There are 656 Poems that have a first line beginning with "w"

William Zanzinger killed poor Hattie Carroll
"The Lonesome Death of Hattie Carroll"
By Bob Dylan

Weep you no more, sad fountains;
"Weep You No More, Sad Fountains"
By Anonymous

Where the bee sucks, there suck I:
"Where the Bee Sucks, There Suck I"
By William Shakespeare

Who is Silvia? what is she,
"Who is Silvia?"
By William Shakespeare

Why art thou silent! Is thy love a plant
"Why art thou silent! Is thy love a plant"
By William Wordsworth

When I think of the man who lived in the house
2212 West Flower Street
By Michael Collier

Wedlock, as old Men note, hath likened been,
III Mon. May [1734] hath xxxi days.
By Benjamin Franklin

Would you hear of an old-time sea-fight?
Song of Myself: 35
By Walt Whitman

What of her glass without her? The blank gray
The House of Life LIII: Without Her
By Dante Gabriel Rossetti

What are aesthetic values and why do
thinking I think I think
By Charles Bernstein

Wise, size of a peachpit, nut-
A Case of Netsuke
By Mary Jo Salter

Where hot pipes
A Chapter from the Garden
By Diane Ackerman

Windy today and I feel less than brilliant,
A Color of the Sky
By Tony Hoagland

Why were you born when the snow was falling?
A Dirge
By Christina Rossetti

Weasel and the Ponce were having a confab
A Fable
By August Kleinzahler

What torture lurks within a single thought
A Fixed Idea
By Amy Lowell

Who is that creature
A Gift
By Kathryn Starbuck

Whatever went wrong, that week, was more than weather:
A Hairline Fracture
By Amy Clampitt

While it is true
A Historical Footnote to Consider Only When All Else Fails
By Nikki Giovanni

We are walking our very public attraction
A History of Sexual Preference
By Robin Becker

What is a home? A guarded space,
A Home
By Sarah C. Woolsey

Wilt thou forgive that sin where I begun,
A Hymn to God the Father
By John Donne

Who was my teacher at Harvard. Did not wear overcoat
A Momentary Longing To Hear Sad Advice from One Long Dead
By Kenneth Koch

We who must act as handmaidens
A Muse of Water
By Carolyn Kizer

We shall meet again, in Srinagar,
A Pastoral
By Agha Shahid Ali

What can I say to you, darling,
A Poem Without a Single Bird in It
By Jack Spicer

When I must come to you, O my God, I pray
A Prayer to Go to Paradise with the Donkeys
By Francis Jammes

When the trains come into strange cities
A Second Train Song for Gary
By Jack Spicer

When I watch the living meet,
A Shropshire Lad XII: When I watch the living meet
By A. E. Housman

When he was four years old, he stood at the window during a
A Son with a Future
By Charles Reznikoff

What thoughts I have of you tonight Walt Whitman, for I
A Supermarket in California
By Allen Ginsberg

What do you mean by rashes of ash? Is industry
A Test of Poetry
By Charles Bernstein

What she is waiting for never arrives
A Visit
By Tom Sleigh

When I was a boy, a relative
A Way to Make a Living
By James Wright

When biting Boreas, fell and doure,
A Winter Night
By Robert Burns

Where all the trees bear golden flowers,
Across the Border
By Sophie Jewett

When the first dark had fallen around them
Adam and Eve
By Marjorie Pickthall

We chose this animal to be our pet.
Adam Waking
By Katie Peterson

We sat together at one summer’s end,
Adam’s Curse
By William Butler Yeats

What way does the wind come? What way does he go?
Address to A Child During A Boisterous Winter Evening
By Dorothy Wordsworth

Wind whistling, as it does
Advent
By Mary Jo Salter

When you come, as you soon must, to the streets of our city,
Advice to a Prophet
By Richard Wilbur

When you gain her Affection, take care to preserve it;
Advice to Her Son on Marriage
By Mary Barber

Welcome to this
Affekt Funereal / Affekt Jamboree
By Rodrigo Toscano

Whispering to each handhold, “I'll be back,”
After Arguing against the Contention That Art Must Come from Discontent
By William E. Stafford

When a child is born, the parents say
After Su Tung P'o
By Heather McHugh

When Clifford wasn’t back to camp by nine,
After the Wilderness
By Andrew Hudgins

When the summer fields are mown,
Aftermath
By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Who will you point to? In the needle's eye,
Against Pluralism
By Donald Revell

We brown boys
Alameda Street
By Douglas Kearney

What if we got outside ourselves and there
Altruism
By Molly Peacock

We met in proud Utah and wore opaque
Always
By Rane Arroyo

We don’t lack people here on the Northern coast,
Amusing Our Daughters
By Carolyn Kizer

When that rich soul which to her heaven is gone,
An Anatomy of the World
By John Donne

When you said that you wanted to be useful
An Argument
By Stanley Moss

When she came into his room he was asleep
An Awful Story
By Michael Collier

Weep with me, all you that read
An Epitaph on S.P.
By Ben Jonson

Where dost thou careless lie,
An Ode to Himself
By Ben Jonson

When a creature dies ... the flesh
An Offering
By John Reibetanz

What well-heeled knuckle-head, straight from the unisex
An Old Malediction
By Anthony Hecht

When we first moved here, pulled
An Oregon Message
By William E. Stafford

Whenever I touch the cairn
Animal Caution
By Chase Twichell

What passing-bells for these who die as cattle?
Anthem for Doomed Youth
By Wilfred Owen

When we are out of gas,
ANWR
By Sherwin Bitsui

When a beautiful woman wakes up,
Arrows
By Tony Hoagland

What can be compared to
Associations with a View from the House
By Carl Rakosi

Where be the roses gone, which sweetened so our eyes?
Astrophel and Stella CII: "Where be the roses gone, which sweetened so our eyes?"
By Philip Sidney

Who will in fairest book of nature know
Astrophel and Stella LXXI
By Philip Sidney

When Nature made her chief work, Stella's eyes,
Astrophel and Stella VII
By Philip Sidney

What, have I thus betrayed my liberty?
Astrophel and Stella XLVII
By Philip Sidney

With how sad steps, O moon, thou climb’st the skies!
Astrophel and Stella XXX: "With how sad steps, O moon, thou climb'st the skies!"
By Philip Sidney

With how sad steps, O Moon, thou climb'st the skies!
Astrophel and Stella XXXI
By Philip Sidney

Who wielded the chisel
At Chartres
By Katy Didden

When my grandfather came back
At Stanley Bay
By Gregory Djanikian

Wyatt, with no insurance on his own head,
“Himself let him unknown contain”
By Tom Clark

Womanhood, wanton, ye want:
“Womanhood, wanton, ye want”
By John Skelton

Waiting for breakfast, while she brushed her hair,
‘Waiting for breakfast, while she brushed her hair’
By Philip Larkin

