There are 414 Poems that have a first line beginning with "s"

Shall I wasting in despair
"Shall I wasting in despair"
By George Wither

Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more.
"Sigh No More"
By William Shakespeare

Sing a song of sixpence,
"Sing a song of sixpence,"
By Anonymous

sometimes a human mammal is not to be seen
"Sometimes a human mammal is not to be seen"
By Bernadette Mayer

Star light, star bright,
"Star light, star bright,"
By Anonymous

So many gods!
“So many gods!”
By Álvaro de Campos

sleepwalker can never die
40 Days
By Tom Clark

She’s a copperheaded waitress,
The Common Women Poems, II. Ella, in a square apron, along Highway 80
By Judy Grahn

She holds things together, collects bail,
The Common Women Poems, III. Nadine, resting on her neighbor’s stoop
By Judy Grahn

Stretch’d and still lies the midnight,
Song of Myself: 36
By Walt Whitman

She had turned her face up into
A Blind Woman
By Ted Kooser

See the chariot at hand here of Love,
A Celebration of Charis: IV. Her Triumph
By Ben Jonson

Still half drunk, after a night at cards,
A Day on the Big Branch
By Howard Nemerov

Some one who hears the bugle neigh will know
A Dirge
By Thomas James Merton

She sees the mountain
A Girl on the Swing
By Chungmi Kim

Stand still, and I will read to thee
A Lecture upon the Shadow
By John Donne

Something forgotten for twenty years: though my fathers
A Map of the Western Part of the County of Essex in England
By Denise Levertov

Swung from the toes out,
A Maul for Bill and Cindy’s Wedding
By Gary Snyder

Seen my lady home las' night,
A Negro Love Song
By Paul Laurence Dunbar

Some seventy years later
A Slow Fuse
By Theodore Weiss

Steed out of my dusk and a dusk, now, for the species,
A Twenty-fourth Poem about Horses
By John Peck

She was in terrible pain the whole day,
A Wedding
By James Tate

Spared by a car or airplane crash or
Accidents of Birth
By William Meredith

Sugar dries on paper plates. The cake’s
After the Party
By Alison Stine

She looked nearly the same
After the Phone Call
By Robert VanderMolen

Some day, when trees have shed their leaves
After the Winter
By Claude McKay

She said: “I’m god and all
Against a Sickness: To the Female Double Principle God
By Alan Dugan

saw a man sliced
Al Croom
By Walter McDonald

Schwinn rests in back seat
American Odalisque
By Jane Miller

So oft as I her beauty do behold,
Amoretti LV: So oft as I her beauty do behold
By Edmund Spenser

Side by side, their faces blurred,
An Arundel Tomb
By Philip Larkin

Salvation comes by Jesus Christ alone,
An Evening Thought: Salvation by Christ, with Penetential Cries
By Jupiter Hammon

Such a book must contain—
An Introduction to My Anthology
By Marvin Bell

Sleep, she will not linger:
Another Lullaby for Insomniacs
By A.E. Stallings

Soft songs, like birds, die in poison air
Apology for Apostasy?
By Etheridge Knight

Small floater, you stay above the fray,
Apostrophe to the Apostrophe
By Eric Nelson

She was changing on the inside
Approximately Forever
By C. D. Wright

So he took her as anointed
April Treason
By John Crowe Ransom

Stasis in darkness.
Ariel
By Sylvia Plath

Speak to her heart!
Ars Amoris
By J. V. Cunningham

Stella is sick, and in that sick-bed lies
Astrophel and Stella CI: "Stella is sick, and in that sick-bed lies"
By Philip Sidney

Stella, since thou so right a princess art
Astrophel and Stella CVII
By Philip Sidney

Stella, think not that I by verse seek fame,
Astrophel and Stella XC
By Philip Sidney

Soul’s joy, bend not those morning stars from me,
Astrophel and Stella XLVIII
By Philip Sidney

Stars from five wars, scars,
At a VA Hospital in the Middle of the United States of America: An Act in a Play
By Etheridge Knight

Suddenly, I stopped thinking about Love,
At the Moment
By Joyce Sutphen

Sometimes on a late clear night you can pull that station from Denver
Atmospherics
By Susan Hutton

Shorter and shorter now the twilight clips
Autumn
By Alice Cary

Sylvia Plath is setting my hair
“The female seer will burn upon this pyre”
By Elizabeth Alexander

