There are 109 Poems that have a first line beginning with "p"
= First appeared in Poetry magazine.Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, baker's man,
"Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, baker's man,"
By Anonymous
Pease porridge hot,
"Pease porridge hot,"
By Anonymous
Polly, put the kettle on,
"Polly, put the kettle on,"
By Anonymous
Put an ear to the light at fall
A Cave of Angelfish Huddle Against the Moon 
By Ron De Maris
Poetry is the supreme fiction, madame.
A High-Toned Old Christian Woman
By Wallace Stevens
Put nothing down to distress the reader.
A Poem That Starts Out Wrong
By Landis Everson
Poor Nietzsche in Turin, eating sausage his mother
A Supple Wreath of Myrtle
By Robert Hass
Paris in the Spring, Autumn in New York,
AAA Vacation Guide
By Ernest Hilbert
Pen marks trying to scratch their way to sense
After One
By Tom Sleigh
Proudly swept the rain by the cliffs
Aloha’oe (Farewell to Thee)
By Lydia Kamakaeha Lili’uokalani
Penelope for her Ulisses sake,
Amoretti XXIII: Penelope for her Ulisses sake
By Edmund Spenser
PART 1
An Essay on Criticism: Part 1
By Alexander Pope
Pale gold and crumbling with crust
Appetite 
By Paulann Petersen
Poetry, I tell my students,
Ars Poetica #100: I Believe
By Elizabeth Alexander
Plague took us and the land from under us,
Berkeley in Time of Plague
By Jack Spicer
Pretty boy, towel your tears,
Blues for X
By George Elliott Clarke
Past the fourth cloverleaf, by dwindling roads
Buckroe, After the Season, 1942
By Virginia Hamilton Adair
Powder and scent and silence. The young dwarf
Clair de Lune
By Anthony Hecht
Purple as tulips in May, mauve
Colors passing through us
By Marge Piercy
Paradox is not comfortable; its X exposes that; too many
Discomfiting the Absolute Splendor
By Cynthia Macdonald
Protruding, rebelling against the lips,
Dracula 
By Salwa Al-Neimi
Please! Keep
Each Defeat
By Eileen Myles
Pearl Avenue runs past the high-school lot,
Ex-Basketball Player
By John Updike
Pure? What does it mean?
Fever 103° 
By Sylvia Plath
Pindar, poet of the victories, fitted names
Glory 
By Robert Pinsky
Pink Dawn, Aurora Pink, Misty Pink, Fresh Pink, Natural Pink, Country
Gloss of the Past
By David Trinidad
Pale, then enkindled,
In California: Morning, Evening, Late January
By Denise Levertov
Praised be the moon of books! that doth above
In the Reading-Room of the British Museum
By Louise Imogen Guiney
Piping down the valleys wild,
Introduction to the Songs of Innocence
By William Blake
Pavement slipp’ry, people sneezing,
January, 1795
By Mary Robinson
Pitch here the tent, while the old horse grazes:
Juggling Jerry
By George Meredith
Puisque je suis
Le Secret
By Thomas James Merton
Poor muse, north wind, or any god
Lines for Winter 
By Dave Lucas
Pack, clouds away! and welcome day!
Love's Good-Morrow
By Thomas Heywood
Plato, despair!
Meditation on Statistical Method
By J. V. Cunningham
Pancho, the barrio idiot.
Meditations on the South Valley, Part XXIII
By Jimmy Santiago Baca
Praying, thy will be done,
Midstairs
By Virginia Hamilton Adair
Perhaps her cook, come under the influence
Mme. Sperides
By Gregory Djanikian
Protestants pray for grace,
My God 
By Susan Rolston
Poverty much maligned but beautiful
Mysteries of Small Houses
By Alice Notley
Penelope as a garçon manqué
Mythology
By Marilyn Hacker
proceeds by chance
Natural Selection 
By Alan Shapiro
Probably no one noticed the mornings I disappeared to sit
from Nettles: Lies
By Jane Miller
Pardon us for uttering a handful
New Netherland, 1654
By Grace Schulman
Pretty soon the Negroes were looking to get paid.
Ode to Big Trend 
By Terrance Hayes
Poetry? It’s a hobby.
from Odes: 6. What the Chairman Told Tom
By Basil Bunting
Perfect little body, without fault or stain on thee,
On a Dead Child
By Robert Bridges
Playwright, convict of public wrongs to men,
On Playwright
By Ben Jonson
Pangur Bán and I at work,
Pangur Bán 
By Anonymous
PErplex'd and troubl'd at his bad success
Paradise Regain'd: Book IV (1671)
By John Milton
Parks and ponds are good by day;
Parks and ponds
By Ralph Waldo Emerson
Parmi beaucoup de poèmes
Parmi beaucoup de poèmes / Among Many Poems 
By Jacques Roubaud
Passing away, saith the World, passing away:
Passing away, Saith the World
By Christina Rossetti
Pastime with good company
Passtime with good company
By Henry VIII, king of England
Patience, though I have not
Patience, Though I Have Not
By Thomas Wyatt
People getting divorced
People Getting Divorced
By Lawrence Ferlinghetti
Perhaps it is time, I thought,
Perhaps
By Hilda Morley
Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
Phenomenal Woman
By Maya Angelou
Passing the American graveyard, for my birthday
Poem for My Twentieth Birthday 
By Kenneth Koch
Pyongyang, if you’ll please, STOP
Poetics
By Rodrigo Toscano
Poor old lady, she swallowed a fly.