What did he do except lie
Banneker
By Rita Dove

When I fall asleep, and even during sleep,
Baudelaire
By Delmore Schwartz

While you walk the water’s edge,
Beach Glass
By Amy Clampitt

Whenever we wake,
Beautiful Signor
By Cyrus Cassells

What if I didn’t shoot the old lady
Beautiful Wreckage
By W.D. Ehrhart

When the medication she was taking
Beauty
By Tony Hoagland

We stripped in the first warm spring night
Belle Isle, 1949
By Philip Levine

We’ve our business to attend Day’s duties,
Bending the Bow
By Robert Duncan

Whose was that gentle voice, that, whispering sweet,
Bereavement
By William Lisle Bowles

Where the remote Bermudas ride
Bermudas
By Andrew Marvell

When I ran, it rained. Late in the afternoon—
Between the Wars
By Robert Hass

When I see birches bend to left and right
Birches
By Robert Frost

We’re through, we’re through, we’re through, we’re through, we’re through
Blue-Crested Cry
By Jennifer Reeser

Whose broken window is a cry of art
Boy Breaking Glass
By Gwendolyn Brooks

Watch the fire undress him,
Burlesque
By Amaud Jamaul Johnson

We tied branches to our helmets.
Camouflaging the Chimera
By Yusef Komunyakaa

When the mule balked, he hit him
Cane
By Cleopatra Mathis

We lived in the lucky world—
Canned Food Drive
By Kathleen Lynch

We are always
Carrying a Ladder
By Kay Ryan

We make our meek adjustments,
Chaplinesque
By Hart Crane

Who is the happy Warrior? Who is he
Character of the Happy Warrior
By William Wordsworth

With only his dim lantern
Charon’s Cosmology
By Charles Simic

When you grow up, what will you do?
Chatty Cathy Villanelle
By David Trinidad

When I was a child I knew red miners
Childhood
By Margaret Walker

When children play the livelong day,
Children in Slavery
By Eliza Lee Follen

When you take the lost road
Circle of Lorca
By Frank Stanford

We reconstruct lives in the intensive
Clan Meeting: Births and Nations: A Blood Song
By Michael S. Harper

What have I trained for what
Close Path
By Mary Kinzie

Walking back to the office after lunch,
Clothes
By Edgar Bowers

What can it avail
from Colin Clout
By John Skelton

We have done what we wanted.
Coming to This
By Mark Strand

We smile at each other
Conversation
By Ai

When Abraham Lincoln was shoveled into the tombs, he forgot the copperheads and the assassin ... in the dust, in the cool tombs.
Cool Tombs
By Carl Sandburg

What is thy thought of me?
Coquette et Froide
By Julia Ward Howe

Whom should I consult? Philosophers
Counselors
By Robert Fitzgerald

We sentimentalize the weaver, the hands
Creel
By Robert Wrigley

We sail out of season into an oyster-gray wind,
Crossing the Atlantic
By Anne Sexton

When the rooster jumps up on the windowsill
Cuba, 1962
By Ai

What is Hope? A smiling rainbow
Cui Bono
By Thomas Carlyle

Wait on the corner of Isla Verde & Tartak
Cultural Stakes; or, How To Learn English as a Second Language
By Kevin A. González

Water sheets on the old stone of the cellar walls,
Damp Rot
By John Engels

What are the bugles blowin’ for?' said Files-on-Parade.
Danny Deever
By Rudyard Kipling

What are days for?
Days
By Philip Larkin

What was the future then but affirmation,
Days of '74
By Mark Jarman

What will be served for our reception
Dear Friend
By Dean Young

Wines of the great châteaux
Death the Mexican Revolutionary
By Anthony Hecht

What do I owe to you
Debt
By Sara Teasdale

We had a city also. Hand in hand
Decline and Fall
By John Frederick Nims

When the last fight is lost, the last sword broken;
Defeated
By Sophie Jewett

What is desire
Definitely
By Mary Jo Bang

When men shall find thy flower, thy glory pass,
Delia XXXVII
By Samuel Daniel

Where true Love burns Desire is Love’s pure flame;
Desire
By Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Whatever we do, whether we light
Dilemma
By David Ignatow

when you drop
Don’t Be Flip
By Todd Boss

When Reuben Pantier ran away and threw me
Dora Williams
By Edgar Lee Masters

Whatever city or country road
Double Elegy
By Michael S. Harper

Well aren't you the harsh necessity,
Double Rainbow
By James Galvin

Where sunless rivers weep
Dream Land
By Christina Rossetti

We call out to each other from adjacent rooms.
Drift
By Mary Kinzie

When the fire bell rang its two short, one long
Drill
By Michael Collier

We drive between lakes just turning green;
Driving through Minnesota During the Hanoi Bombings
By Robert Bly

When my brother came home from war
During the War
By Philip Levine

While the man is away
Edward Hopper Study: Hotel Room
By Victoria Chang

We can have our pick of seats.
Edward Hopper's New York Movie
By Joseph Stanton

We have a friend in common, the retired sophomore.
El Dorado
By John Ashbery

Whenever my father was left with nothing to do —
Elegy
By Anne Stevenson

Who keeps the owl’s breath? Whose eyes desire?
Elegy (“Who keeps the owl’s breath?”)
By David St. John

What sacramental hurt that brings
Emily Brontë
By Louise Imogen Guiney

We shall come tomorrow morning, who were not to have her love,
Emily Hardcastle, Spinster
By John Crowe Ransom

When summer ended
Emplumada
By Lorna Dee Cervantes

We were riding through frozen fields in a wagon at dawn.
Encounter
By Czeslaw Milosz

We walk by the sea-shore
Episode
By Zbigniew Herbert

What on Earth deserves our trust?
Epitaph
By Katherine Philips

Wouldst thou hear what man can say
Epitaph on Elizabeth, L. H.
By Ben Jonson

Written on a slat of a railway car:
from Epitaphs
By Abraham Sutzkever

Why hast thou nothing in thy face?
Eros
By Robert Bridges

What am I to you now that you are no
Ever After
By Joyce Sutphen

When a man knows another man
Everybody Who is Dead
By Frank Stanford

What I like about your country
Everyone Has a House
By Kate Gale

Wipe away tears,
Everything Is Free
By George Elliott Clarke

When love was a question, the message arrived
Ex Machina
By Linda Gregerson

What I have in mind is the last wilderness.
Explorers Cry Out Unheard
By Marie Ponsot

When first, descending from the moorlands,
Extempore Effusion upon the Death of James Hogg
By William Wordsworth

We traveled down to see your house,
Failed Tribute to the Stonemason of Tor House, Robinson Jeffers
By James Tate

why am i doing this? Failure
Failures in Infinitives
By Bernadette Mayer

With the seal of science
Faith
By Linda Pastan

What are we bound for? What’s the yield
Faith
By Louis Untermeyer

When I wake now it’s below ocherous, saw-ridged
Fall River
By David Rivard

When you swim in the surf off Seal Rocks, and your family
Family
By Josephine Miles