Starspangled cowboy
Backdrop addresses cowboy
By Margaret Atwood

Stand in a field long enough, and the sounds
Becoming a Redwood
By Dana Gioia

Stunned heat of noon. In shade, tan, silken cows
Becune Point
By Derek Walcott

Something has to give.
Bernal Hill
By Randall Mann

Sometimes up out of this land
Bi-Focal
By William E. Stafford

She reads by the light of a guttering candle
Billet-Doux
By Chris Forhan

sometimes the deaf
Billie Holiday
By E. Ethelbert Miller

Stop bleeding said the knife
Bleeding
By May Swenson

Snow:
Blizzard
By William Carlos Williams

So one day when the azalea bush was firing
Bolero
By Gerald Stern

Shoulders knobbed against
Braid
By Susan Stewart

Something cracks every moment because
Brief Thoughts on Cracks
By Miroslav Holub

Small wonder
Brock
By Paul Muldoon

So I would hear out those lungs,
Buckdancer’s Choice
By James L. Dickey

Stiff, thick: the white hair of the broad-faced father,
Business
By A. F. Moritz

Some days I catch a rhythm, almost a song
Call It Music
By Philip Levine

So many piles of leaves are walking about these days
Camouflage
By Henry Carlile

She came to see him in the safehouse
Captains in Captivity
By Seth Abramson

Smoketrees line the roadside, still-bare beech and poplar
Carolina Journal
By Nicole Pekarske

Soldiers never do die well;
Champs d’Honneur
By Ernest M. Hemingway

Swirl sleeping in the waterfall!
Chomei at Toyama
By Basil Bunting

So much I thought was only personal, like poetry,
Cinema Verité
By Bin Ramke

Sent in after new ground was taken,
Communications
By Neal Bowers

Shooting pleasures
Confidential
By Rae Armantrout

Since all that beat about in Nature's range,
Constancy to an Ideal Object
By Samuel Taylor Coleridge

shepherdboy? not the most salient image for contemporary readers
corydon & alexis
By D.A. Powell

Survival is the final offer
Count Down
By Robin Morgan

Sir, I am not a bird of prey:
Coy Mistress
By Annie Finch

Squinting through eye-slits in our balaclavas,
Crossing the Square
By Grace Schulman

Such conundrums
Cuckoldom
By BJ Ward

See, the grass is full of stars,
Daisy Time
By Marjorie Pickthall

Suppose it is nothing but the hive:
Davis Matlock
By Edgar Lee Masters

Swift and subtle
Days
By Janet Loxley Lewis

Sex fingers toes
Dear John, Dear Coltrane
By Michael S. Harper

So by sixteen we move in packs
Deliberate
By Amy Uyematsu

So proudly she came into the subway car
Depression
By Charles Reznikoff

Stand close around, ye Stygian set,
Dirce
By Walter Savage Landor

See here an easy feast that knows no wound,
Divine Epigrams: On the Miracle of the Multiplied Loaves
By Richard Crashaw

Straight, straight as the stick which it is,
Divining Rod
By Cynthia Macdonald

So this is the Sabbath, the stillness
Doing Laundry on Sunday
By Brigit Pegeen Kelly

So these are the hills of home. Hazy tiers
Double
By Rae Armantrout

Scarred hemlock roots,
Down Stream
By Louise Imogen Guiney

Stand back, make way, you mindless scum,
Dr. Joseph Goebbels (22 April 1945)
By W. D. Snodgrass

Soldiers are citizens of death's grey land,
Dreamers
By Siegfried Sassoon

so it is death is the
Dreams, April 1981
By Robin Blaser

Slam!
Dunk!
By Gregory K. Pincus

spider on the cold expanse
Dusk
By Rae Armantrout

Spiked sun. The Hudson’s
Early December in Croton-on-Hudson
By Louise Glück

Somewhere in Eden, after all this time,
Eden
By Ina Rousseau

Supper comes at five o'clock,
Eight O'Clock
By Sara Teasdale

Still to be neat, still to be drest,
Epicoene, or the Silent Woman: Still to be neat, still to be drest
By Ben Jonson

Shut, shut the door, good John! fatigu'd, I said,
Epistles to Several Persons: Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot
By Alexander Pope

Stop, Christian passer-by!—Stop, child of God,
Epitaph
By Samuel Taylor Coleridge

She has attained the permanence
Epitaph for a Romantic Woman
By Louise Bogan

Sunset backlights some pine to ... a caped sponge
Eros of Heroines
By Ange Mlinko

She fears him, and will always ask
Eros Turannos
By Edwin Arlington Robinson

Sometimes she’s Confucian—
Evening
By Gail Mazur

Scholar-on-waves, a water-gazer,
Exegesis of the First Words Spoken (Ishmael)
By Dan Beachy-Quick

