Poems by First Line

• The city is gritty, dark, and hard. - Prabhath Avadhanula
• The city of hope - Isaac Maliya
• The city seems a single color - Anonymous
• The city sits amid her palms - Joaquin Miller
• The city's all a-shining - Sara Teasdale
• The clock shows different times on its two faces - Greg Freeman
• The clocks were stopped at the banquet-hour - Hezekiah Butterworth
• the closer I get - Kobayashi Issa
• The clouds forming a ceiling that caps a feeling of grey. - William F. DeVault
• The coal road from Gin Pit, - Ian Scott Massie
• The Cock is crowing - William Wordsworth
• The cold, gray light of the dawning - V.B. Wilson
• The cook is crowing - William Wordsworth
• The cool rain poured in sudden haste - Andrew Downing
• The corn has turned from gray to red - Oscar Wilde
• The cornerstone in Truth is laid - Henry Van Dyke
• The country ever has a lagging Spring - William Cullen Bryant
• The countryside is as the Bible says… - Julio Herrera yReissig
• The crane from the shore standing at the top of the steps; - Bay Juyi
• The creeping sync of Sinkininny Church; - Rogan Whitenails

Poems about Places