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- Did I perceive how kind the world, how kind. by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
- did in the days of old! by Don Marquis
- Did it abide or no— by Emily Dickinson
- Did love him faithfully. by Edwin Arlington Robinson
- Did n’t think I could be tempted, but you lak to made me sin! by Paul Laurence Dunbar
- Did supplicate in vain— by Emily Dickinson
- Did their Catullus walk that way? by William Butler Yeats
- Did we not hear him when he told us so? by Edwin Arlington Robinson
- Did you see the wicked sun that winked! by D. H. Lawrence
- didn’t you Buddha. by Joseph Mayo Wristen
- Didst fettle for the great grey drayhorse his bright and battering sandal! by Gerard Manley Hopkins
- Die and be turn’d into a lute. by Robert Herrick
- Die gladly as well as another…. by Morris Rosenfeld
- Die in a psalm of peace. by George MacDonald
- Die oftener—Not so vitally— by Emily Dickinson
- Die single, and thine image dies with thee. by William Shakespeare
- Die, driven against the wall.” by Louise Imogen Guiney
- Die, dying clasp’d in his embrace. by Alfred Lord Tennyson
- died by the cold. by William Carlos Williams
- Died even before the rest. by E. (Edith) Nesbit
- Died in its last expression. by Ralph Waldo Emerson
- Diest and liv’st again. by George MacDonald
- dim upon the syrinx by E. E. Cummings
- Dimming as days draw by. by Thomas Hardy
- Dimpled his blue, yet thirsted evermore. by Christina Rossetti
- Ding dong . . . ding dong . . . by Hilda Conkling
- Ding-dong, bell! by William Shakespeare
- Ding-dong, ding-dong, ding-dong. by Vachel Lindsay
- Dip—and vanish like Orioles! by Emily Dickinson
- Diphenyltrichloroethane. by Dr. D. D. Perrin
- Dirge the lives of that faded day. by Thomas Runciman
- Disclosed to be denied by Emily Dickinson
- Discover the shores unknown? by Adam Lindsay Gordon
- Discoweryngis off the tothir ar. by John Barbour
- disdained to rankle there— by Emily Dickinson
- Disdained, alas! by Pullman carmen. by Robert Service
- Disdains to crop a weed, and will not come. by William Drummond
- Disdains to crop a weed, and will not come. by William Drummond
- Disgraced, despised, immortal Israel. by Emma Lazarus
- Disprove that and you may— by Emily Dickinson
- Distilled in wholesome dew named rosmarine. by Herman Melville
- Dive to the depths of those eternal domes. by James Elroy Flecker
- Divested of its Meat. by Emily Dickinson
- Divinity dwells under a seal. by Emily Dickinson
- Dizzy and sick. by Sara Teasdale
- Do all but inundate— by Emily Dickinson
- Do break the heart ov ev’ry griever. by William Barnes
- Do I not live for thee? leave Me to-morrow. by Christina Rossetti
- Do lean down low in Linden Lea. by William Barnes
- Do London’s Mayor; or Germans, the Pope’s pride. by John Donne
- Do not change. by Andrew Lang
- Do not comprise the skies— by Emily Dickinson
- Do not drain your glass! by John L. Stoddard
- Do sumpin’ fu’ to comfo’t dad!” by Paul Laurence Dunbar
- Do they call ‘virtue’ there—ungratefulness? by Sir Philip Sidney
- Do they call ‘virtue’ there—ungratefulness? by Sir Philip Sidney
- Do they call virtue there ungratefulness? by Sir Philip Sidney
- Do thou with anthems make it ring! by Elizabeth Stoddard
- Do you ask me to take moonlight for the sun?” by Edwin Arlington Robinson
- Do’ you know Thanksgibbin ’s hyeah? by Paul Laurence Dunbar
- Do’st help and comfort me. by John Milton
- Doctor Dan doth wed to-day. by Paul Laurence Dunbar
- Does finest Glory fit! by Emily Dickinson
- Does it speak of the grace that was given it by thee. by Andrew Lang
- Does not suffice him, once they are alone. by Dorothy Parker
- Does so rejoice? by Emily Dickinson
- Does thy life destroy. by William Blake
- Doesn’t—always—move— by Emily Dickinson
- dollars i fill her hips with boys and girls. by E. E. Cummings
- Don’t blow away down the sky! by Hilda Conkling
- Don’t call me BOB. by Robert Service
- don’t give a dam Good Fishing. by Joseph Mayo Wristen
- Don’t let Him down—give God a break. by Robert Service
- Don’t try to pass for a Philistine. by Robert Service
- Don’t wed a pub. by Robert Service
- Don’t you fool wid me! by Paul Laurence Dunbar
- Don’t you know—me? by Emily Dickinson
- Don’t you know? by Emily Dickinson
- Done— by Emily Dickinson
- Donna! Donna! Maria! by William Carlos Williams
- Dont pour te figurer il tomberait des roses. by Stéphane Mallarmé
- Dost thou remember Sicily? by Oscar Wilde
- Dotes less on Nature than on Art. by Robert Herrick
- Dotes on a gilded statue and no more. by Richard Lovelace
- Doth seem a melody! by Edgar Allan Poe
- Doth warm our hands, and make them write of love. by George Herbert
- Double-lived in regions new! by John Keats
- Doubt will have a dwelling there. by Edwin Arlington Robinson
- Doubtful if it be crowned! by Emily Dickinson
- Dough I knows dat Lizy ’s waitin’ wid de skillet w’en I’s done. by Paul Laurence Dunbar
- Dough lone de way, my dearie. by Paul Laurence Dunbar
- down his throat. by Elizabeth H. Nearing
- Down in the depths of my soul. by Freeman E. Miller
- Down in the flood of remembrance, I weep like a child for the past. by D. H. Lawrence
- Down the bright-grey ruin of things! by D. H. Lawrence
- Down the gray border of the night begun. by Archibald Lampman
- Down the stream of memory? by Paul Laurence Dunbar
- Down their carved names the rain-drop ploughs. by Thomas Hardy
- Down where he lies to-night, silent, and under the storms. by Edwin Arlington Robinson
- Down where the birds call, Marie, Marie. by Paul Laurence Dunbar
