkins

Night after night after hot night in the clearing.
Conceiving Himself
By Jack Gilbert

Not in that wasted garden
Conrad Siever
By Edgar Lee Masters

Now the rich cherry, whose sleek wood,
Country Summer
By Léonie Adams

Newspaper says the boy killed by someone,
Detroit, Tomorrow
By Philip Levine

Never ran this hard through the valley
Door in the Mountain
By Jean Valentine

No spring nor summer beauty hath such grace
Elegy IX: The Autumnal
By John Donne

Now that we’re alone we can talk prince man to man
Elegy of Fortinbras
By Zbigniew Herbert

Nature’s lay idiot, I taught thee to love,
Elegy VII: Nature’s lay idiot, I taught thee to love
By John Donne

Nothing so true as what you once let fall,
Epistles to Several Persons: Epistle II: To a Lady on the Characters of Women
By Alexander Pope

Now is the time of year when bees are wild
Equinox
By Elizabeth Alexander

Now it hangs on the back of the kitchen chair
Father’s Old Blue Cardigan
By Anne Carson

Now as I was young and easy under the apple boughs
Fern Hill
By Dylan Thomas

Nothing is known about Helen but her voice
Five Poems From "Helen: A Revision"
By Jack Spicer

Now, in this time, I have seen the living face
For 1939
By Paul Engle

Now you take ol Rufus. He beat drums,
For Freckle-Faced Gerald
By Etheridge Knight

No more than that
Forever and a Day
By Samuel Menashe

Not magnitude, not lavishness,
Greek Architecture
By Herman Melville

Nobody knows exactly when it fell off the map
How to Get to Green Springs
By Dave Smith

Now they to their slogged forthwendings tend,
Hunting, Hazards, and Holiness
By Henry Carlile

Not to bless him, she lays her hands
Idaho Plates
By Deborah Digges

Now, in a breath, we’ll burst those gates of gold,
Immortal Sails
By Alfred Noyes

Never think you fortune can bear the sway
In Defiance of Fortune
By Elizabeth I

Not embittered
In Me as the Swans
By Leslie Williams

Now you hear what the house has to say.
Insomnia
By Dana Gioia

Now spring appears, with beauty crowned
Invitation To JBC
By Matilda Bethem

Never mind what you think.
Killing Chickens
By Bruce Weigl

Not Delft or
Kind of Blue
By Lynn Powell

No changes of support—only
Last Month
By John Ashbery

Now, when I / die, dont you bury me
Last Words by “Slick”
By Etheridge Knight

Not soon, as late as the approach of my ninetieth year,
Late Ripeness
By Czeslaw Milosz

Not even the cops who can do anything could do this—
Laundry
By Bruce Smith

NONES
Les Très Riches Heures de Florida
By Debora Greger

No sooner does the plane angle up
Limbo: Altered States
By Mary Karr

Nothing worth noting
Linnaeus in Lapland
By Lorine Niedecker

Not for their ice-pick eyes,
Longing for Prophets
By Shirley Kaufman

Nudes—stark and glistening,
Louse Hunting
By Isaac Rosenberg

Nothing is plumb, level, or square:
Love Song: I and Thou
By Alan Dugan

No eye that sees could fail to remark you:
Luna Moth
By Carl Phillips

No more alone sleeping, no more alone waking,
Marriage
By Mary Elizabeth Coleridge

No reverie begs “light” in the blind eye.
Moby Dick
By Dan Beachy-Quick

Nightmare of beasthood, snorting, how to wake.
Moly
By Thom Gunn

Now that the ticket to eternity
Montale’s Grave
By Jonathan Galassi

night—sky bird’s world
Myth of the Blaze
By George Oppen

Neither my father nor my mother knew
Native Trees
By W. S. Merwin

Nature, that washed her hands in milk,
Nature, That Washed Her Hands in Milk
By Sir Walter Ralegh