Salt is pity, brooms are fury,
Explication of an Imaginary Text
By James Galvin

So it is here, then, after so long, and after all—
Facing into It
By Eleanor Wilner

Slowly the women file to where he stands
Faith Healing
By Philip Larkin

Sister once of weeds & a dark water that held still
Family Romance
By Larry Levis

Stare hard enough at the fabric of night,
Field of Skulls
By Mary Karr

Some say the world will end in fire,
Fire and Ice
By Robert Frost

Stripped in a flamedance, the bluff backing our houses
First Fire
By Camille T. Dungy

So first the faithful dog will go
First the Dog
By Zbigniew Herbert

She knows how to fold
Four and a Half Dancing Men
By Anne Stevenson

Sea-ward, white gleaming thro' the busy scud
Fragment 1: Sea-ward, white gleaming thro' the busy scud
By Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Something needs to be done—like dragging a big black plastic sack through the upstairs rooms, emptying into it each waste basket, the trash of three lives for a week or so. I am careful and slow about it, so that this little chore will banish the big ones. But I leave the bag lying on the floor and I go into my daughter’s bedroom, into the north morning light from her windows, and while this minute she is at school counting or spelling a first useful word I sit down on her unmade bed and I look out the windows at nothing for a while, the unmoving buildings—houses and a church—in the cold street.
Friday Snow
By Reginald Gibbons

Sing lullaby, as women do,
Gascoigne’s Lullaby
By George Gascoigne

Sunlight fades
Going
By David Rivard

she doesn’t wear
Gwendolyn Brooks
By Haki Madhubuti

Some nights
Hello
By Naomi Shihab Nye

Soul and race
Here Where Coltrane Is
By Michael S. Harper

Show me dear Christ, thy spouse so bright and clear.
Holy Sonnets: Show me dear Christ, thy spouse so bright and clear
By John Donne

Since she whom I lov'd hath paid her last debt
Holy Sonnets: Since she whom I lov'd hath paid her last debt
By John Donne

Sleepless
Hour
By Reginald Gibbons

Sometimes she wore black spandex and Jogbra
How He Answered the Glossy Magazine’s Mate-Poaching Survey
By Kevin Stein

Shall I say how it is in your clothes?
How It Is
By Maxine W. Kumin

Stalking a deer I wandered deep into the mountains and from there I saw.
How It Was
By Czeslaw Milosz

Sky yet violet,
Hundreds of Fireflies
By Brad Leithauser

Sometimes I long to be in the woodpile,
Hunger for Something
By Chase Twichell

Since I am coming to that holy room,
Hymn to God, My God, in my Sickness
By John Donne

Some little splinter
I Looked for Life and Did a Shadow See
By James Galvin

Sky’s gray sheet spreads icy rain.
Ice Bound
By Walter Bargen

So fallen! so lost! the light withdrawn
Ichabod
By John Greenleaf Whittier

Since there’s no help, come let us kiss and part.
Idea LXI
By Michael Drayton

She could tell he loved her. He wanted her there
If Ever There Was One
By Miller Williams

Slow dulcimer, gavotte and bow, in autumn,
Impossible to Tell
By Robert Pinsky

Sad Hesper o'er the buried sun
In Memoriam A. H. H. OBIIT MDCCCXXXIII: 121
By Alfred, Lord Tennyson

Strong Son of God, immortal Love,
In Memoriam A. H. H. OBIIT MDCCCXXXIII: [Prelude]
By Alfred, Lord Tennyson

Still sits the school-house by the road,
In School-days
By John Greenleaf Whittier

Setting a trotline after sundown
In the Deep Channel
By William E. Stafford

Sunday a.m. so early even FM crackles church service
In the Kingdom of Perpetual Repair
By Kevin Stein

Sister saying—‘Soon you’ll be back in the ward,’
In the Theatre
By Dannie Abse

She reads romances, she spells poorly, she’s full-breasted,
Intimate Letters
By Rosanna Warren

Señora, it is true the Greeks are dead.
Invocation to the Social Muse
By Archibald MacLeish

Somebody said that it couldn’t be done
It Couldn’t Be Done
By Edgar Albert Guest

Swallow, my sister, O sister swallow,
Itylus
By Algernon Charles Swinburne

Sometimes after hours of wine I can almost see
Jackson Hotel
By Lynda Hull

Sometimes I wish I were still out
Jet
By Tony Hoagland

Some men live for warlike deeds,
John James Audobon
By Stephen Vincent Benét

Somewhere there figures a man. In uniform. He’s not white. He
King’s Daughters, Home for Unwed Mothers, 1948
By C. D. Wright