Winter. Time to eat fat
February
By Margaret Atwood

What’s the matter with you today
Fence Repair
By David Lee

When we go out into the fields of learning
Fields of Learning
By Josephine Miles

Wherever the flamingo goes,
Flamingo Watching
By Kay Ryan

We deemed the secret lost, the spirit gone,
Flaxman
By Margaret Fuller

We knew the rules and punishments:
Flesh of John Brown's Flesh: 2 December 1859
By Geoffrey Brock

When over the flowery, sharp pasture’s
Flowers by the Sea
By William Carlos Williams

Where can a man buy a cap for his knee?
Foolish Questions
By William Cole

What’s the French for “fiddle-de-dee”?
For “Fiddle-de-de”
By John Hollander

When the lights come on at five o'clock on street corners
For Futures
By Josephine Miles

where is the poetry of resistance,
For the Consideration of Poets
By Haki Madhubuti

We heard swifts feeding in air,
Forest Children
By Colette Inez

What makes for a happier life, Josh, comes to this:
Found Letter
By Joshua Weiner

Water: no matter how much, there is still not enough.
Fountains in the sea
By Marin Sorescu

Whom should I choose for my Judge? the earnest, impersonal reader,
Fragment 5: Whom should I choose for my Judge?
By Samuel Taylor Coleridge

When Hope but made Tranquillity be felt--
Fragment 7: When Hope but made Tranquillity be felt
By Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Water and windmills, greenness, Islets green;--
Fragment 9: The Netherlands
By Samuel Taylor Coleridge

When it is finally ours, this freedom, this liberty, this beautiful
Frederick Douglass
By Robert E. Hayden

What shall become of me
From Another Sky
By Pierre Reverdy

We are tender and our lives are sweet
Funny Strange
By Jennifer Michael Hecht

We know the story.
Generation
By Rae Armantrout

Where the mind is without fear and the head is held high;
Gitanjali 35
By Rabindranath Tagore

When she rises in the morning
Gloire de Dijon
By D. H. (David Herbert) Lawrence

When I wake up, I can remember touching the back of your neck, the cut of your hair blunt under my fingers.
Gnostic
By Honor Moore

When they confess that they have lost the penial bone and outer space is
God Bless America
By John Fuller

We have been cruising, half a block
Going Back
By Gregory Djanikian

Wedding night
Graciela
By Gary Soto

When I have heard small talk about great men
Grandeur of Ghosts
By Siegfried Sassoon

What do I find right at the center of my interpersonal
Greeting Verses
By A. R. Ammons

What is it to grow old?
Growing Old
By Matthew Arnold

We’re having a Halloween party at school.
Halloween Party
By Kenn Nesbitt

Went down home ’bout a year ago
Hard-time blues
By William Waring Cuney

What happens to a dream deferred?
Harlem
By Langston Hughes

What is a woman that you forsake her,
Harp Song of the Dane Women
By Rudyard Kipling

When the wind
Have You Prayed
By Li-Young Lee

What did I know, what did I know
Hayden
By Amaud Jamaul Johnson

We need the ceremony of one another,
Hazard Faces a Sunday in the Decline
By William Meredith

When I’d picture my death, I would be lying on my back,
Heaven to Be
By Sharon Olds

What’s geography? What difference what mountain
Height Is the Distance Down
By Mary Barnard

We have forgotten Paris, and his fate.
Helen Grown Old
By Janet Loxley Lewis

With a boil the size of an egg
Her Name is Rose
By Peter Pereira

When the swordsman fell in Kurosawa’s Seven Samurai
Heroic Simile
By Robert Hass

When I see a couple of kids
High Windows
By Philip Larkin

When I a verse shall make,
His Prayer to Ben Jonson
By Robert Herrick

When the most intense revivals swept
Holy Cussing
By Robert Morgan

Whether on the boulevard or gravel backroad,
Home Fire
By Linda Parsons Marion

We drove through the gates
Homecoming
By Keith Althaus

We are the smiling comfortable homes
Homes
By Charlotte Anna Perkins Gilman

What does the horse give you
Horse
By Louise Glück

When I was a boy here,
Horses
By Wendell Berry

When the windows of the West Side clash like cymbals in the setting sunlight,
Hymn of Not Much Praise for New York City
By Thomas James Merton

When I am dead and over me bright April
I Shall not Care
By Sara Teasdale

We watched from the house
I Was Sleeping Where the Black Oaks Move
By Louise Erdrich

While I wait around in the supermarket.
I Write a Book
By Dara Wier

White horses, tails high, rise from the cedar.
I’uni Kwi Athi? Hiatho.
By Roberta Hill Whiteman

Why should your fair eyes with such sovereign grace
Idea XLIII: Why should your fair eyes with such sovereign grace
By Michael Drayton

When I tell you that cultural ritual is an artifice
If We Were Honest
By Albert Goldbarth

What fools they are to believe the angels
Imagining Their Own Hymns
By Brigit Pegeen Kelly

While you, great patron of mankind, sustain
Imitations of Horace
By Alexander Pope

We are born with dreams in our hearts,
Immigrants in Our Own Land
By Jimmy Santiago Baca

When we first heard from blocks away
In
By Andrew Hudgins

What if the moon was essence of quinine
In Another Room I Am Drinking Eggs from a Boot
By Frank Stanford

With trembling fingers did we weave
In Memoriam A. H. H. OBIIT MDCCCXXXIII: 30
By Alfred, Lord Tennyson

When on my bed the moonlight falls,
In Memoriam A. H. H. OBIIT MDCCCXXXIII: 67
By Alfred, Lord Tennyson

When snow like sheep lay in the fold
In Memory of Jane Fraser
By Geoffrey Hill

We came so trustingly, for love, but these
In the Cold Country
By Barbara Howes

What seemed a mystery was
In the Meantime
By Lisa Olstein

Whenever I see two women
In These Soft Trinities
By Patricia Goedicke

Where is the promise of my years;
Infelix
By Adah Isaacs Menken

With the body of a morbid hanging doll
Inside the Ghost Volcano
By Will Alexander

Winter
Into Death Bravely
By Jimmy Santiago Baca

Why are the things that have no death
Irony
By Louis Untermeyer

We were apart; yet, day by day,
Isolation: To Marguerite
By Matthew Arnold

Winter came as it does in this valley.
It Was Winter
By Czeslaw Milosz

What if I know, Liebknecht, who shot you dead.
January 1919
By Christopher Middleton

When weird John Brown, driving
John Brown’ s Face
By Kevin Stein

When John Henry was a little tiny baby
John Henry
By Anonymous

Who says that fictions only and false hair
Jordan (I)
By George Herbert

What never comes when called.
Joy
By Alan Shapiro

When beauty breaks and falls asunder
Juan’s Song
By Louise Bogan

We lay down in the graveyard, hinged there.
July
By Kazim Ali

When I was a boy and a man would die
June Twenty, Three Days After
By Miller Williams

When I think of my kindness which is tentative and quiet
Kind
By Josephine Miles

We are things of dry hours and the involuntary plan,
kitchenette building
By Gwendolyn Brooks

Who includes diversity and is Nature,
Kosmos
By Walt Whitman

When you move away, you see how much depends
Landscape, Dense with Trees
By Ellen Bryant Voigt

We are, once more, in Mrs. Goodman’s class,
Latin
By Herbert Morris

Wanting is reposed and plump
Leaflet on Wooing
By Lucie Brock-Broido

Wahiawa is still
Leaving
By Cathy Song

Where the slow river
Leda
By H. D.

