There are 181 Poems that have a first line beginning with "y"

You who want
"You who want ..."
By Hadewijch

Yet to die. Unalone still.
“Yet to die. Unalone still.”
By Osip Mandelstam

You used to say, “June?
1977: Poem for Mrs. Fannie Lou Hamer
By June Jordan

You have come into a clearing in the woods
A Clearing in the Woods
By Thomas P. Lynch

You, Never-You, the new vessel.
A Private Matter
By Carol Muske-Dukes

YES, thou art gone! and never more
A Reminiscence
By Anne Brontë

You know our office on the 18th
Above the City
By James Laughlin

You could almost think the word synonymous
Adventures in New Testament Greek: Nous
By Scott Cairns

You call me to the bath, where
After The Pillow Book
By Peter Pereira

You do look a little ill.
Alcohol
By Franz Wright

Ye tradefull Merchants that with every weary toyle,
Amoretti XV: Ye tradefull Merchants that with every weary toyle
By Edmund Spenser

Yes, I've been in Rome, at least two times,
An Interview
By Oskar Pastior

Yea, thou shalt be forgotten like spilt wine,
from Anactoria
By Algernon Charles Swinburne

You’ve got to believe, she says,
Annunciation
By Shirley Kaufman

You are a ukulele beyond my microphone
Any Lit
By Harryette Mullen

You that do search for every purling spring
Astrophel and Stella XV
By Philip Sidney

Your words my friend (right healthful caustics) blame
Astrophel and Stella XXI
By Philip Sidney

You are amazed to find trees in Venice —
“The Vision of Saint Augustine”
By Beverley Bie

you lie in bed listening,
Baldwin
By E. Ethelbert Miller

You let your shirt hang down
Bastille
By Pierre Martory

You are a friend then, as I make it out,
Ben Jonson Entertains a Man from Stratford
By Edwin Arlington Robinson

You could drive blind
Blind Curse
By Simon Joseph Ortiz

You take a kitchen-mallet
Brief reflection on killing the Christmas carp
By Miroslav Holub

You little stars that live in skies
Caelica IV
By Fulke Greville

You do understand I've waited long enough
Complaint: To the Muse
By Philip Whalen

Your joke
Concord Hymn
By Jack Spicer

Your landscape sickens with a dry disease
Conscription Camp
By Karl Shapiro

You take a rock, your hand is hard.
Constructive
By Heather McHugh

You do not do, you do not do
Daddy
By Sylvia Plath

You can come to me in the evening,
Dark Harvest
By Joseph Millar

You whom I could not save
Dedication
By Czeslaw Milosz

You might come here Sunday on a whim.
Degrees of Gray in Philipsburg
By Richard F. Hugo

You may “have” sex—
Disown
By Rae Armantrout

you see so many
East of New Haven
By Carolyn M. Rodgers

Yield prompt compliance to the maid’s desires;
from Elegies, I.iv
By Tibullus

You slave away into your old age
Elegy 1969
By Mark Strand

You don't need a pony
Elegy on Toy Piano
By Dean Young

You’ll need a corpse, your own or someone else’s.
Embalming
By Scott Cairns

Ye learned sisters which have oftentimes
Epithalamion
By Edmund Spenser

You sway like a crane to the tunes of tossed stones.
Fierce Girl Playing Hopscotch
By Alice Fulton

Yesterday I wanted to
For Love
By Robert Creeley

You must not wonder, though you think it strange,
For That He Looked Not upon Her
By George Gascoigne

You will get your full measure.
Full Measure
By Kay Ryan

You are clear
Garden
By H. D.

You ask me what since we must part
Gifts
By Juliana Horatia Ewing

you are falling
Glow Flesh
By Victor Hernández Cruz

You know,
Go Ahead, Seaver
By Phil Rizzuto

You may talk o’ gin and beer
Gunga Din
By Rudyard Kipling

You have the balls to say you will be with me
Hendecasyllables on Catullus #33
By Bernadette Mayer

Ye banks, and braes, and streams around
Highland Mary
By Robert Burns

Your parents had reached a long slow time,
Home Again Home Again
By A. F. Moritz

You dweller in the dark cabin,
Hymn from a Watermelon Pavilion
By Wallace Stevens

You can shuffle and scuffle and scold,
In A/C with Ghosts
By Kenneth Slessor

You sit in a chair, touched by nothing, feeling
In Celebration
By Mark Strand

You may hear that your heartbeat is uneven
In Cities, Be Alert
By Annie Finch

You say, but with no touch of scorn,
In Memoriam A. H. H. OBIIT MDCCCXXXIII: 96
By Alfred, Lord Tennyson

Yes, my darling, when life’s shadows
In Memorium: Alphonse Campbell Fordham
By Mary Weston Fordham

Ye say they all have passed away,
Indian Names
By Lydia Huntley Sigourney

You have not conquered me—it is the surge
Infidelity
By Louis Untermeyer

Your mother called it
Ironing After Midnight
By Marsha Truman Cooper

You’re right in life’s chamber music
Island (#2)
By Yang Lian

Your bow swept over a string, and a long low note quivered to the air.
Jan Kubelik
By Carl Sandburg