Stand on the highest pavement of the stair—
La Figlia che Piange
By T. S. Eliot

Swear by the olive in the God-kissed land—
Land
By Agha Shahid Ali

Spun silk of mercy,
Last August Hours Before the Year 2000
By Naomi Shihab Nye

Saved two children last night.
Last Night
By Hester Knibbe

shambles this way
Last Poem
By Ronald Johnson

Sometimes everything feels like a trick.
Late?
By David Rivard

Some nights I go out and piss on the front lawn
Liberty
By Thomas P. Lynch

She stands beside me, stands away,
Like Rousseau
By Amiri Baraka

Sullen, grimy, labouring person,
Lines from a Plutocratic Poetaster to a Ditch-digger
By Franklin Pierce Adams

Souls of Poets dead and gone,
Lines on the Mermaid Tavern
By John Keats

She left me at the silent time
Lines Written in the Bay of Lerici
By Percy Bysshe Shelley

Surely there are teeth so small.
Lives of the Watchmakers
By Michael Rutherglen

Snow hurries
Love in the Weather’s Bells
By Jay Wright

Some that have deeper digg'd love's mine than I,
Love's Alchemy
By John Donne

Slight unpremeditated Words are borne
Love's Witness
By Aphra Behn

She is large and matronly
Lui et Elle
By D. H. (David Herbert) Lawrence

Sleep little baby, clean as a nut,
Lullaby
By John Fuller

Since I’ve lived in many places, it’s odd
Magnum Mysterium
By Lucie Brock-Broido

Soap cleans itself the way ice does,
Mahayana
By Philip Whalen

Snakebit where there are no snakes,
Malocchio
By W. S. Di Piero

Sir star, Herr Lenz, white season body
Manifest
By Reginald Shepherd

She has been condemned to death by hanging. A man
Marrying the Hangman
By Margaret Atwood

Spread eagle sheep legs wide,
Matanza to Welcome Spring
By Jimmy Santiago Baca

Sorting out letters and piles of my old
Mementos, 1
By W. D. Snodgrass

Save these words for a while because
Memorandum
By W. S. Merwin

Somewhere, someone is asking a question,
Memory As a Hearing Aid
By Tony Hoagland

Something there is that doesn't love a wall,
Mending Wall
By Robert Frost

Some ride on chestnut mares
Merry-go-round
By Miroslav Holub

Summoned by conscious recollection, she
Misery and Splendor
By Robert Hass

Softly they come
Morel Mushrooms
By Jane Whitledge

Spring wafts up the smell of bus exhaust, of bread
Morning News
By Marilyn Hacker

Sun on his face wakes him.
Morning Song
By Gregory Orr

So all day long the noise of battle roll'd
Morte d'Arthur
By Alfred, Lord Tennyson

She sat on a shelf,
Motherhood
By May Swenson

Sleepy and suburban at dusk,
Mowing
By Robert Wrigley

She saved me. When I arrived in 6th grade,
Mrs. Krikorian
By Sharon Olds

Swirl and smash of waves against the legs
Mutoscope
By Elizabeth Spires

Sometimes when my eyes are red
My Sad Self
By Allen Ginsberg

Shoes, secret face of my inner life:
My Shoes
By Charles Simic

She fell asleep on Christmas Eve:
My Sister's Sleep
By Dante Gabriel Rossetti

Suddenly his shoulders get a lot wider,
My Son the Man
By Sharon Olds

Serum of steam rising from the cup,
My Uncle’s Favorite Coffee Shop
By Naomi Shihab Nye

Sacks of hair swing on the trees still,
Napa Valley
By Brigit Pegeen Kelly

Shunning the British tourist bus, we walk,
Near Antietam
By Norman Williams

Some land lives
Nether
By Leila Wilson

She sits on the mountain that is her home
Night Music
By Linda Gregg

Spalding and I in No Exit. He is just dead
Night of the Living Dead Every Day
By Bob Holman

Some folks hollered hard times
Nineteen-twenty-nine
By William Waring Cuney

She does not know
No Images
By William Waring Cuney

Somewhere ahead I see you
North of Childhood
By Jonathan Galassi

Searching for pillowcases trimmed
Not Here
By Jane Kenyon

She holds a conversation with her ornaments,
Not That It Could Be Finished
By Ann Lauterbach

