1. Dear March -- Come in -- - written by Emily Dickinson
From Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson. Published in 1955. Read 3260 times on American Poems.

Dear March -- Come in --
How glad I am --
I hoped for you before --

Put down your Hat --
You must have walked --
How out of Breath you are --
Dear March, Come right up the stairs with me --
I have so much to tell --

I got your Letter, and the... (Read full poem)

It is March and black dust falls out of the books
Soon I will be gone
The tall spirit who lodged here has
Left already
On the avenues the colorless thread lies under
Old prices

When you look back there is always the past
Even when it has... (Read full poem)

3. March 30 - written by David Lehman
Read 1082 times on American Poems.

Eighty-one degrees a record high for the day
which is not my birthday but will do until
the eleventh of June comes around and I know
what I want: a wide-brimmed Panama hat
with a tan hatband, a walk in the park
and to share a shower with a zaftig... (Read full poem)

The ones that disappeared are back
The Phoebe and the Crow
Precisely as in March is heard
The curtness of the Jay --
Be this an Autumn or a Spring
My wisdom loses way
One side of me the nuts are ripe
The other side is May.(Read full poem)

5. A Celebration - written by William Carlos Williams
From Sour Grapes. Published in 1921. Read 4283 times on American Poems.

A middle-northern March, now as always— 
gusts from the South broken against cold winds— 
but from under, as if a slow hand lifted a tide, 
it moves—not into April—into a second March, 

the old skin of wind-clear scales... (Read full poem)

March is the Month of Expectation.
The things we do not know --
The Persons of prognostication
Are coming now --
We try to show becoming firmness --
But pompous Joy
Betrays us, as his first Betrothal
Betrays a Boy.(Read full poem)

7. Operation Memory - written by David Lehman
From Operation Memory. Published in 1990. Read 714 times on American Poems.

We were smoking some of this knockout weed when
Operation Memory was announced. To his separate bed
Each soldier went, counting backwards from a hundred
With a needle in his arm. And there I was, in the middle
Of a recession, in the middle of a... (Read full poem)

He halted in the wind, and--what was that
Far in the maples, pale, but not a ghost?
He stood there bringing March against his thought,
And yet too ready to believe the most.

'Oh, that's the Paradise-in-bloom,' I said;
And truly it was fair... (Read full poem)

9. My Little March Girl - written by Paul Laurence Dunbar
From Lyrics of the Hearthside. Published in 1899. Read 1521 times on American Poems.

Come to the pane, draw the curtain apart, 
There she is passing, the girl of my heart; 
See where she walks like a queen in the street, 
Weather-defying, calm, placid and sweet. 
Tripping along with impetuous grace, 
Joy of her life beaming out of... (Read full poem)

Have any like Myself
Investigating March,
New Houses on the Hill descried --
And possibly a Church --

That were not, We are sure --
As lately as the Snow --
And are Today -- if We exist --
Though how may this be so?

Have any like... (Read full poem)

11. in a middle of a room - written by e.e. cummings
Read 19759 times on American Poems.

in a middle of a room
stands a suicide
sniffing a Paper rose
smiling to a self

"somewhere it is Spring and sometimes
people are in real:imagine
somewhere real flowers,but
I can't imagine real flowers for if I

could,they would somehow
not Be... (Read full poem)

At the earliest ending of winter,
In March, a scrawny cry from outside
Seemed like a sound in his mind.

He knew that he heard it,
A bird's cry, at daylight or before,
In the early March wind.

The sun was rising at six,
No longer a battered panache... (Read full poem)

13. On A March Day - written by Sara Teasdale
Read 1239 times on American Poems.

Here in the teeth of this triumphant wind 
  That shakes the naked shadows on the ground, 
Making a key-board of the earth to strike 
  From clattering tree and hedge a separate sound, 

Bear witness for me that I loved my life, 
  All things that... (Read full poem)

We like March.
His Shoes are Purple --
He is new and high --
Makes he Mud for Dog and Peddler.
Makes he Forests dry.
Knows the Adder Tongue his coming
And presents her Spot --
Stands the Sun so close and mighty
That our Minds are hot.

News is he of... (Read full poem)

15. Two Tramps In Mud Time - written by Robert Frost
From A Further Range. Published in 1936. Read 14347 times on American Poems.

Out of the mud two strangers came
And caught me splitting wood in the yard,
And one of them put me off my aim
By hailing cheerily "Hit them hard!"
I knew pretty well why he had dropped behind
And let the other go on a way.
I knew pretty well what he... (Read full poem)

It must have been in March the rug wore through.
Now the day passes and I stare
At warped pine boards my father's father nailed,
At the twisted grain. Exposed, where emptiness allows,
Are the wormholes of eighty years; four generations'... (Read full poem)

17. Affirmation - written by Donald Hall
Read 2356 times on American Poems.

To grow old is to lose everything. 
Aging, everybody knows it. 
Even when we are young, 
we glimpse it sometimes, and nod our heads 
when a grandfather dies.
Then we row for years on the midsummer 
pond, ignorant and content. But a... (Read full poem)

He lay in the middle of the world, and twicht.
More Sparine for Pelides,
human (half) & down here as he is,
with probably insulting mail to open
and certainly unworthy words to hear
and his unforgiving memory.

—I seldom go to films.... (Read full poem)

19. Prosody 101 - written by Linda Pastan
Read 1693 times on American Poems.

When they taught me that what mattered most
was not the strict iambic line goose-stepping
over the page but the variations
in that line and the tension produced
on the ear by the surprise of difference,
I understood yet didn't understand
exactly,... (Read full poem)

NOT the pilot has charged himself to bring his ship into port, though beaten back, and
    many
	times
	baffled; 
Not the path-finder, penetrating inland, weary and long, 
By deserts parch’d, snows-chill’d, rivers wet, perseveres till he... (Read full poem)

21. Crossing The Border - written by Ogden Nash
Read 3511 times on American Poems.

Senescence begins
And middle age ends
The day your descendents
Outnumber your friends.(Read full poem)

For my Mother, born March 1902, died March 1959
and my Father, born February 1900, died June 1959

Gone, I say and walk from church,
refusing the stiff procession to the grave,
letting the dead ride alone in the hearse.
It is June.  I am tired of... (Read full poem)

23. The Truth The Dead Know - written by Anne Sexton
Read 5712 times on American Poems.

For my mother, born March 1902, died March 1959 
and my father, born February 1900, died June 1959

Gone, I say and walk from church, 
refusing the stiff procession to the grave, 
letting the dead ride alone in the hearse. 
It is June. I am tired of... (Read full poem)

What is better than leaving a bar
in the middle of the afternoon
besides staying in it or not
having gone into it in the first place
because you had a decent woman to be with?
The air smells particularly fresh
after the stale beer and piss... (Read full poem)

25. True Story - written by Charles Bukowski
From burning in water drowning in flame. Published in 1955. Read 1968 times on American Poems.

they found him walking along the freeway
all red in
front
he had taken a rusty tin can
and cut off his sexual
machinery
as if to say --
see what you've done to
me? you might as well have the
rest.

and he put part of him
in one pocket and
part of... (Read full poem)