White founts falling in the courts of the sun,
Lepanto
By G. K. Chesterton

When your footpads
Less Than Two Minutes
By W. S. Di Piero

What brings me alive
Liar
By Charlie Smith

When liberty is headlong girl
Liberty
By Archibald MacLeish

Who knows this or that?
Limits
By Ralph Waldo Emerson

Would I might rouse the Lincoln in you all,
Lincoln
By Vachel Lindsay

When the Norn Mother saw the Whirlwind Hour
Lincoln, Man of the People
By Edwin Markham

Withouten you
Little Elegy
By Elinor Wylie

When men were all asleep the snow came flying,
London Snow
By Robert Bridges

Who has not waked to list the busy sounds
London’s Summer Morning
By Mary Robinson

When I am grown to man's estate
Looking Forward
By Robert Louis Stevenson

Who knows but that Meriwether Lewis’s
Louisiana Purchase
By Charlie Smith

We cannot live, except thus mutually
Love
By Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Where the quiet-coloured end of evening smiles,
Love among the Ruins
By Robert Browning

Whatever it may be, we may suppose
Love Recidivus
By Lisa Barnett

When Ma Rainey
Ma Rainey
By Sterling A. Brown

We passed old farmer Boothby in the field.
Magic
By Louis Untermeyer

When he had suckled there, he began
Magnificat
By Eleanor Wilner

Why decide in advance what to do. Eucalyptus trees their shiny
Many Colored Squares
By Philip Whalen

With blackest moss the flower-plots
Mariana
By Alfred, Lord Tennyson

With one black shadow at its feet,
Mariana in the South
By Alfred, Lord Tennyson

Why should a foolish marriage vow,
Marriage a-la-Mode
By John Dryden

when your man comes home from prison,
martha promise receives leadbelly, 1935
By Tyehimba Jess

We fought in Salem,
Massachusetts
By Terry Wolverton

What links are ours with orbs that are
Meditation under Stars
By George Meredith

When Miriam Tazewell heard the tempest bursting
Miriam Tazewell
By John Crowe Ransom

We have a crazy mixed-up school.
Mixed-Up School
By X J Kennedy

What are we first? First, animals; and next
Modern Love XXX
By George Meredith

What soul would bargain for a cure that brings
Modern Love: XIV
By George Meredith

What may the woman labour to confess?
Modern Love: XXII
By George Meredith

When the traveller in the pasture meets the he-bull in his pride,
More Females of the Species
By Charlotte Anna Perkins Gilman

Why do we bother with the rest of the day,
Morning
By Billy Collins

We’re all dreamers; we don’t know who we are.
Mother and Child
By Louise Glück

Well, son, I’ll tell you:
Mother to Son
By Langston Hughes

Where does such sadness in wood come
Mountain Dulcimer
By Robert Morgan

Wake up,
Mrs. Adam
By Kathleen Norris

Wait Mister. Which way is home?
Music Swims Back to Me
By Anne Sexton

When I sat for a moment in the bleachers
My Daughter at the Gymnastics Party
By David Bottoms

We must be slow and delicate; return
My Generation Reading the Newspapers
By Kenneth Patchen

We married for acceptance: to stall the nagging
My Second Marriage To My First Husband
By Alice Fulton

What do we need for love—a midnight fire
Need
By Babette Deutsch

We stood by a pond that winter day,
Neutral Tones
By Thomas Hardy

We knew.
New
By Gertrude Stein

When I brood on Germany in the night
Night Thoughts
By Mark Rudman

White decorators interested in Art,
Nights of 1964—1966: The Old Reliable
By Marilyn Hacker

Who did he talk to
Notes for Echo Lake 4
By Michael Palmer

We remember so little,
Notes for the First Line of a Spanish Poem
By James Galvin

Was I so poor
Notes on Poverty
By Hayden Carruth

With her one horrid eye persistently unfastened, a vigilant bird
Novelette
By Adrian Blevins

We lie in that other darkness, ourselves.
Now That My Father Lies Down Beside Me
By Stanley Plumly

We lived in province snow range
O Heart Uncovered
By Joseph Ceravolo

We boys, the neighborhood’s barefoot
Occupation 1943
By Saadi Youssef

With last night’s wine still singing in my head,
Ode 487
By Hafiz

What slender youth, bedew’d with liquid odors,
Ode I, 5: To Pyrrha
By Horace

Who gave thee, O Beauty,
Ode to Beauty
By Ralph Waldo Emerson

We have memorized America,
Of History and Hope
By Miller Williams

When we for age could neither read nor write,
Of the Last Verses in the Book
By Edmund Waller

We stayed the night in the pathless gorge of Ventana Creek, up the east fork.
Oh Lovely Rock
By Robinson Jeffers

Way down upon de Swanee ribber,
Old Folks at Home
By Stephen C. Foster

We won’t pretend we’re not hungry for distinction
On Distinction
By A. F. Moritz

With Donne, whose muse on dromedary trots,
On Donne's Poetry
By Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Would you believe, when you this monsieur see,
On English Monsieur
By Ben Jonson

When the first mechanical picker had stripped the field,
On Pickiness
By Rodney Jones

When the walkers-on-water went under,
On Quaking Bog
By Ben Belitt

Whether or not shadows are of the substance
On Seeing the Wind at Hope Mansell
By Geoffrey Hill

What needs my Shakespeare for his honoured bones
On Shakespeare. 1630
By John Milton

When bodies broken and all bodies seared
On the Crash of an Airliner at Takeoff
By Calvin Thomas

When one of them moved through the center of Selefkia
One of Their Gods
By C. P. Cavafy

Watching that frenzy of insects above the bush of white flowers,
Onset
By Kim Addonizio

Whirl up, sea—
Oread
By H. D.

