Potential Titles: G Authors Misc.
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somethingdarkerA hilltop made of papier mache - Neil Gaiman "House"
Robbers counting chains and rings - R.L. Gales "A Childermas Rhyme"
In the wood play hide-and-seek
We shall know by the kettle-drums - R.L. Gales "Waiting for the Kings"
And the octaves of blue above us - Sarah Gambito "Grace"
And played hide-and-seek till the clock struck one - Nellie M. Garabrant "Grandmother's Clock" [Our Young Folks at Home and Abroad (ed. by Daphne Dale), 1894]
Astounding hunger for edges - Elizabeth W. Garber "Feasting"
Never overfilling from this banquet - Elizabeth W. Garber "Feasting"
Forests of pressures and spaces - Elizabeth W. Garber "Feasting"
Outside my door under the ancient oak - Elizabeth W. Garber "Feasting"
Burdened by the footprints I follow - Angel Garcia "Vestiges"
With no good sense of discretion - Angel Garcia "Vestiges"
Pickled in a jar of ink - Angel Garcia "Vestiges"
A whispered pray blowing the crumbs - Roberto Carlos Garcia "This Moment/Right Now"
Blowing the crumbs of a season's harvest - Roberto Carlos Garcia "This Moment/Right Now"
Wind spins across the landscape - Roberto Carlos Garcia "This Moment/Right Now"
My feet mashing grapes for wine - Roberto Carlos Garcia "This Moment/Right Now"
So dust collects on the magical - Suzi F. Garcia "A Modified Villanelle for My Childhood (with some help from Ahmad)"
Isolation is a learned defense - Suzi F. Garcia "A Modified Villanelle for My Childhood (with some help from Ahmad)"
My genes in the sharp light of the celestial - Suzi F. Garcia "A Modified Villanelle for My Childhood (with some help from Ahmad)"
Writes itself in sheets across my veins - Suzi F. Garcia "A Modified Villanelle for My Childhood (with some help from Ahmad)"
Leaping light by cliff and cairn - William Gardiner "Bonnie Dryfe" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no. 107-v.III, 16 Jan. 1886]
Dreaming not of Old World story - William Gardiner "Bonnie Dryfe" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no. 107-v.III, 16 Jan. 1886]
Huge with a cold load of growls - George Garrett "Or Death and December"
One leaf left to bear witness - George Garrett "Or Death and December"
Here in the blue and silver night - Crosbie Garstin "Nocturne"
The ghost moon lifts above the bush - Crosbie Garstin "Nocturne"
Sleep comes dreamless, undefiled - Crosbie Garstin "Nocturne"
With treasures of silver, and treasures of gold - Ellen M.H. Gates "Rich and Poor" [Happy Days for Boys and Girls, 1877]
Famine and fever crept in at the door - Ellen M.H. Gates "Rich and Poor" [Happy Days for Boys and Girls, 1877]
Down on us all drops the sorrowful rain - Ellen M.H. Gates "Rich and Poor" [Happy Days for Boys and Girls, 1877]
Close by the spreading beech - A.J. Gault "Twenty Years Ago"
Two million naturally occurring sweet things - Ross Gay "Sorrow Is Not My Name"
So generous as to kick the steel from my knees - Ross Gay "Sorrow Is Not My Name"
With fancy wild and vagrant - William Gay "A Sick-Room Idyll"
A bridge of lava - Melody S. Gee "The Convert Wants Wounds, Not Scars"
I forget where some of their fingers ended - Matthew Gellman "Conflation"
A mountain's crags I climb, searching for a vantage point - Matthew Gellman "Conflation"
Doing the rounds in a cement courtyard - Barbara Genova "One Year Before the Time Jump"
In wind that is reborn - Danielle Legros Georges "What Is Water?"