Some problems of self-loathing, worry:
Now
By Hilda Raz

Some nights he’d watch hockey and so she’d rock
O Canada
By Thomas P. Lynch

Sleep sweetly in your humble graves,
Ode
By Henry Timrod

Stern Daughter of the Voice of God!
Ode to Duty
By William Wordsworth

Six o'clock: the kitchen bulbs which blister
Ode to Suburbia
By Eavan Boland

See! Their verses are laid
from Odes: 36 ["See! Their verses are laid"]
By Basil Bunting

Stopless wind, here are the columbine seeds I have
Of Forced Sightes and Trusty Ferefulness
By Jorie Graham

See how the orient dew,
On a Drop of Dew
By Andrew Marvell

Something was marred in making at her birth.
On an Old Woman Dying
By Janet Loxley Lewis

Stone by stone, body by body in the grass:
On Marriage
By Meghan O'Rourke

Spies, you are lights in state, but of base stuff,
On Spies
By Ben Jonson

Sweet poet of the woods, a long adieu!
On the Departure of the Nightingale
By Charlotte Smith

So sexy to slide under-
Over and Under
By John Brehm

Secret they are, sealed, annealed, and brainless
Oystering
By Richard Howard

Suddenly discovering in the eyes of the very beautiful
Pagani's, November 8
By Ezra Pound

Set where the upper streams of Simois flow
Palladium
By Matthew Arnold

SO spake the Son of God, and Satan stood
Paradise Regain'd: Book III (1671)
By John Milton

Somewhere in this half-wild canyon, not far
Part Elegy
By Robert Wrigley

Softly, in the dusk, a woman is singing to me;
Piano
By D. H. (David Herbert) Lawrence

Sea-preserved, heaped with sea-spoils,
Picture of a Nativity
By Geoffrey Hill

Soon I will make my appearance
Planning the Disappearance of Those Who Have Gone
By Frank Stanford

so he said: you ain’t got no talent
Poem For A Lady Whose Voice I Like
By Nikki Giovanni

She has no need to fear the fall
Portrait
By Louise Bogan

Seeing in crowded restaurants the one you love
Portrait
By John Frederick Nims

Shirts hang in the glass showcase
Post-Traumatic Shock, Newark, New Jersey, 1942
By Peter Balakian

Surface of the limit.
Postlude
By Noelle Kocot

Soon the glass angel must be
Postpartum Blues
By Elton Glaser

Say you love the albums with the smoky riffs
Primitive Road
By Lucas Howell

Somebody has given my
Proust’s Madeleine
By Kenneth Rexroth

Such heat! It brings the brain back to its basic blank.
Pura Vida
By John Updike

Seeing my friend’s son in his broad-brimmed hat
Quaker Meeting, The Sixties
By Robin Becker

Seven dog-days we let pass
Queens
By J. M. Synge

Sometimes I think about Great-Uncle Paul who left Tuskegee,
Race
By Elizabeth Alexander

Seven of them pinned in blood by
Rattlesnakes Hammered on the Wall
By Ray Gonzalez

Soon the electrical wires will grow heavy under the snow.
Real Life
By Lucie Brock-Broido

Somewhere in Chelsea, early summer;
Relating to Robinson
By Weldon Kees

Se cruzan canyons en el templo de confessions.
Report from the Temple of Confessions in Old Chicano English
By Brenda Cárdenas

soon, industry and agriculture converged
republic
By D.A. Powell

Strew on her roses, roses,
Requiescat
By Matthew Arnold

Spooky summer on the horizon I’m gazing at
Revolution
By Anne Waldman

Surprised by a frill of white flower
Rogue Russets
By R. T. Smith

Stone worn
Ruins
By Samuel Menashe

She stood breast high amid the corn,
Ruth
By Thomas Hood

Safe in their alabaster chambers,
Safe in their alabaster chambers
By Emily Dickinson

Some years ago you heard me sing
Sarah Byng, Who Could Not Read and Was Tossed into a Thorny Hedge by a Bull
By Hilaire Belloc

Some are teethed on a silver spoon,
Saturday’s Child
By Countee Cullen

Sharpen your wit—
Scissors
By Samuel Menashe

Scorn not the Sonnet; Critic, you have frowned,
Scorn not the Sonnet
By William Wordsworth

Scots, wha hae wi' Wallace bled,
Scots Wha Hae
By Robert Burns

Scrambled eggs and whiskey
Scrambled Eggs and Whiskey
By Hayden Carruth

Safe upon the solid rock the ugly houses stand:
Second Fig
By Edna St. Vincent Millay

Send forth the high falcon flying after the mind
Send Forth the High Falcon
By Léonie Adams

Sleep, love sleep,
Serenade
By Mary Weston Fordham

Speakin’ in general, I ’ave tried ’em all—
Sestina of the Tramp-Royal
By Rudyard Kipling