Not your ordinary ice cream, though the glaze
Necropolitan
By Scott Cairns

Never love unless you can
Never Love Unless
By Thomas Campion

Never seek to tell thy love
Never Seek to Tell thy Love
By William Blake

Never the time and the place
Never the Time and the Place
By Robert Browning

new york, madame,
New York
By Valzhyna Mort

Now, God be thanked who has matched us with his hour,
Nineteen-Fourteen: Peace
By Rupert Brooke

No classes here! Why, that is idle talk.
No Classes!
By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

No coward soul is mine
No Coward Soul Is Mine
By Emily Jane Brontë

No moon floods the memory of that night
No Moon Floods the Memory of That Night
By Etheridge Knight

Nobody heard him, the dead man,
Not Waving but Drowning
By Stevie Smith

Now winter nights enlarge
Now Winter Nights Enlarge
By Thomas Campion

Nuns fret not at their convent’s narrow room;
Nuns Fret Not at Their Convent’s Narrow Room
By William Wordsworth

Now constantly there is the sound,
October 10
By Wendell Berry

No, no, go not to Lethe, neither twist
Ode on Melancholy
By John Keats

Nothing
from Odes: 15 ["Nothing"]
By Basil Bunting

Now that we are all dead, no matter.
Old People’s Holiday
By Mary Kinzie

Now his nose’s bridge is broken, one eye
On Hurricane Jackson
By Alan Dugan

no more the chicken and the egg come
On the Loss of Energy (and Other Things)
By June Jordan

NO more of talk where God or Angel Guest
Paradise Lost: Book IX (1674)
By John Milton

Not knowing in what season this again
Parting: 1940
By John Frederick Nims

Nobody in the widow’s household
Passing Through
By Stanley Kunitz

Near the open road
Path
By Pierre Reverdy

New York grows
Photo of Miles Davis at Lennies-on-the-Turnpike, 1968
By Cornelius Eady

No sound, the whole thing.
Photograph of a Gathering of People Waving
By Clarence Major

Not really a river at all,
Poem to the Detroit River
By Terry Wolverton

Now that I have cooled to you
Postlude
By William Carlos Williams

Now that everything seems so persuasive
Question for the Bride
By David Rivard

No one exactly knows
Radar
By Jack Spicer

No! those days are gone away
Robin Hood
By John Keats

Naked for twenty-four of our last thirty-six
Séverine in Summer School
By Rex Wilder

Nautilus Island’s hermit
Skunk Hour
By Robert Lowell

No one knew the secret of my flutes,
Something Whispered in the Shakuhachi
By Garrett Hongo

Nay but you, who do not love her,
Song
By Robert Browning

Now that I have your face by heart, I look
Song for the Last Act
By Louise Bogan

Not mine own fears, nor the prophetic soul
Sonnet CVII: Not mine own Fears, nor the Prophetic Soul
By William Shakespeare

Not marble nor the gilded monuments
Sonnet LV: Not marble, nor the gilded monuments
By William Shakespeare

No longer mourn for me when I am dead
Sonnet LXXI: No Longer Mourn for me when I am Dead
By William Shakespeare

No more be grieved at that which thou hast done:
Sonnet XXXV: No more be grieved at that which thou hast done
By William Shakespeare

Now I see them sitting me before a mirror.
Sonnet: Now I see them
By Michael Palmer

Nice spring day off big white cloud
Sounding Chinese at Inspiration Point
By Tom Clark

Never the bark and abalone mask
Sparrow Trapped in the Airport
By Averill Curdy

Nothing is so beautiful as spring—
Spring
By Gerard Manley Hopkins

Now in the West the slender moon lies low,
Stars
By Marjorie Pickthall

Near Lion,
Surface Translations
By Lisa Fishman

No but come closer. Come a little
Sympathy of Peoples
By Robert Fitzgerald

Not for nothing
Take Comfort Where You Can
By Michael Chitwood

Now I’ve forgotten what you looked like naked.
Tatyana
By Thomas P. Lynch

Nothing remained: Nothing, the wanton name
The Annihilation of Nothing
By Thom Gunn