With weary burden fall - Philip Gerry "Monotony"
Not all the homage of the bees - Philip Gerry "Monotony"
Fear of waking up as Gregor Samsa - Xander Gershberg "Codename Beast: A Sestina"
As your life ignites - Amy Gerstler "Poof"
In ultraviolet ultimatums - Angelo Geter "Praise"
The gift that is my name - Angelo Geter "Praise"
The smells a ghost leaves behind - Hafizah Augustus Geter "Praise Song"
Her mind so tight against the stitching - Hafizah Augustus Geter "Praise Song"
The tailor of histories - Hafizah Augustus Geter "Praise Song"
While searching for light - Alimjan Metqasim Ghemnaki "The Monument of Betrayal" transl. by Aziz Isa Elkun
Mourners from the spirit of hope - Alimjan Metqasim Ghemnaki "The Monument of Betrayal" transl. by Aziz Isa Elkun
A small, stretched canvas of time - Charles Ghigna "Early Evening"
Into the shadows of a water colored world - Charles Ghigna "Early Evening"
The final stroke of everlasting light - Charles Ghigna "Early Evening"
Hammered thinner than memory - Dobby Gibson "After Reading Kobayashi Issa's The Spring of My Life On My 49th Birthday"
Dusty wings that crumble as they pass - Lydia Gibson "Lost Treasure"
And unsuspected moth and rust ate deep - Lydia Gibson "Lost Treasure"
Shall never have any fear of love - Elsa Gidlow "I, Lover"
Into the fastness of its abyss - Elsa Gidlow "I, Lover"
The cruelty of its awful kiss - Elsa Gidlow "I, Lover"
As from a throat of molten lead - L. Gielgud "Summer Delivery"
Break on my distorted sight - L. Gielgud "Summer Delivery"
In rifts of voiceless lightning - L. Gielgud "Summer Delivery"
Like a parched heart - Michelle Gil-Montero "First Forty Days"
No dark to cradle - Michelle Gil-Montero "First Forty Days"
Where the edges belong - Michelle Gil-Montero "First Forty Days"
Feathered from its own wing - Michelle Gil-Montero "First Forty Days"
With no right name - Christopher Gilbert "How the Stars Understand Us"
And burning on both of us - Christopher Gilbert "How the Stars Understand Us"
The scythe is hid in the corn - Rosa Gilbert "Song [The silent bird is hid in the boughs]"
Redder and redder burns the rose - Rosa Gilbert "Song [The silent bird is hid in the boughs]"
When birds are silent and oxen drowse - Rosa Gilbert "Song [The silent bird is hid in the boughs]"
The story of a thousand disappearing tenants - Sandra M. Gilbert "October Cobwebs"
Content with a vegetable love - W.S. Gilbert "Bunthorne's Song"
A joke of doubtful taste - W.S. Gilbert "General John"
Five crimes at half-a-crown - W.S. Gilbert "Gentle Alice Brown"
His shield a tear of sadness - W.S. Gilbert "The Rival Curates"
Take praise in solemn mood - Richard Watson Gilder "Ah, Be Not False"
Still will he grieve when we sever - Richard Watson Gilder "Leo" [To Your Dog and to My Dog. PG. 1916]
Nor the noonday's golden grace - Alice E. Gillington "The Seven Whistlers"
Mixed a medicine that cancelled all their bets - C.L. Gilman "You're a Dog" [To Your Dog and to My Dog. PG. 1916]
The only parachutes we need - Jenn Givhan "Of Color of Landscape of Tenuous Rope"
When earth lay robed in resurrection bloom - Fanny L. Glenfield "Ye Know Not What Ye Ask" [The Continental Monthly v.6 no.4, August 1864]
When asking curses with my lips - Fanny L. Glenfield "Ye Know Not What Ye Ask" [The Continental Monthly v.6 no.4, August 1864]
Till echo rang a mile - Jean Glover "O'er the Muir amang the Heather"
All kindred gods have crumbled - Philip Becker Goetz "Eumenides" [The Fly Leaf no. 3 v.1 Feb. 1896]
When you come to the listening bridge - Ingrid Goff-Maidoff "The Listening Bridge"