Shall earth no more inspire thee,
Shall earth no more inspire thee
By Emily Jane Brontë

Shattered glass in the street at Maryland and 10th:
Sharp Glass
By Minnie Bruce Pratt

She dwelt among the untrodden ways
She Dwelt among the Untrodden Ways
By William Wordsworth

She had a death in me, knees drawn up
She had a death in me
By Joan Houlihan

She lay all naked in her bed,
She Lay All Naked
By Anonymous

She walks in beauty, like the night
She Walks in Beauty
By Lord Byron (George Gordon)

She was a Phantom of delight
She Was a Phantom of Delight
By William Wordsworth

Skimming lightly, wheeling still,
Shiloh: A Requiem (April, 1862)
By Herman Melville

Silent, silent Night
Silent, Silent Night
By William Blake

Since there is no escape, since at the end
Since There Is No Escape
By Sara Teasdale

Since so ye please to hear me plain,
Since ye so Please
By Thomas Wyatt

Sing a song of sixpence,
Sing a Song of Sixpence
By Anonymous

Sing me a song of a lad that is gone,
Sing me a Song of a Lad that is Gone
By Robert Louis Stevenson

Southward with fleet of ice
Sir Humphrey Gilbert
By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Sir, say no more.
Sir, Say no More
By Trumbull Stickney

Shipped deckhand June of ’fifty-one
Six Sailors
By Irving Feldman

Swallows carve lake wind,
Skin Canoes
By Carolyn Forché

Someone has left us now
Small Elegy
By Reginald Gibbons

Simplicity so graven hurts the sense.
So Graven
By Josephine Miles

So they stood
So they stood
By Samuel Menashe

So, we'll go no more a roving
So We'll Go no More a Roving
By Lord Byron (George Gordon)

Soft falls the snow
Soft Falls the Snow
By Clyde Watson

St. Louis evenings spoiling under electric lights
Some Are Dead and Some Are Living
By Colleen J. McElroy

Standing in line at the SuperSave, it all falls
Some Assembly Required
By George Bradley

Some keep the Sabbath going to Church –
Some keep the Sabbath going to Church – (236)
By Emily Dickinson

Sometimes with one I love I fill myself with rage for fear I effuse unreturn’d love,
Sometimes with One I Love
By Walt Whitman

Somewhere or other there must surely be
Somewhere or Other
By Christina Rossetti

Sweet beast, I have gone prowling,
Song
By W. D. Snodgrass

Sometimes I,
Song of the Thunders
By Anonymous

Sweetest love, I do not go,
Song: Sweetest love, I do not go
By John Donne

Since laws were made, for every degree,
Songs from The Beggar’s Opera: Air XXVII-“Green Sleeves”
By John Gay

Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea
Sonnet LXV: Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea
By William Shakespeare

Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Sonnet XVIII: Shall I Compare Thee to a Summer’s Day?
By William Shakespeare

Science! true daughter of Old Time thou art!
Sonnet-To Science
By Edgar Allan Poe

Soon, O Ianthe! life is o’er,
Soon, O Ianthe! Life is O'er
By Walter Savage Landor

Sorrow like a ceaseless rain
Sorrow
By Edna St. Vincent Millay

Spring, the sweet spring, is the year’s pleasant king,
Spring, the sweet spring
By Thomas Nashe

Stand whoso list upon the slipper top
Stand Whoso List
By Thomas Wyatt

She need not be selfish but he may add
from Stanzas in Meditation: Stanza XIV
By Gertrude Stein

Should they may be they might if they delight
from Stanzas in Meditation: Stanza XV
By Gertrude Stein

Snarls, bread trucks, yeast
Starlings
By W. S. Di Piero

Stella this day is thirty-four,
Stella's Birthday March 13, 1719
By Jonathan Swift

Somebody been giving you Stink Eye?
Stink Eye
By Cathy Song

She turned to gold and fell in love.
Strangers
By Annie Finch

Success is counted sweetest
Success is counted sweetest (112)
By Emily Dickinson

Sing, cuccu, nu. Sing, cuccu.
Sumer is i-cumin in
By Anonymous

Suppose, my little lady,
Suppose
By Phoebe Cary

Surfaces serve
Surfaces
By Kay Ryan

Surgeons must be very careful
Surgeons must be very careful (156)
By Emily Dickinson

Surprised by joy—impatient as the Wind
Surprised by Joy
By William Wordsworth

Sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet tea.
Susie Asado
By Gertrude Stein