Nuing-kuiten my father’s friend
The Broken String
By Diakwain

Not to conform to any other color
The Cardinal
By Henry Carlile

Not they not anything not even He
The Deeper Shadow
By Pierre Reverdy

Night after night forever the dolls lay stiff
The Dolls
By John Ciardi

Not every man knows what he shall sing at the end,
The End
By Mark Strand

Now comes the evening of the mind.
The Evening of the Mind
By Donald Justice

Now the storm begins to lower,
The Fatal Sisters: An Ode
By Thomas Gray

Not in thy body is thy life at all
The House of Life: 36. Life-in-Love
By Dante Gabriel Rossetti

No
The Impalpable Brush Fire Singer
By Will Alexander

Naked she lay, clasped in my longing arms,
The Imperfect Enjoyment
By John Wilmot, Earl of Rochester

Not my hands but green across you now.
The Lady in Kicking Horse Reservoir
By Richard F. Hugo

Now here is a typical children’s story
The Leaf Pile
By Alicia Ostriker

Not in the world of light alone,
The Living Temple
By Oliver Wendell Holmes

Not that the pines were darker there,
The Long Voyage
By Malcolm Cowley

Night after night when he was young,
The Machine
By Carol Muske-Dukes

Now as at all times I can see in the mind's eye,
The Magi
By William Butler Yeats

Now I have tempered haste,
The Mount
By Léonie Adams

Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
The New Colossus
By Emma Lazarus

Not while the snow-shroud round dead earth is rolled,
The New Year
By Emma Lazarus

Nailing up chicken wire on the frame house,
The Opal
By Arthur Sze

Now welcome, somer, with thy sonne softe,
The Parlement of Fowls
By Geoffrey Chaucer

Not with more glories, in th' etherial plain,
The Rape of the Lock: Canto 2
By Alexander Pope

Now I rest my head on the satyr’s carved chest,
The Satyr’s Heart
By Brigit Pegeen Kelly

nodding tho' the lamps lit low
the sheep lady from algiers
By Patti Smith

Nightingale singing—gale of Nanking
The Song of the Nightingale is Like the Scent of Syringa
By Mina Loy

Night, and beneath star-blazoned summer skies
The South
By Emma Lazarus

None of us understands our story better
The Sponge
By Joshua Mehigan

Now that the winter's gone, the earth hath lost
The Spring
By Thomas Carew

No day is right for the apocalypse,
The Waste Carpet
By William Matthews

No, it won’t do, my sweet theologians.
Theodicy
By Czeslaw Milosz

Now all the truth is out,
To a Friend Whose Work Has Come to Nothing
By William Butler Yeats

Now you have freely given me leave to love,
To a Lady that Desired I Would Love Her
By Thomas Carew

No more savage art: filleting: a deft pressure along the
To Fishermen
By Carol Frost

Now is the time for mirth,
To Live Merrily, and to Trust to Good Verses
By Robert Herrick

Nature, which is the vast creation’s soul,
To Mr. Henry Lawes
By Katherine Philips

nothing but this continent
Tracings
By Michael Anania

Now Johnson would go up to join the great simulacra of men,
Up Rising (Passages 25)
By Robert Duncan

Now the god of rainy August hangs his mask
Wall and Pine: The Rain
By Anne Winters

No one grumbles among the oyster clans,
Wanting Sumptuous Heavens
By Robert Bly

Not one star, not even the half moon
What to Count On
By Peggy Shumaker

Nights, by the light of whatever would burn:
Without Regret
By Eleanor Wilner

No dolls, nuns thought we would
Without Toys at the Home
By Colette Inez

Now thou has loved me one whole day,
Woman's Constancy
By John Donne

No crooked leg, no bleared eye,
Written in her French Psalter
By Elizabeth I

Naked before the glass she said,
Young Woman
By Howard Nemerov

name address date
[Sonnet] name address date
By Bernadette Mayer