For the birds to break their silence - Ingrid Goff-Maidoff "The Listening Bridge"
Trade the weight of all your seriousness - Ingrid Goff-Maidoff "The Listening Bridge"
What the voice born of stillness might say - Ingrid Goff-Maidoff "The Listening Bridge"
That may or may not be hollow - Ira Goga "The Kitchen, Indexed"
Ceramic tributes to the moon - Ira Goga "The Kitchen, Indexed"
Road salt in an open dish - Ira Goga "The Kitchen, Indexed"
To never look away - Ira Goga "The Kitchen, Indexed"
The wailings of the world's sad heart - Mary Freeman Goldbeck "On Hearing a 'Trio'" [The Continental Monthly v.6 no.6, Dec. 1864]
In mournful monotones were mixed - Mary Freeman Goldbeck "On Hearing a 'Trio'" [The Continental Monthly v.6 no.6, Dec. 1864]
Dew droppings sweet from starry spheres - Mary Freeman Goldbeck "On Hearing a 'Trio'" [The Continental Monthly v.6 no.6, Dec. 1864]
The voices of Time's children three - Mary Freeman Goldbeck "On Hearing a 'Trio'" [The Continental Monthly v.6 no.6, Dec. 1864]
Trying to live somebody else's life - Sue Golden "Julia to Jim" [The Little Review, Aug. 1916, v.3, no.5]
Ought to start straight on earth - Sue Golden "Julia to Jim" [The Little Review, Aug. 1916, v.3, no.5]
All those plighted vows forgot - John Goldie "And Can Thy Bosom?"
Will sharper be than mine - John Goldie "And Can Thy Bosom?"
Broken vows will vex and grieve - John Goldie "And Can Thy Bosom?"
How deep two secret rivers run - Laird Shields Goldsborough "Confession"
Your absence is a bisected city - Stefania Gomez "At the New York City AIDS Memorial"
To reassemble ourselves from rubble - Stefania Gomez "At the New York City AIDS Memorial"
A circle of queens chattering - Stefania Gomez "At the New York City AIDS Memorial"
Furnishing the air like ghosts - Stefania Gomez "At the New York City AIDS Memorial"
Wormseed oil and nightshade flower-shine - Regan Good "A Monstrous Catalpa Tree Grows from a Drain"
Where one can view new stars - Regan Good "A Monstrous Catalpa Tree Grows from a Drain"
In hearts there linger yet ashes of roses - Elaine Goodale "Ashes of Roses" [St. Nicholas v.V no.2, Dec. 1877]
Flooding bare and waiting meadows - Elaine Goodale "Spring Song" [St. Nicholas v.V no.2, Dec. 1877]
Moths that round the taper wheel - S.G. Goodrich "Farewell to a Fashionable Acquaintance"
Cash is the measure of the heart - S.G. Goodrich "Farewell to a Fashionable Acquaintance"
Deep solitude converts to gloom - Mrs. L.S. Goodwin "The Unsepulchred Relics"
Within compassion's genial realm - Mrs. L.S. Goodwin "The Unsepulchred Relics"
The thoughts which spurn control - Mrs. L.S. Goodwin "The Unsepulchred Relics"
There came no tidings of the lost - Mrs. L.S. Goodwin "The Unsepulchred Relics"
With free rejoicing heart - Barnabe Googe "The Fly"
And therefore void of woe - Barnabe Googe "The Fly"
That makes my grief her gain - Barnabe Googe "The Fly"
Now the latest fear - Noah Eli Gordon "Vesuvius"
The authority of the voiceover - Noah Eli Gordon "Vesuvius"
An answer that would eclipse this - Noah Eli Gordon "Vesuvius"
A tune of quiet rapture - Gerald Gould "Oxford"
Can teach the hour to speak - Gerald Gould "Oxford"
What every hour is free to learn - Gerald Gould "Oxford"
Home to a house of glass - Hannah Flagg Gould "The Boy and the Cricket"
The tempest's artillery rolled - Hannah Flagg Gould "The Butterfly's Dream"
A bright vial of wrath - Hannah Flagg Gould "The Humming-Bird's Anger"
Finding he'd but shot the wind - Hannah Flagg Gould "The Young Sportsman"
secret imaginings of romance and jasmine - Layla Azmi Goushey "Dream Particles"