Suzanna socked me Sunday,
Suzanna Socked Me Sunday
By Jack Prelutsky

Spring comes little, a little. All April it rains.
Swifts
By Anne Stevenson

Swimming in the swimming pool
Swimming Ool
By Kenn Nesbitt

Some things I do not profess
The Abduction
By Stanley Kunitz

Sunday, September Sunday ... Outdoors,
The Appalachian Book of the Dead
By Charles Wright

She was thinner, with a mannered gauntness
The Bistro Styx
By Rita Dove

Sprinting across the freeway just ahead of them having set his left foot down
The cars
By Kathleen Fraser

Soft kisses may be innocent;
The Caution
By Catherine Cockburn

Suddenly I saw the cold and rook-delighting heaven
The Cold Heaven
By William Butler Yeats

Since we still had some hardtack
The Companions in Hades
By George Seferis

Slope-shouldered, thin,
The Corner Grocery Store
By Walter McDonald

Sing, cuccu, nu. Sing, cuccu.
The Cuckoo Song
By Anonymous

Sparrows tapping your shutters louvres? snow owls
The Depot
By Anne Winters

Sweet Auburn, loveliest village of the plain,
The Deserted Village
By Oliver Goldsmith

Sometimes you watch them going out to sea
The Diving Apprentices
By Christopher Middleton

So there stood Matthew Arnold and this girl
The Dover Bitch: A Criticism of Life
By Anthony Hecht

Southbound, downwardly mobile in
The Dow Is Off
By Norman Williams

Sleep softly . . . eagle forgotten . . . under the stone.
The Eagle That Is Forgotten
By Vachel Lindsay

See this house, how dark it is
The Empty House
By Walter De La Mare

Sweet smell of phlox drifting across the lawn—
The End of Summer
By Rachel Hadas

Spirit that breathest through my lattice, thou
The Evening Wind
By William Cullen Bryant

So, so breake off this last lamenting kisse,
The Expiration
By John Donne

Sing now the heavy furniture of the fall,
The Fall of Troy
By Rachel Hadas

Several of my cousins lean up against the house, taking long drags
The Feed
By M.L. Smoker

She came to see the bones
The Girl Who Buried Snakes in a Jar
By John Haines

So there’s a cabbie in Cairo named Deif.
The Golden Schlemiel
By Irving Feldman

Some say it’s in the reptilian dance
The Greatest Grandeur
By Pattiann Rogers

She is sixty. She lives
The Greatest Love
By Anna Swir

Sometimes she is a child within mine arms,
The House of Life: 22. Heart's Haven
By Dante Gabriel Rossetti

She sang beyond the genius of the sea.
The Idea of Order at Key West
By Wallace Stevens

Samaden, the Julier, Tiefenkasten... the raw egg
The Immoralist
By Norman Dubie

Saint Augustine! well hast thou said,
The Ladder of St. Augustine
By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Smoothed by sleep and ruffled by your dreams
The Lake
By Daryl Hine

Saturday, April 5. Welles’s Othello:
The Last Movie
By Rachel Hadas

Snow melts into the earth and a gentle breeze
The Late Wisconsin Spring
By John Koethe

Somebody’s baby was buried to-day—
The Little White Hearse
By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Strephon kissed me in the spring,
The Look
By Sara Teasdale

Suppose your mere existence sickened you,
The Madness of Emperors
By George Bradley

She awoke
The Mermaid in the Hospital
By Nuala Ní Dhomhnaill

Some species can crack pavement with their shoots
The Miscarriage
By Amit Majmudar

She raised her head. With hot and glittering eye,
The Mother’s Charge
By Charlotte Anna Perkins Gilman

Some dictator or other had gone into exile, and now reports were coming about his regime,
The Nail
By C. K. Williams

Snow everywhere, like the salt
The Neon Artist in December
By Linda Bierds

Somewhat back from the village street
The Old Clock on the Stairs
By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Stellar dust has settled.
The Origin of Order
By Pattiann Rogers

Stuck on the fridge, our favorite pin-up girl
The Oven Loves the TV Set
By Heather McHugh

Sitting between the sea and the buildings
The Painter
By John Ashbery

See with what simplicity
The Picture of Little T. C. in a Prospect of Flowers
By Andrew Marvell

Snapping turtles in the pond eat bass, sunfish,
The Pond
By Gregory Orr

Sometimes, the naked taste of potato
The Potato Eaters
By Leonard E. Nathan

Sweet and low, sweet and low,
The Princess: Sweet and Low
By Alfred, Lord Tennyson