Your jewel box of white balsa strips
Jewel Box
By Eamon Grennan

Your dying was a difficult enterprise.
Lament
By Thom Gunn

You must laugh at yourself, laugh and laugh.
from Lessons From Television
By Susan Stewart

Yes, nonsense is a treasure!
Lines on Nonsense
By Eliza Lee Follen

You wept in your mother's arms
Listening
By David Ignatow

You are the bread and the knife,
Litany
By Billy Collins

You couples lying
Lost Content
By A. F. Moritz

You may think, passer-by, that Fate
Lyman King
By Edgar Lee Masters

Years later they find themselves talking
Marriage
By Lawrence Raab

Yes, but beyond happiness what is there?
Mason Jars by the Window
By Alberto Ríos

You have only to wait, they will find you.
Messengers
By Louise Glück

You could say, I suppose, that he ate his way out,
Mingus in Diaspora
By William Matthews

Yet it was plain she struggled, and that salt
Modern Love: VIII
By George Meredith

You were never a man
Moraine for Bob
By Joanna Fuhrman

You’re like

Movie
By Eileen Myles

You are sitting in Mrs. Caldera’s kitchen,
Mrs. Caldera’s House of Things
By Gregory Djanikian

You want to know what work is?
My Father Teaches Me to Dream
By Jan Beatty

You take the mortar; I’ll take the pestle,
Negotiation
By Lisa Olstein

Your body, hard vowels
Nina's Blues
By Cornelius Eady

You died. And because you were Greek they gave you
None
By Hayden Carruth

You hear the roadhouse before you see it,
Northern Exposures
By G. E. Murray

Ye distant spires, ye antique tow'rs,
Ode on a Distant Prospect of Eton College
By Thomas Gray

Yellow pines No ever no green except
One Morning
By Emmy Pérez

Years later, the water still drips—
Out of Town
By Piotr Sommer

You could grow into it,
Over and Over Tune
By Ioanna Carlsen

Ye tender young virgins attend to my lay,
Perplexity: A Poem
By Elizabeth Hands

You said you would kill it this morning.
Pheasant
By Sylvia Plath

Your mind and you are our Sargasso Sea,
Portrait d'une Femme
By Ezra Pound

Your petitions—though they continue to bear
Possible Answers to Prayer
By Scott Cairns

Your head is still
Prayer for My Father
By Robert Bly

You could drive out of this country
Prodigal
By Bob Hicok

Ye congregation of the tribes,
Psalm 58
By Christopher Smart

You know how hard it is sometimes just to walk on the streets downtown, how everything enters you
Quantum
By Kim Addonizio

yum yum the stars are out. I'll never forget how you
rape
By Patti Smith

You work with what you are given,
Rebus
By Jane Hirshfield

You that are dear, O you above the rest!
Reserve
By Louise Imogen Guiney

Your nurse could only speak Italian,
Sailing Home from Rapallo
By Robert Lowell

You who I don’t know I don’t know how to talk to you
Sanctuary
By Jean Valentine

You were in bed.
Saving Minutes
By Jonathan Galassi

Your absence has gone through me
Separation
By W. S. Merwin

You follow close behind me,
Slow Dancing on the Highway:
the Trip North
By Elizabeth Hobbs

You don’t listen to what I say.
Song
By John Fuller

You shout my name
Song
By Brenda Cárdenas

You rose from our embrace and the small light spread
Sonnet #10
By Hayden Carruth

You can’t imagine the goats
Sphere
By Kate Gale

You may write me down in history
Still I Rise
By Maya Angelou

you politely ask me not to die and i promise not to
Superbly Situated
By Robert Hershon

You might as well take a razor
Talking Richard Wilson Blues, by Richard Clay Wilson
By Denis Johnson

You had to win the sweepstakes
Terror of the Future / 4
By Matthea Harvey

You may think it strange, Sam, that I'm writing
The Afterlife: Letter to Sam Hamill
By Hayden Carruth

You were carried here by hands
The Ashes
By Karin Gottshall

Ye Sons of Great Britain! come join with me
The Battle of Omdurman
By William McGonagall

Ye sons of Great Britain, come join with me,
The Battle of Tel-el-Kebir
By William McGonagall

You have dragged me on through the wild wood ways,
The Body to the Soul
By Eva Gore-Booth

You never wrote the small green book
The Book of the Deer, the Bear and the Elk
By Henry Carlile

You better not fool with a Bumblebee!—
The Bumblebee
By James Whitcomb Riley

You said: “I’ll go to another country, go to another shore,
The City
By C. P. Cavafy

You’ll never know an animal
The Considerate Soft-Shelled Phizzint
By Shel Silverstein

You see, they have no judgment.
The Drowned Children
By Louise Glück

Your hands lie open in the long fresh grass,—
The House of Life: 19. Silent Noon
By Dante Gabriel Rossetti