When he first brought his music into hell
Orpheus in Hell
By Jack Spicer

We’re headed for empty-headedness,
Out of Metropolis
By Lynn Emanuel

Waiting for your ride in front of the house
Overnight Guest
By Ruth Stone

Who, who had only seen wings,
Paired Things
By Kay Ryan

When he read in the obituary section that he was dead, the famous author
Parable of the Desultory Slut
By Tony Barnstone

While spoon-feeding him with one hand
Parkinson’s Disease
By Galway Kinnell

When others run to windows or out of doors
Part for the Whole
By Robert Francis

We have gone out in boats upon the sea at night,
Passage over Water
By Robert Duncan

wolves of music weave their way at a run
Pastoral
By Bei Dao

What do I want in these rooms papered with visions of money?
Paterson
By Allen Ginsberg

We had two gardens.
Paths
By John Montague

Wild, wild the storm, and the sea high running,
Patroling Barnegat
By Walt Whitman

When she came to visit me, I turned my face to the wall—
Pediatrics
By Carol Muske-Dukes

Well, jipes! I floored the Chevy/
Perseus in Arkansas
By Diane Glancy

Wondered Knob-Cracker at Stout-Heart:
Pillow Talk
By John Fuller

We go on and we tremble.
Pits
By Frank Stanford

Who knows whether the sea heals or corrodes?
Plague of Dead Sharks
By Alan Dugan

We dine at Adorno and return to my Beauvoir.
Platonic Love
By Curt Anderson

Wheel of sorrow, centerless.
Playroom
By Mary Barnard

When the rain hits the snake in the head,
Poem
By Frank Stanford

We’re down here in the basement
Poem for Bernard
By Amy Gerstler

What will we do
Poem for Nana
By June Jordan

Would it surprise you to learn
Posthumous
By Jean Nordhaus

What she and I had between us once, America
from Powers of Thirteen: 29 [An Old Song]
By John Hollander

Whitecaps surge in from some infinite distance
Prehistoric
By Claire Malroux

Why is the word pretty so underrated?
Pretty
By Stevie Smith

We here at Progressive Health would like to thank you
Progressive Health
By Carl Dennis

Where the old trees reign with their forward dark
Provinces
By C. D. Wright

When Isr’el, freed from Pharaoh’s hand,
Psalm 114
By Isaac Watts

When Israel came from Egypt’s coast,
Psalm 114
By Christopher Smart

We were functioning as one; it was a flying dream.
Quest of the Prell
By J. Allyn Rosser

Would you believe it, I got lost again
Rakestreet
By Harry Clifton

When you hear me singing
Rat Song
By Margaret Atwood

When the breeze of a joyful dawn blew free
Recollections of the Arabian Nights
By Alfred, Lord Tennyson

We were very tired, we were very merry—
Recuerdo
By Edna St. Vincent Millay

What can you say about Pennsylvania
Returning Native
By John Updike

Whenever Richard Cory went down town,
Richard Cory
By Edwin Arlington Robinson

When he movd into the house
Right Justly
By Diane Glancy

When we river,
River
By Sherwin Bitsui

Who will wed the Dowager’s youngest daughter,
Romance of a Youngest Daughter
By John Crowe Ransom

What shall the world do with its children?
Romans Angry about the Inner World
By Robert Bly

When Britain first, at heaven's command,
Rule Britannia
By James Thomson

What I want most is what I deeply fear:
Russell Market
By Maurya Simon

Who has the moral high ground?
Rwanda: Where Tears Have No Power
By Haki Madhubuti

We have come far south.
San Onofre, California
By Carolyn Forché

When fall brought the graders to Atlas Road,
Scavenging the Wall
By R. T. Smith

What if I were turned on by seemingly innocent words such as “scumble,” “pinky,”
Scumble
By Rae Armantrout

We gave our dogs a button to sniff,
Searchers
By D. Nurkse

When descends on the Atlantic
Seaweed
By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

When the Deluge had passed,
Second Adam
By Ben Belitt

When you’re up against a trouble,
See It Through
By Edgar Albert Guest

We rise from the snow where we’ve
Selective Service
By Carolyn Forché

Weary of myself, and sick of asking
Self-Dependence
By Matthew Arnold

When the sun goes down, they told me,
Seneca
By Marin Sorescu

William cut a hole in his Levi’s pocket
Seniors
By Alberto Ríos

without the grand old British Museum
Serena I
By Samuel Beckett

When visiting a distant (and imponderable) shire,
Sestina: As There Are Support Groups, There Are Support Words
By Albert Goldbarth

When I died, the circulating library
Seth Compton
By Edgar Lee Masters

Whose sense in so evil consort, their stepdame Nature lays,
Seventh Song
By Philip Sidney

We will go no more to Shaemus, at the Nip,
Shaemus
By Conrad Aiken

What have I done that I should find myself
Sheep Language
By Hilda Morley

While this America settles in the mould of its vulgarity, heavily thickening to empire,
Shine, Perishing Republic
By Robinson Jeffers

We speak of mankind.
Shore Line
By Carl Rakosi

Where the snow effigies stood
Skid
By Carol Muske-Dukes

We cannot push ourselves away
Sleep Cycle
By Dean Young

When the snake bit
Snake
By Dannie Abse

What is the head
Some Last Questions
By W. S. Merwin

What's the bird ratio overhead?
Some Questions about the Storm
By Hilda Raz

When the fog burns off and the air's pulverized
Son of Fog
By Dean Young

Why, Damon, why, why, why so pressing?
Song
By Lady Mary Chudleigh

What voice is this, thou evening gale!
Song
By Joanna Baillie

Wintah, summah, snow er shine,
Song (Wintah, summah, snow er shine)
By Paul Laurence Dunbar

White coat and purple coat
Song for Pythagoras
By Dannie Abse

When tunes jigged nimbler than the blood
Song from a Country Fair
By Léonie Adams

We, the Fairies, blithe and antic,
Song of Fairies Robbing an Orchard
By Leigh Hunt

Woodcutter.
Song of the Barren Orange Tree
By Federico García Lorca

We pulled for you when the wind was against us and the sails were low.
Song of the Galley-Slaves
By Rudyard Kipling

Why so pale and wan fond lover?
Song: Why so pale and wan fond lover?
By Sir John Suckling

When that I was and a little tiny boy,
Songs from the Plays - "When that I was and a little tiny boy"
By William Shakespeare

When in the chronicle of wasted time
Sonnet CVI: When in the Chronicle of Wasted Time
By William Shakespeare

Whoever hath her wish, thou hast thy Will,
Sonnet CXXXV: Whoever hath her wish, thou hast thy Will
By William Shakespeare

When my love swears that she is made of truth,
Sonnet CXXXVIII: When my love swears that she is made of truth
By William Shakespeare

When forty winters shall besiege thy brow
Sonnet II: When forty winters shall besiege thy brow
By William Shakespeare

What is your substance, whereof are you made,
Sonnet LIII: "What is your substance, whereof are you made"
By William Shakespeare

When I have seen by Time's fell hand defac'd
Sonnet LXIV: When I have Seen by Time's Fell Hand Defaced
By William Shakespeare

Why is my verse so barren of new pride,
Sonnet LXXVI: Why is my verse so barren of new pride
By William Shakespeare

