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Poems found:
O Black and Unknown Bards by James Weldon Johnson
O black and unknown bards of long ago
O Captain! My Captain! by Walt Whitman
O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done, The
O Little Root of a Dream by Paul Celan
O little root of a dream
O Me! O Life! by Walt Whitman
O'Connor at Andalusia by Floyd Skloot
It came with the steady pace of dusk
O, Gather Me the Rose by William Ernest Henley
O, gather me the rose, the rose
Oblivion Speaks by Sarah Manguso
I am not here to ruin you.
Obviously by Ben Doller
The curtain is kind
Occasioned by General Washington's Arrival in Philadelphia, On His Way to His Residence in Virginia by Philip Freneau
The great, unequal conflict past
Occurrences across the Chromatic Scale by Reginald Shepherd
The way air is at the same time
October by Robert Frost
O hushed October morning mild
October (section I) by Louise Glück
Is it winter again, is it cold again,
October 14—The Dow Closes Up 10015 by Susan Briante
I bleed a little, peyote tea waits in the refrigerator
October 27, 1989 by Ed Ochester
He was in a hotel in Baltimore
Odd Jobs by Jericho Brown
I spent what light Saturday sent sweating
Ode on a Grecian Urn by John Keats
Thou still unravish'd bride of quietness,
Ode on Dictionaries by Barbara Hamby
A-bomb is how it begins with a big bang on page
Ode on Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood by William Wordsworth
There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream,
Ode on My Episiotomy by Kimberly Johnson
Forget pearls, lace-edged kerchiefs, roomy pleats
Ode on Periods by Bernadette Mayer
the penis is something that fits into the vagina
Ode on the death of a favorite cat by Thomas Gray
Twas on a lofty vase's side
Ode to a Dressmaker's Dummy by Donald Justice
O my coy darling, still
Ode to a Flower in Casarsa by Pier Paolo Pasolini
Desert flower, flowers from the garland
Ode to a Nightingale by John Keats
My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains
Ode to My Hands by Tim Seibles
Five-legged pocket spiders, knuckled
Ode to Spring by Frederick Seidel
I can only find words for
Ode to the Air Traffic Controller by Joshua Beckman
Melbourne, Perth, Darwin, Townsville
Ode to the Confederate Dead by Allen Tate
Row after row with strict impunity
Ode to the West Wind by Percy Bysshe Shelley
O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being,
Odysseus to Telemachus by Joseph Brodsky
My dear Telemachus,
Of Being Numerous, 12 by George Oppen
'In these explanations it is presumed that an experiencing
Of Being Numerous, 13 by George Oppen
unable to begin
Of Being Numerous, 15 by George Oppen
Chorus (androgynous): 'Find me
Of Being Numerous, 24 by George Oppen
In this nation
Of Being Numerous, 32 by George Oppen
Only that it should be beautiful
Of Being Numerous, 33 by George Oppen
Which is ours, which is ourselves,
Of Being Numerous, 40 by George Oppen
The capitol grows upon one in time
Of Distress Being Humiliated by the Classical Chinese Poets by Hayden Carruth
Masters, the mock orange is blooming in Syracuse without
Of Many Worlds in This World by Margaret Cavendish
Just like as in a nest of boxes round
Of Memory and Distance by Russell Edson
It’s a scientific fact that anyone entering the distance will
Of Politics, & Art by Norman Dubie
Here, on the farthest point of the peninsula
Of Seals, and Our Smiles by Michael Benedikt
The last time they did any harm to anyone was probably thousands
Often I Am Permitted to Return to a Meadow by Robert Duncan
as if it were a scene made-up by the mind,
Oh stay at home, my lad, and plough by A. E. Housman
Oh stay at home, my lad, and plough
Oh Who Is That Young Sinner by A. E. Housman
Oh who is that young sinner with the handcuffs on his wrists
Oh, atlas by Joshua Beckman
Oh, atlas
Oil & Steel by Henri Cole
My father lived in a dirty dish mausoleum
Oklahoma City: The Aftermath by Ira Sadoff
Sometimes I'm so lachrymose I forget I was there
Old Black Men by Georgia Douglas Johnson
They have dreamed as young men dream
Old Coat by Liam Rector
Dressed in an old coat I lumber
Old English riddle by Anonymous
My dress is silent when I tread the ground
Old Photographs by Gabeba Baderoon
On my desk is a photograph of you
Old Santeclaus by Clement Clark Moore
Old Santeclaus with much delight
Olympia by Henri Cole
Tired, hungry, hot, I climbed the steep slope
On 52nd Street by Philip Levine
Down sat Bud, raised his hands,
On a Door by Jordan Davis
With practice I could fold a rose
On a Hanging Scroll By Shih K'ofa by Steve Lautermilch
the character / shu,
On a Line from Valéry (The Gulf War) by Carolyn Kizer
The whole green sky is dying. The last tree flares
On a Night Like This by Michael Teig
When he couldn't sleep and his sight got going
On A Pair of Garters by Sir John Davies
Go, loving woodbine, clip with lovely grace
On Anti-Biography by Will Alexander
For me, biography is a lantern, burning in the midst of parenthetical opaqueness
On Becoming a Poet in the 1950s by Stephen Beal
There was love and there was trees.