You can tell by how he lists
The Hush of the Very Good
By Todd Boss

You who began inside me,
The Little Book of Hand Shadows
By Deborah Digges

You could figure it as a trapdoor,
The Lodger
By Fiona Sampson

Your face did not rot
The Lost Pilot
By James Tate

You are the problem I propose,
The Metaphysical Amorist
By J. V. Cunningham

You would extend the mind beyond the act,
The Moralists
By Yvor Winters

Ye living lamps, by whose dear light
The Mower to the Glow-Worms
By Andrew Marvell

Young man—
The Prodigal Son
By James Weldon Johnson

Yes, injured Woman! rise, assert thy right!
The Rights of Women
By Anna Lætitia Barbauld

You, my friends, and you strangers, all of you,
The Sheep in the Ruins
By Archibald MacLeish

You told people I would know easily what the murdered
The Shopping-Bag Lady
By Linda Gregg

You couldn’t pack a Broadwood half a mile—
The Song of the Banjo
By Rudyard Kipling

You would not recognize me.
The Tourist From Syracuse
By Donald Justice

Ye aspiring ones, listen to the story of the unknown
The Unknown
By Edgar Lee Masters

You’re clean shaven in this country
The Vegetable Air
By Cathy Song

You were a girl of satin and gauze
The Wheel Revolves
By Kenneth Rexroth

You who see our homes at night
Tierra del Fuego
By Adam Zagajewski

You perished, in a toyland, of surprise;
To a Child in Heaven
By Richard Emil Braun

You’ve gotten in through the transom
To a Child Trapped in a Barbershop
By Philip Levine

You give me the slip between garlic and lilies,
To a Ring I Lost Planting Bulbs
By Sarah Barber

You do not come dramatically, with dragons
To Failure
By Philip Larkin

You change a life
To Judgment: An Assay
By Jane Hirshfield

Yes! in the sea of life enisled,
To Marguerite: Continued
By Matthew Arnold

You’re still there in the spectral impress,
To My Old City
By W. S. Di Piero

You are riding the bus again
To Myself
By Franz Wright

You were my mentor. Without knowing it,
To R.D., March 4th 1988
By Denise Levertov

You are young, and I am older;
To Rosa
By Abraham Lincoln

You who are happy in a thousand homes,
To The Indifferent Women
By Charlotte Anna Perkins Gilman

You brave Heroique Minds,
To the Virginian Voyage
By Michael Drayton

You also, our first great,
To Whistler, American
By Ezra Pound

You should have heard the soldiers’ feet
Town Hall, Fifteenth Arrondissement
By Pierre Martory

Ysidro calls me at night, meeya carra. his big
True Confessions Variations
By Lynn Crosbie

You keep me waiting in a truck
Twenty-year Marriage
By Ai

You saved me, you should remember me.
Vita Nova
By Louise Glück

You put on an ornate ballgown
Watching the Complex Train-Track Changes
By Bernadette Mayer

Your dust will be upon the wind
What the Sexton Said
By Vachel Lindsay

You can say the broken word but cannot speak
Wheel
By Michael Palmer

you gave me a white rose
White Rose
By Tom Pickard

Yes, the heart aches, but you know or think you know it could be
White Water
By Eamon Grennan

You knew I was coming for you, little one,
Windigo
By Louise Erdrich

Yankee Doodle went to town,
Yankee Doodle
By Anonymous

Ye flowery banks o' bonie Doon,
Ye Flowery Banks (Bonie Doon)
By Robert Burns

Yesterday, the sunshine made the air glow
Yesterday
By Jimmy Santiago Baca

You are Jehovah, and I am a wanderer.
You and I
By Stanley Moss

You can't even buy a soda. You can only
You Can't Buy Shoes in a Painting
By Jill Osier

You charm'd me not with that fair face
You charm'd me not with that fair face
By John Dryden

You could pick it up by the loose flap of a roof
You Could Pick It Up
By Patricia Goedicke

You told me the son of Acton’s town nurse
You Got a Song, Man
By Martín Espada

You have what I look for, what I long for, what I love,
You Have What I Look For
By Jaime Sabines

You know where you did despise
You know where you did despise
By Alexander Pope

You left me – Sire – two Legacies –
You left me – Sire – two Legacies – (713)
By Emily Dickinson

You love a woman and you wonder where she goes all night in some tricked-
You Love, You Wonder
By Brenda Shaughnessy

You say, Columbus with his argosies
You Say, Columbus with his Argosies
By Trumbull Stickney

You smiled, you spoke, and I believed,
You Smiled, You Spoke, and I Believed
By Walter Savage Landor

You that I loved all my life long,
You That I Loved
By A. F. Moritz

You were like the young
You were like the young fig tree
By Miguel Hernández

You who wronged a simple man
You Who Wronged
By Czeslaw Milosz

You are like me, you will die too, but not today:
You, Therefore
By Reginald Shepherd

You jerk you didn't call me up
[Sonnet] You jerk you didn't call me up
By Bernadette Mayer