While one sere leaf, that parting Autumn yields,
Sonnet LXXXIV
By Anna Seward

When I do count the clock that tells the time,
Sonnet XII: "When I do count the clock that tells the time"
By William Shakespeare

When I consider everything that grows
Sonnet XV: When I Consider everything that Grows
By William Shakespeare

When, in disgrace with fortune and men’s eyes,
Sonnet XXIX: When, in disgrace with fortune and men’s eyes
By William Shakespeare

When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
Sonnet XXX: When to the Sessions of Sweet Silent Thought
By William Shakespeare

While summer roses all their glory yield
Sonnet: To the Poppy
By Anna Seward

When our two souls stand up erect and strong,
Sonnets from the Portuguese 22: When our Two Souls
By Elizabeth Barrett Browning

When I hurt you and cast you off, that was buccaneer work:
Sorry
By Roddy Lumsden

We’re walking one evening on the flank of a hill
South Seas
By Cesare Pavese

Water-flesh gleamed like mica:
Speckled Trout
By Ron Rash

When daisies pied and violets blue
Spring
By William Shakespeare

With the warmer days the shops on Elmwood
Spring Letter
By Carl Dennis

Why am I if I am uncertain reasons may inclose.
from Stanzas in Meditation: Stanza LXXXIII
By Gertrude Stein

Why can pansies be their aid or paths.
from Stanzas in Meditation: Stanza V
By Gertrude Stein

When you live in Jerusalem you begin
Stones
By Shirley Kaufman

Whose woods these are I think I know.
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
By Robert Frost

Who have no heaven come
String Quartet
By Babette Deutsch

What could have been the big to-do
Subway Seethe
By J. Allyn Rosser

Was he then Adam of the Burning Way?
Such Is the Sickness of Many a Good Thing
By Robert Duncan

When clouds turn heavy, rich
Summer Downpour on Campus
By Juliana Gray

Where is my father?
Survival
By Primus St. John

Water drinks its paradise in the sea,
Sweat
By Miguel Hernández

What shall Presto do for pretty prattle
Swift
By Delmore Schwartz

Where they will bury me
Temporarily in Oxford
By Anne Stevenson

When first thou didst entice to thee my heart,
The Affliction (I)
By George Herbert

We were a Colored Clan of Kinfolk
The Afterbirth, 1931
By Nikky Finney

Who is this that comes in splendour, coming from the blazing East?
The Airy Christ
By Stevie Smith

When I know you are coming home
The Albatross
By Kate Bass

When by thy scorn, O murd'ress, I am dead
The Apparition
By John Donne

Why do you subdue yourself in golds and purples?
The Artist
By Amy Lowell

When the forests have been destroyed their darkness remains
The Asians Dying
By W. S. Merwin

Washing Kai in the sauna,
The Bath
By Gary Snyder

When beasts could speak (the learned say,
The Beasts' Confession
By Jonathan Swift

What say the Bells of San Blas
The Bells of San Blas
By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

We are a sad people, without hats.
The Bunny Gives Us a Lesson in Eternity
By Mary Ruefle

Whan that Aprille with his shoures soote,
The Canterbury Tales: General Prologue
By Geoffrey Chaucer

When first the apprizing eye and tongue that muttered
The Caveman on the Train
By John Frederick Nims

We are circling, glad of the battle: we
The Chant of the Vultures
By Edwin Markham

When my mother died I was very young,
The Chimney Sweeper: When my mother died I was very young
By William Blake

We live in secret cities
The Cities Inside Us
By Alberto Ríos

WHAT YOU HAVE HEARD is true. I was in his house. His wife carried
The Colonel
By Carolyn Forché

When the corn’s all cut and the bright stalks shine
The Corn-Stalk Fiddle
By Paul Laurence Dunbar

When for the thorns with which I long, too long,
The Coronet
By Andrew Marvell

Was it because
The Crow
By Kunst Judith McCune

We thought it would come, we thought the Germans would come,
The Curator
By Miller Williams

WELL, what's the matter ? there's a face
The Cut
By Ann Taylor

When the fierce north wind with his airy forces
The Day of Judgment
By Isaac Watts

When the beautiful young man drowned—
The Death of Antinoüs
By Mark Doty

What are these women up to? They’ve gone and strung
The Deodand
By Anthony Hecht

With focus sharp as Flemish-painted face
The Dome of Sunday
By Karl Shapiro

Whoso list to haunt could do worse than to
The Domestic Life of Ghosts
By Tom Clark

When awful darkness and silence reign
The Dong with a Luminous Nose
By Edward Lear

When fishes flew and forests walked
The Donkey
By G. K. Chesterton

Where, like a pillow on a bed
The Ecstasy
By John Donne

With this rain I am satisfied we will be together
The Fact of the Garden
By Minnie Bruce Pratt

We sold it. To a man
The Farm
By David Lee

When they knew what he had given them,
The Fire Fetched Down
By George Bradley

We sat within the farm-house old,
The Fire of Drift-wood
By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

What I wanted seemed little enough at the time.
The First Person
By David Baker

When I’m running across the city
The Flash Reverses Time
By A. Van Jordan

We don’t get any too much light;
The Flat-Hunter’s Way
By Franklin Pierce Adams

When I was a young man, I loved to write poems
The Foggy, Foggy Blue
By Delmore Schwartz

We sat across the table.
The friend
By Marge Piercy

Whoever comes to shroud me, do not harm
The Funeral
By John Donne

Who are you, reader, reading my poems an hundred years hence?
The Gardener 85
By Rabindranath Tagore

When, after many years, the raptor beak
The Halo That Would Not Light
By Lucie Brock-Broido

When he was my age and I was already a boy
The Harp
By Bruce Weigl

Watch thou and fear; to-morrow thou shalt die.
The House of Life: 72. The Choice, II
By Dante Gabriel Rossetti

We could wipe away a fly,
The Jungle Café
By Gary Soto

Where is the grave of Sir Arthur O'Kellyn?
The Knight's Tomb
By Samuel Taylor Coleridge

When we finally flip it over
The Lawn Mower
By Sarah Barber

When I put my finger to the hole they've cut for a dimmer switch
The Loaf
By Paul Muldoon

When I stood behind his desk chair
The Love Letters of Helen Pitts Douglass
By Michael S. Harper

When the sun’s whiteness closes around us
The Map
By Gary Soto

When the wind was right everything else
The Marriage in the Trees
By Stanley Plumly

We spend our morning
The Memory of Elena
By Carolyn Forché

We're going to need the minister
The Minister
By Anne Stevenson

When did you start your tricks
The Mosquito
By D. H. (David Herbert) Lawrence

With their harsh leaves old rhododendrons fill
The Mountain Cemetery
By Edgar Bowers