Poor Old Lady
By Anonymous
Prais’d be Diana’s fair and harmless light;
Prais’d be Diana’s Fair and Harmless Light
By Sir Walter Ralegh
Prayer the church's banquet, angel's age,
Prayer (I)
By George Herbert
Plan of the City of O. The great square
Prose 22
By Michael Palmer
Proud Maisie is in the wood,
Proud Maisie
By Sir Walter Scott
Publication – is the Auction
Publication – is the Auction (788)
By Emily Dickinson
Pumberly Pott’s unpredictable niece
Pumberly Pott’s Unpredictable Niece
By Jack Prelutsky
Play the one about the family of the ducks
Requests for Toy Piano 
By Tony Hoagland
Palaces of drift and crystal, the clouds
Rivers into Seas
By Lynda Hull
Plum black & the blush white of an apple
Sex and Taxes 
By Kevin Cantwell
Pawnbroker, scavenger, cheapskate,
Sleep 
By Meghan O'Rourke
Polly. I like a ship in storms was tossed,
Songs from The Beggar’s Opera: Air X-“Thomas, I Cannot"
By John Gay
Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth,
Sonnet CXLVI: Poor Soul, the Centre of my Sinful Earth
By William Shakespeare
Plurality is all. I walk among the restaurants,
Statement with Rhymes 
By Weldon Kees
People are putting up storm windows now,
Storm Windows
By Howard Nemerov
Poetry, Wordsworth
Terminator Too
By Tom Clark
Pale, with the blue of high zeniths, shimmered over with silver, brocaded
The Blue Scarf
By Amy Lowell
Perspective never withers from their eyes;
from The Bridge: Quaker Hill
By Hart Crane
Performances, assortments, résumés—
from The Bridge: The Tunnel
By Hart Crane
Punch (pink costume with jingle bells, especially on his cap;
The cast
By Miroslav Holub
Pei designed the building with views,
The Center for Atmospheric Research
By Bin Ramke
People who have no children can be hard:
The Children of the Poor 
By Gwendolyn Brooks
Pull in your feet, little darling,
The Chinese Mother’s Lullaby 
By Biddy Jenkinson
Popped from the womb, he began gathering property
The Egoist
By William H. Dickey
Pearl egg of fly intimates the curve of larva, its spine and claw point. The cellophane shell,
The Fly
By Lynn Crosbie
Passing through huddled and ugly walls,
The Harbor 
By Carl Sandburg
Pray why are you so bare, so bare,
The Haunted Oak
By Paul Laurence Dunbar
Permit me to open by expressing joy and wonder
The Last Attack. To Klaus 
By Zbigniew Herbert
Perhaps, when we the strangers in the bar’s blue light
The Memory of Barbarism is the Recollection of Virtue
By Richard Emil Braun
People would come to my great-grandmother’s house.
The Night Would Grow Like a Telescope Pulled Out
By Alberto Ríos
Picture the upturned millipede, dead,
The Orange Alert
By Douglas Kearney
Put my glad rags in a cardboard box—
The Other Side of This World
By Calvin Forbes
Pilgrim feet, pray whither bound?
The Pilgrim
By Sophie Jewett
PIERCE & CUDDIE
from The Shepheardes Calender: October
By Edmund Spenser
Position is where you
The Window 
By Robert Creeley
Panic attacks your pain-porous skin?
Therapy from the Garden 
By Glenn Morazzini
Pótuia, pótuia
To a Greek Marble 
By Richard Aldington
Pray thee, take care, that tak’st my book in hand,
To the Reader
By Ben Jonson
Poet of Nature, thou hast wept to know
To Wordsworth
By Percy Bysshe Shelley
Pigfoot (with Aces Under) Passes
Translations from the English
By George Starbuck
people hurry on, arrive
Untitled
By Bei Dao
Pitiful brother—the dreadful nights I owed him! "I've got no real involvement in the business. I toyed with his weakness, so—it was my fault—we wound up back in exile and enslavement."
Vagabonds 
By Arthur Rimbaud
Presently at our touch the teacup stirred,
Voices from the Other World
By James Merrill
Prone on the northern water,
White Head
By Sophie Jewett
Pushing off on her back out
Work
By Sherod Santos
People, don't ask me again where my shoes are.
You People 
By Nance Van Winckel
Passing the shop after school, he would look up at the sign
[Passing the shop after school...]
By Charles Reznikoff
Popcorn-can cover
[Popcorn-can cover]
By Lorine Niedecker
Posterity, this me is Now—
[Posterity, this me is Now—]
By Dan Beachy-Quick
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