She always writes poems. This summer
The Problem of Fiction
By Marie Ponsot

Soft falls the shower, the thunders cease!
The Rainbow
By Charlotte Richardson

She said: the pitying audience melt in tears,
The Rape of the Lock: Canto 5
By Alexander Pope

so much depends
The Red Cadillac
By Reginald O'Hare Gibson

so much depends
The Red Wheelbarrow
By William Carlos Williams

So little done, at my age,
The Shadow
By Hilda Morley

Smudged here with betel juice, burnished there
The Sheets
By Anonymous

So the tide forgets, as morning
The Shore
By David St. John

Saturday afternoon. The barracks is almost empty.
The Soldier
By David Ferry

Scaling ladders with buckets of white enamel,
The Stars and the Moon
By Grace Schulman

She dances to the wheeze of my lungs. Were she taller,
The Three-Legged Dog at the Heart of Our Home
By Linda Gregerson

So from the ground we felt that virtue branch
The Transfiguration
By Edwin Muir

Swift as a spirit hastening to his task
The Triumph of Life
By Percy Bysshe Shelley

Suddenly a whistle
The whistle
By Marin Sorescu

Sorrow is my own yard
The Widow’s Lament in Springtime
By William Carlos Williams

She is the woman hanging from the 13th floor
The Woman Hanging From The Thirteenth Floor Window
By Joy Harjo

She arrived as near to virginal
There Came a Soul
By Rita Dove

Sundays too my father got up early
Those Winter Sundays
By Robert E. Hayden

Since you are, dear madam, so favoured by time,
To a Lady, Who Sent the Author a Present of a Fashionable Bonnet
By Elizabeth Moody

Since man with that inconstancy was born,
from To Alexis In Answer to His Poem Against Fruition
By Aphra Behn

Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,
To Autumn
By John Keats

Standing aloof in giant ignorance,
To Homer
By John Keats

Since you dare Brave me, with a Rivals Name,
To My Rival
By Ephelia

Stone-cutters fighting time with marble, you foredefeated
To The Stone-Cutters
By Robinson Jeffers

Such are the little memories of you;
To Theodore
By George Marion McClellan

So here hath been dawning
Today
By Thomas Carlyle

Snow’s been melting too soon—
Too Much of a Good Thing
By Jimmy Santiago Baca

Summer is late, my heart.
Touch Me
By Stanley Kunitz

She was in love with the same danger
Triolet
By Sandra McPherson

She's like a singer straying slowly off key
Trying to Write a Poem While the Couple in the Apartment Overhead Make Love
By David Wagoner

Shed a tear for Twickham Tweer
Twickham Tweer
By Jack Prelutsky

Speciously individual
Untitled Poem [“Speciously individual ...”]
By Alan Dugan

See how the archèd earth does here
Upon the Hill and Grove at Bilbrough
By Andrew Marvell

simplicity
Valentine
By Tom Pickard

Sometimes I dream what’s called the male dream:
Venetian Coda
By John Koethe

Stand to one side. No, over here with me:
Venetian Interior, 1889
By Richard Howard

Since Persia fell at Marathon,
Villanelle of Change
By Edwin Arlington Robinson

Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright,
Virtue
By George Herbert

Strong ankled, sun burned, almost naked,
Vitamins and Roughage
By Kenneth Rexroth

Since you ask, most days I cannot remember.
Wanting to Die
By Anne Sexton

Sounds are heard too high for ears,
Watching Television
By Robert Bly

Sidewalks of webs and weeds
Webs and Weeds
By Colleen J. McElroy

See where the windows are boarded up,
Where Are the Waters of Childhood?
By Mark Strand

sometimes you know
Why I Might Go to the Next Football Game
By Denis Johnson

She goes out to hang the windchime
Windchime
By Tony Hoagland

stripped batting of cloud
Winter Journal: Threshed Blue, Cardings, Dim Tonsils
By Emily Wilson

slant hand of beech leaves
Winter Journal: Wind Thumbs through Woods
By Emily Wilson

Some prowl sea-beds, some hurtle to a star
X-Ray
By Dannie Abse

See the various Poems the scene of which is laid upon the banks of the Yarrow; in particular, the exquisite Ballad of Hamilton beginning--
Yarrow Unvisited
By William Wordsworth

Sixty-two, sixty-three, I most remember
Yesterdays
By Robert Creeley

Sometimes in our sleep we touch
You
By Frank Stanford

Sulky what-ifs.
You Know What People Say
By James Galvin

She holds it up to see it better,
Younger Woman Shopping for a Blouse
By Laura Kasischke

Strange bird,
Youth
By James Wright