Whither excursive Fancy tends they Flight?
The Newspaper
By Penina Moise

What it showed was always the same—
The Night Mirror
By John Hollander

Who can say now,
The Old Codger’s Lament
By Carl Rakosi

W'en daih's chillun in de house,
The Old Front Gate
By Paul Laurence Dunbar

When despair for the world grows in me
The Peace of Wild Things
By Wendell Berry

Who would true Valour see
The Pilgrim
By John Bunyan

Who is your lady of love, O ye that pass
The Pilgrims
By Algernon Charles Swinburne

When you take your pill
The Pill Versus the Springhill Mine Disaster
By Richard Brautigan

With the second drink, at the restaurant,
The Promise
By Sharon Olds

While needles of the evergreen
The Question
By Ruth Stone

When my older brother
The Rain
By Zbigniew Herbert

What dire offence from am'rous causes springs,
The Rape of the Lock: Canto 1
By Alexander Pope

Well, she didn't kill herself that afternoon.
The Revisionist Dream
By Maxine W. Kumin

While my hair was still cut straight across my forehead
The River-Merchant’s Wife: A Letter
By Ezra Pound

When I woke, the waves had gone black,
The Sea Chews Things Up
By Cleopatra Mathis

We have a secret, just we three,
The Secret
By Anonymous

We were taken from the ore-bed and the mine,
The Secret of the Machines
By Rudyard Kipling

When first I walked here I hobbled
The Seekonk Woods
By Galway Kinnell

When they first came
The Shoes
By Brent Pallas

We went out
The Shout
By Simon Armitage

Wise emblem of our politic world,
The Snail
By Richard Lovelace

What of the bow?
The Song of the Bow
By Arthur Conan Doyle

What art thou, Spleen, which ev’ry thing dost ape?
The Spleen
By Anne Finch, Countess of Winchilsea

Whatever ’tis, whose beauty here below
The Star
By Henry Vaughan

Well I recall my Father’s wife,
The Step Mother
By Susanna Moodie

When I go away from you
The Taxi
By Amy Lowell

What bright soft thing is this?
The Tear
By Richard Crashaw

What had you been thinking about
The Tennis Court Oath
By John Ashbery

When the eye
The Third Hour of the Night
By Frank Bidart

When last we came this pleasant way
The Trespasser
By Ben Belitt

Woods. A stand, waiting for the bite, the teeth.
The Tune He Saw
By Cynthia Macdonald

Wind stirs the gauze from the stone
The Unveiling
By Jane Miller

Woman much missed, how you call to me, call to me,
The Voice
By Thomas Hardy

With what deep murmurs through time’s silent stealth
The Water-fall
By Henry Vaughan

What of this house with massive walls
The Widows’ House
By Sarah Orne Jewett

Would but indulgent Fortune send
The Wish
By Lady Mary Chudleigh

When the earth is turned in spring
The Worm
By Ralph Bergengren

When I go into the garden, there she is.
There She Is
By Linda Gregg

What a shame I’m not good at making my bed
Things I’m Not Good At
By Jeff Moss

Were it not for that photograph,
Thinking of Darwin
By Herbert Morris

Well, they are gone, and here must I remain,
This Lime-tree Bower my Prison
By Samuel Taylor Coleridge

When lying beneath a ponderosa
This Little Glade, Remember
By Pattiann Rogers

Where I live distance is the primal fact
Three Sonnets
By James Galvin

Wee, modest, crimson-tippèd flow'r,
To a Mountain Daisy
By Robert Burns

Wee, sleeket, cowran, tim’rous beastie,
To a Mouse
By Robert Burns

With lovers, ’twas of old the fashion
To a Young Lady, With Some Lampreys
By John Gay

When you had played with life a space
To a Young Poet who Killed Himself
By Joyce Kilmer

When Love with unconfinèd wings
To Althea, from Prison
By Richard Lovelace

Would that you were alive today, Catullus!
To Catullus
By Robert Bridges

Weigh me the fire; or canst thou find
To Find God
By Robert Herrick

which he must
To Help the Monkey Cross the River
By Thomas Lux

Why dost thou shade thy lovely face? O why
To His Mistress
By John Wilmot, Earl of Rochester

Well, honest John, how fare you now at home?
To John Clare
By John Clare

What crowding thoughts around me wake,
To Mrs K____, On Her Sending Me an English Christmas Plum-Cake at Paris
By Helen Maria Williams

We were so poor.
To My Brother
By Lorna Dee Cervantes

Well then; the promis'd hour is come at last;
To my Dear Friend Mr. Congreve on his Comedy Call'd the Double Dealer
By John Dryden

When from the world, I shall be tane,
To My Husband
By Eliza

When thou, poor excommunicate
To my Inconstant Mistress
By Thomas Carew

Why do I love? Go, ask the Glorious Sun
To One That Asked Me Why I Lov’d J.G.
By Ephelia

What wonder have you done to me?
To Tanya on My Sixtieth Birthday
By Wendell Berry

Where’er thy navy spreads her canvas wings,
To the King on his Navy
By Edmund Waller

Wife and servant are the same,
To the Ladies
By Lady Mary Chudleigh

When you are already here
To the Light of September
By W. S. Merwin

Whether on Ida's shady brow,
To the Muses
By William Blake

Whenever I look
To the Reader: Twilight
By Chase Twichell

Will you read my little pome,
To the Returned Girls
By Franklin Pierce Adams

Why reclining, interrogating? why myself and all drowsing?
To the States,
By Walt Whitman

Wearing a tawny lion pelt upon
to where
By David Ferry

Where are you now? Who lies beneath your spell tonight?
Tonight
By Agha Shahid Ali

We speak of the pain of childbirth, referring,
Touch
By Trevor West Knapp

Why so many senseless injuries? This one’s glass teeth
Touring the Doll Hospital
By Amy Gerstler

Where moonlight angles
Train Above Pedestrians
By Reginald Gibbons

When I woke up I was in a forest. The dark
Trillium
By Louise Glück

When my mother She who is not All at once
Triptych
By Samuel Menashe

With this he took his leve, and hom he wente;
from Troilus and Criseyde: Book II
By Geoffrey Chaucer

We made it from the ground-up corn in the old back pasture.
Truth Serum
By Naomi Shihab Nye

Who would be a turtle who could help it?
Turtle
By Kay Ryan

What a fuckup you are.
Tutelary
By Michael Ryan

When I feel the old hunger coming on,
Two Aunts
By Thomas James

With favoring winds, o'er sunlit seas,
Ultima Thule: Dedication to G. W. G.
By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

We have all seen them circling pastures,
Under the Vulture-Tree
By David Bottoms

When the sun and moon were in quadrature, when
Undone Song at Neap Tide
By Kathryn Starbuck

With the man I love who loves me not,
Union Square
By Sara Teasdale

Why feel guilty because the death of a lover causes lust?
Untitled Poem [“Why feel guilty because the death of a lover causes lust?”]
By Alan Dugan

Within this sober frame expect
Upon Appleton House, to my Lord Fairfax
By Andrew Marvell