On Being Brought from Africa to America by Phillis Wheatley
'Twas mercy brought me from my Pagan land,
On First Looking into Chapman's Homer by John Keats
Much have I traveled in the realms of gold
On Gifts For Grace by Bernadette Mayer
I saw a great teapot
On Halloween by Janet Little
Some folk in courts for pleasure sue
On Hearing of the Intention of a Gentleman to Purchase the Poet's Freedom by George Moses Horton
When on life's ocean first I spread my sail,
On His Deceased Wife by John Milton
Me thought I saw my late espousèd Saint
On His Seventy-fifth Birthday by Walter Savage Landor
I strove with none; for none was worth my strife
On Liberty and Slavery by George Moses Horton
Alas! and am I born for this,
On Living by Nazim Hikmet
Living is no laughing matter:
On Looking for Models by Alan Dugan
The trees in time
On Moving Again by Liz Waldner
This evening, walking along the long field
On My First Son by Ben Jonson
Farewell, thou child of my right hand, and joy;
On Poet-Ape by Ben Jonson
Poor Poet-Ape, that would be thought our chief,
On Quitting by Edgar Guest
How much grit do you think you've got
On Reflection by Anne Stevenson
That fire in the garden's an illusion
On Seeing Larry Rivers' Washington Crossing the Delaware at the Museum of Modern Art by Frank O'Hara
Now that our hero has come back to us
On Seeing the Elgin Marbles by John Keats
My spirit is too weak—mortality
On Shakespeare by John Milton
What needs my Shakespeare for his honour'd Bones
On Snow by James Parton
From Heaven I fall, though from earth I begin
On Some Shells Found Inland by Trumbull Stickney
These are my murmur-laden shells that keep
On Summer by George Moses Horton
Esteville begins to burn
On the Beach at Night Alone by Walt Whitman
On the beach at night alone
On the Circuit by W. H. Auden
Among pelagian travelers,
On the Day of Nixon's Funeral by Ira Sadoff
It's time to put the aside the old resentments; lies
On the Disadvantages of Central Heating by Amy Clampitt
cold nights on the farm, a sock-shod
On the Grasshopper and the Cricket by John Keats
The poetry of earth is never dead:
On the Medusa of Leonardo Da Vinci in the Florentine Gallery by Percy Bysshe Shelley
It lieth, gazing on the midnight sky
On the Mississippi by Hamlin Garland
Through wild and tangled forests
On the Morning of Christ’s Nativity by John Milton
This is the month, and this the happy morn
On The Origins Of Things by Troy Jollimore
Everyone knows that the moon started out
On the Persistence of the Letter as a Form by Paul Guest
Dear murderous world, dear gawking heart,
On the Platform by Tom Sleigh
The omen I didn't know I was waiting for
On the Skeleton of a Hound by James Wright
Nightfall, that saw the morning-glories float
On the Sparrow: No Blame by Ed Roberson
On the Subject of Poetry by W. S. Merwin
I do not understand the world, Father
On the Terrace by Landis Everson
The lonely breakfast table starts the day
On the Waterfront by B. H. Fairchild
Flashlight in hand, I stand just inside the door
On Time by John Milton
Fly envious Time, till thou run out thy race
On Translation by Mónica de la Torre
Not to search for meaning, but to reedify a gesture, an intent.
