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- I am pale with sick desire, by Christina Rossetti
- I am Raferty the Poet by Douglas Hyde
- I am riding on a limited express, one of the crack trains by Carl Sandburg
- I am singing to you by Carl Sandburg
- I am standing under the mistletoe, by Ellis Parker Butler
- I am stirred by the dream of an afternoon by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
- I am that which began; by Algernon Charles Swinburne
- I am the Cannon King, behold! by Robert Service
- I am the Dark Cavalier; I am the Last Lover: by Margaret Widdemer
- I am the Empire in the last of its decline, by Paul Verlaine
- I am the family face; by Thomas Hardy
- I am The Great White Way of the city: by Carl Sandburg
- I am the Lord your God: even he that made by C. S. Lewis
- I am the mist, the impalpable mist, by Carl Sandburg
- I am the mother of sorrows, by Paul Laurence Dunbar
- I am the nigger. by Carl Sandburg
- I am the people—the mob—the crowd—the mass. by Carl Sandburg
- I am the princess up in the tower by Sara Teasdale
- I am the Raven con by Joseph Mayo Wristen
- I am the Reaper. by William Ernest Henley
- I am the still rain falling, by Sara Teasdale
- I am the undertow by Carl Sandburg
- I am the voice of the voiceless; by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
- I am thinking of the Springtime by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
- I am Thy grass, O Lord! by Lizette Woodworth Reese
- I am tired of cursing the Bishop, by William Butler Yeats
- I am too near, too clear a thing for you, by Lizette Woodworth Reese
- I am two fools, I know— by John Donne
- I am unable, yonder beggar cries, by John Donne
- I am unjust, but I can strive for justice. by Vachel Lindsay
- I am unskill’d in speech: my tongue is slow by Matilda Betham
- I am waiting for the flowers by Hilda Conkling
- I am weary of lying within the chase by Oscar Wilde
- I am weary, and very lonely, by George MacDonald
- I am what is around me. by Wallace Stevens
- I am wild, I will sing to the trees, by Sara Teasdale
- I am willowy boughs by Hilda Conkling
- I am worn out with dreams; by William Butler Yeats
- I am: yet what I am none cares or knows by John Clare
- I among these, I also, in such station by Algernon Charles Swinburne
- I and my Soul are alone to-day, by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
- I arise from dreams of thee by Percy Bysshe Shelley
- I arise from dreams of thee by Percy Bysshe Shelley
- I arise to-day by Kuno Meyer
- I ask but one thing of you, only one, by Amy Lowell
- I ask no kind return of love, by Fanny Greville
- I ask not that my bed of death by Matthew Arnold
- I asked a gypsy pal by Carl Sandburg
- I asked a silver sage by Robert Service
- I asked her, “Is Aladdin’s lamp by Vachel Lindsay
- I asked if I should pray. by William Butler Yeats
- I asked my heart to say by Sidney Lanier
- I asked no other thing— by Emily Dickinson
- I asked of ancient gaffers three by Robert Service
- I asked of my Muse, had she any objection by Morris Rosenfeld
- I asked the heaven of stars by Sara Teasdale
- I Asked the professors who teach the meaning of life to tell by Carl Sandburg
- I awoke in the Midsummer not to call night, ‘in the white and the walk of the morning: by Gerard Manley Hopkins
- I bade, because the wick and oil are spent by William Butler Yeats
- I be’n down in ole Kentucky by Paul Laurence Dunbar
- I bear a basket lined with grass; by Gerard Manley Hopkins
- I bear the Scales, where hang in equipoise by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
- I been t’inkin’ ’bout de preachah; whut he said de othah night, by Paul Laurence Dunbar
- I began with Sir William Hamilton’s lectures. by Edgar Lee Masters
- I belonged to the church, by Edgar Lee Masters
- I bend o’er the wheel at my sewing; by Morris Rosenfeld
- I bet with every Wind that blew by Emily Dickinson
- I bore with thee long weary days and nights, by Christina Rossetti
- I bought a cuckoo clock by Robert Service
- I bought a dishmop— by William Carlos Williams
- I bought every kind of machine that’s known— by Edgar Lee Masters
- I bought my little grandchild Ann by Robert Service
- I bowed my head in anguish sore by Ellis Parker Butler
- I breathed enough to take the Trick— by Emily Dickinson
- I bring an unaccustomed wine by Emily Dickinson
- I bring you with reverent hands by William Butler Yeats
- I broke the spell that held me long, by William Cullen Bryant
- I brought the cherries. by Jack Conway
- I buckle to my slender side by William Cullen Bryant
- I built my soul a lordly pleasure-house, by Alfred Lord Tennyson
- I burned my fingers on the stove by Robert Service
- I call myself a Tranquilist; by Robert Service
- I call on those that call me son, by William Butler Yeats
- I call you bad, my little child, by Hilaire Belloc
- I came back late and tired last night by Rupert Brooke
- I came from the sunny valleys by Sara Teasdale
- I came into the City and none knew me; by Frances Bannerman
- I Came to buy a smile—today— by Emily Dickinson
- I came to the crowded Inn of Earth, by Sara Teasdale
- I came to you quietly when you were lying by John Freeman
- I came upon a fountain on my way by George MacDonald
- I can love both fair and brown, by John Donne
- I can recall a time, when on mine ears by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
- I can recall the day by John Freeman
- I can tell balsam trees by Hilda Conkling
- I can wade Grief— by Emily Dickinson
- I can write no stately proem by Oscar Wilde
- I can’t tell you—but you feel it— by Emily Dickinson
- I cannot by Bliss Carman
- I cannot be ashamed by Emily Dickinson