Whenas in silks my Julia goes,
Upon Julia's Clothes
By Robert Herrick

We were sitting there, and
Uptick
By John Ashbery

What etiquette holds us back
Vestibule
By Chase Twichell

Walking past the open window, she is surprised
Visitation
By Jeffrey Harrison

When thou must home to shades of underground,
Vobiscum Est Iope
By Thomas Campion

Water opens without end
Voyage
By Samuel Menashe

With the smell of firebombing
Waiter in a California Vietnamese Restaurant
By Clarence Major

What are we waiting for, assembled in the forum?
Waiting for the Barbarians
By C. P. Cavafy

Wake me in South Galway, or better yet
Wake Me in South Galway
By Richard Tillinghast

White fog lifting & falling on mountain-brow
Wales Visitation
By Allen Ginsberg

walking down park
Walking Down Park
By Nikki Giovanni

Was he married, did he try
Was He Married?
By Stevie Smith

When the honey, fruit and flowery tablecloth were whisked from the table in one sweep, it flew of with a start. Entangled in the suffocating smoke of the curtains, it buzzed for a long time. At last it reached the window. It beat its weakening body repeatedly against the cold, solid air of the pane. In the last flutter of its wings drowsed the faith that the body’s unrest can awaken a wind carrying us to longed-for worlds.
Wasp
By Zbigniew Herbert

We used to like talking about grief
Ways of Talking
By Ha Jin

We have not long to love.
We Have Not Long To Love
By Tennessee Williams

We old dudes. We
We Old Dudes
By Joan Murray

We real cool. We
We Real Cool
By Gwendolyn Brooks

We wear the mask that grins and lies,
We Wear the Mask
By Paul Laurence Dunbar

Wee Willie Winkie runs through the town,
Wee Willie Winkie
By Anonymous

What the scale tells you is how much the earth
Weighing In
By Rhina P. Espaillat

What became of the dear
What Became
By Wesley McNair

We were supposed to do a job in Italy
What He Thought
By Heather McHugh

What length of verse can serve brave Mopsa’s good to show,
What Length of Verse?
By Philip Sidney

What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why,
What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why
By Edna St. Vincent Millay

What needeth these threnning words and wasted wind?
What Needeth these Threat'ning Words
By Thomas Wyatt

What should I say,
What should I Say
By Thomas Wyatt

We stand in the rain in a long line
What Work Is
By Philip Levine

We keep forgetting the world is alive
What's New?
By Philip Whalen

Whatever is we only know
Whatever Is
By Charlotte Anna Perkins Gilman

When all my five and country senses see,
When All My Five and Country Senses See
By Dylan Thomas

When ’midst the gay I meet
When ’Midst the Gay I Meet
By Thomas Moore

When daisies pied and violets blue
When Daisies Pied and Violets Blue
By William Shakespeare

When I am asked
When I Am Asked
By Lisel Mueller

When I am dead, my dearest,
When I am dead, my dearest
By Christina Rossetti

When I consider how my light is spent,
When I Consider How my Light is Spent
By John Milton

When I have fears that I may cease to be
When I have Fears That I May Cease to Be
By John Keats

When I heard at the close of the day how my name had been receiv’d with plaudits in the capitol, still it was not a happy night for me that follow’d,
When I Heard at the Close of the Day
By Walt Whitman

When I heard the learn’d astronomer,
When I Heard the Learn’d Astronomer
By Walt Whitman

When I was fair and young, then favor graced me.
When I Was Fair and Young
By Elizabeth I

When I was one-and-twenty
When I Was One-and-Twenty
By A. E. Housman

When in Wisconsin where I once had time
When in Wisconsin Where I Once Had Time
By John Engels

When last we parted, thou wert young and fair,
When Last We Parted
By Catherine Maria Fanshawe

When lovely woman stoops to folly,
When Lovely Woman Stoops to Folly
By Oliver Goldsmith

When on the marge of evening the last blue light is broken,
When on the Marge of Evening
By Louise Imogen Guiney

When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder’s in the shock,
When the Frost is on the Punkin
By James Whitcomb Riley

We were dreaming on an occupied island at the farthest edge
When the World Ended as We Knew It
By Joy Harjo

When thou must home to shades of underground,
When Thou Must Home to Shades of Underground
By Thomas Campion

When to her lute Corinna sings,
When to Her Lute Corinna Sings
By Thomas Campion

When you are not surprised, not surprised,
When You Are Not Surprised
By Conrad Aiken

When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
When You Are Old
By William Butler Yeats

When you see us lying scented
When You Watch Us Sleeping
By Pattiann Rogers

Wanting leads to worse than oddity.
Where I’ll Be Good
By Michael Ryan

Whether anger quickens a lagging stride,
Whether
By Alfred Corn

Webster was much possessed by death
Whispers of Immortality
By T. S. Eliot

Whether this is time or snow, passing
White Darkness
By Virginia Hamilton Adair

Who has seen the wind?
Who Has Seen the Wind?
By Christina Rossetti

Who kills my history knows
Who kills my history
By Joan Houlihan

Whoever you are holding me now in hand,
Whoever You Are Holding Me Now in Hand
By Walt Whitman

Whoso list to hunt, I know where is an hind,
Whoso List to Hunt, I Know where is an Hind
By Thomas Wyatt

Wild nights - Wild nights!
Wild nights - Wild nights! (269)
By Emily Dickinson

When the world turns completely upside down
Wild Peaches
By Elinor Wylie

Willie had a stubborn wart
Willie’s Wart
By Kenn Nesbitt

When the cow died by the green sapling,
Windows
By Linda Bierds

Whenever the moon and stars are set,
Windy Nights
By Robert Louis Stevenson

We have
Wings
By Miroslav Holub

Who e’er she be
Wishes to his (Supposed) Mistress
By Richard Crashaw

Words shouting, singing, smiling, frowning—
With a Book
By Ambrose Bierce

Women have no wilderness in them,
Women
By Louise Bogan

Women Or they
Women
By May Swenson

Whatever it was they were celebrating
Women in Profile: Bas-Relief, Left Section Missing
By Susan Mitchell

won't you celebrate with me
won't you celebrate with me
By Lucille Clifton

We would go down to the fish market early
Words from Confinement
By Cesare Pavese

Wyatt resteth here, that quick could never rest;
Wyatt Resteth Here
By Henry Howard, earl of Surrey

Wynken, Blynken, and Nod one night
Wynken, Blynken, and Nod
By Eugene Field

We have almost reached the pond;
Yellow from a Distance
By Karen Whalley

What can a yellow glove mean in a world of motorcars and governments?
Yellow Glove
By Naomi Shihab Nye

Written on clapboard or asbestos siding, the cartoony
Zeus and Apollo
By David Rivard

We have struck the regions wherein we are keel or reef.
Zone
By Louise Bogan

Where the western zun, unclouded,
Zun-zet
By William Barnes

What horror to awake at night
[What horror to awake at night]
By Lorine Niedecker