On Upnor Road by Elizabeth Spires
Set back from the street behind a stand of trees
Once I Could Say by Ira Sadoff
Once I could say
Once in the 40's by William Stafford
We were alone one night on a long
Once More, with Feeling by Luis Cernuda
From our old friendship
One A.M. [excerpt] by David Young
You'll show that toad-eater who wrote Night Thoughts
One Art by Elizabeth Bishop
The art of losing isn't hard to master;
One Child Has Brown Eyes by Marilyn Chin
One child has brown eyes, one has blue
One day is there of the series by Emily Dickinson
One day is there of the series
One First Try and then Another by Brian Blanchfield
Careful, a night set on edge
One Flower by Jack Kerouac
One flower
One of the Lives by W. S. Merwin
If I had not met the red-haired boy whose father
One of the Monkeys by Nicholas Johnson
I'm one of the monkeys they've got typing
One Petition Lofted into the Ginkos by Gabriel Gudding
For the train-wrecked, the puck-struck,
One Side of the World by Gwen Ebert
The creatures
One Sister have I in our house (14) by Emily Dickinson
One Train May Hide Another by Kenneth Koch
In a poem, one line may hide another line,
One-Word Poem by David R. Slavitt
Motherless
Only a Dad by Edgar Guest
Only a dad with a tired face
Ontario by Mark Levine
Beauty in its winter slippers
Ontology of Chang and Eng, the Original Siamese Twins by Cathy Park Hong
Chang spoke / Eng paused.
Opal by Amy Lowell
You are ice and fire,
Operation Memory by David Lehman
We were smoking some of this knockout weed when
operation:
get down by Alex Lemon
It is very
Ophelia to the Court by Meghan O'Rourke
My shoes are unpolished, my words smudged
Oracle by Tom Sleigh
Because the burn's unstable, burning too hot
Orange Girl Suite [excerpt] by Simone Muench
Young women carrying baskets of oranges
Orchard by H. D.
I saw the first pear
Ordinary Landscape by Jonathan Weinert
Oread by H. D.
Whirl up, sea
Orfeo by Jack Spicer
Sharp as an arrow Orpheus
Orion by James Longenbach
Stars rising like something said, something never
Orion by Susan Gevirtz
What you make on Orion
Orkney Interior by Ian Hamilton Finlay
Doing what the moon says, he shifts his chair
Orlanda Blues [1st Chorus] by Jack Kerouac
Le courp de la verité
Orlanda Blues [45th Chorus] by Jack Kerouac
There's a middlewestern prurience
Ornithology by Lynda Hull
Gone to seed, ailanthus, the poverty
Orpheus by Robert Kelly
Orpheus can never look back at the real woman
Orpheus by William Shakespeare
Orpheus with his lute made trees
osculation for easter flower by Sandra Miller
if we weren't made of soot—which we highly suspected/respected
Our Bed Is Also Green by Joshua Bell
Please speak to me only of the present
Our eunuch dreams by Dylan Thomas
Our eunuch dreams, all seedless in the light
Our flag by Carl Adamshick
should be green
Our Post-Soviet History Unfolds by Eleanor Lerman
This is what she says about Russia, in the year 2000, in
Our Valley by Philip Levine
We don't see the ocean, not ever, but in July and August
Out of the Cradle Endlessly Rocking by Walt Whitman
Out of the cradle endlessly rocking,
Out-of-the-Body Travel by Stanley Plumly
And then he would lift this finest
Outliving the Lyric Moment by Leslie Adrienne Miller
I didn't expect to escape. I've stepped out of planes
Outside by Michael Ryan
The dead thing mashed into the street
Outside Abilene by Harley Elliott
the full rage of kansas
Outside the Church by Annie Petrie-Sauter
The clinic hardly ever called the cops
Outskirts by Tomas Tranströmer
Men in overalls the same color as earth rise from a ditch
Ox Cart Man by Donald Hall
In October of the year
Ozymandias by Percy Bysshe Shelley
I met a traveller from an antique land

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