Poems by First Line

• My place of clear water, - Seamus Heaney
• My race began as the sea began, - Derek Walcott
• My Saxon shrine! the only ground - Robert Stephen Hawker
• My sight is blank, my heart is lorn - Julia Ward Howe
• My smell - Abhay K
• My son wishes to return to his home - Michael H. Brownstein
• MY soul, turn from them; turn we to survey Where rougher climes a nobler race display, - Oliver Goldsmith
• My spirit is too weak; mortality - John Keats
• MY travels’ dream and talk for many a year, - John Kenyon
• my village bell - Kobayashi Issa
• Myrtho, enchantress, goddess, on my mind! - Gerard De Nerval
• Mysterious flood,—that through the silent sands - Bayard Taylor
• MYSTERY: Catherine the bride of Christ - Dante Gabriel Rossetti
• N jr d sptmbr - Nicolas Grenier
• n pine-tree shade - Kobayashi Issa
• Naked and grey the Cotswolds stand - Rudyard Kipling
• Namako’lama, massive sentinel - Bonnie Manion
• Named from her woods, with fragrant bowers adorned - Luís de Camoes
• Nanny siddung pon a rack a plan a new attack - Jean Binta Breeze
• Napoleon in the gray surtout - George Walter Thornbury

Poems about Places