the fireworks' ashes rain down - Layla Azmi Goushey "Dream Particles"
we consume the bitter dream particles - Layla Azmi Goushey "Dream Particles"
Nectars of the night - Joan Bransfield Graham "Great Indian Fruit Bat"
While the communists and the capitalists were arguing - Libby Graham "Space Worm Poem" [Strange Horizons Fund Drive 2025]
Arguing about the finish line of the space race- Libby Graham "Space Worm Poem" [Strange Horizons Fund Drive 2025]
Propelled by warp and elasticity and the ability to expand- Libby Graham "Space Worm Poem" [Strange Horizons Fund Drive 2025]
Let your doors swing open wide - Kenneth Grahame "Carol" [Christmas in Poetry: Carols and Poems. PG. No date]
Though wind may follow, and snow beside - Kenneth Grahame "Carol" [Christmas in Poetry: Carols and Poems. PG. No date]
Joy shall be yours in the morning - Kenneth Grahame "Carol" [Christmas in Poetry: Carols and Poems. PG. No date]
To venture out to the fringes of the universe - Aber O. Grand "Marbles"
To leave this widening night - Peter Grandbois "When your son abandons the lawnmower for the second time in as many days"
The doctrine of our own breath - Peter Grandbois "When your son abandons the lawnmower for the second time in as many days"
To crawl deep inside the silence - Peter Grandbois "When your son abandons the lawnmower for the second time in as many days"
The blackbird's hymn is sweet - Joseph Grant "The Blackbird's Hymn Is Sweet"
Night's shades are coming - Joseph Grant "The Blackbird's Hymn Is Sweet"
The evening star rising in glory - Joseph Grant "The Blackbird's Hymn Is Sweet"
Through life's misty sojourn - Joseph Grant "Love's Adieu"
With his hounds and his horn in the morning - John Woodcock Graves "John Peel"
A fox from his lair in the morning - John Woodcock Graves "John Peel"
With his last breath cursed them all - John Woodcock Graves "John Peel"
From a view to the death in the morning - John Woodcock Graves "John Peel"
Colour in which to drown - Rosaleen Graves "Colour"
Blind with wood smoke - Winnie Lewis Gravitt "Sippokni Sia"
Like oak twigs twisted - Winnie Lewis Gravitt "Sippokni Sia"
Rabbits in leather shoes - Winnie Lewis Gravitt "Sippokni Sia"
Hickory ashes in my hair - Winnie Lewis Gravitt "Sippokni Sia"
Presses his cup to lips of human wo [sic] - Edmund Brewster Green "The Season of Death" [The Knickerbocker v.22 no.4, Oct. 1843]
Come down from the light that blinds - Scott E. Green "Killers from the Light, Killers from the Heat"
The killers of the terrible heat above - Scott E. Green "Killers from the Light, Killers from the Heat"
Buried light in laughter and hay forever - Dora Greenwell "Haymaking" [Our Young Folks at Home and Abroad (ed. by Daphne Dale), 1894]
For they come no more together - Dora Greenwell "Haymaking" [Our Young Folks at Home and Abroad (ed. by Daphne Dale), 1894]
A fish of my own spirit - Linda Gregg "Whole and Without Blessing"
Looming on the horizon's verge - Th. Gregg "Life's Voyage"
Only hedge the cuckoo in - Fulke Greville "Love for Love"
Let not a false fate bind - Grenville Grey "Write Thou Upon Life's Page"
Some word of earnest meaning - Grenville Grey "Write Thou Upon Life's Page"
I see her pale face looking down - Viscountess Grey "Echo"
And she mocks the thing you ask - Viscountess Grey "Echo"
She hides with a vagrant will - Viscountess Grey "Echo"
Twisted stones of shaken street - Bartholomew F. Griffin "The Other Army"
Of tourney won in Arthur's lists at Camelot - Martin I. Griffin "The Ride of Prince Geraint" [Lippincott's Magazine of Popular Literature and Science, v.XII, no.30, Sept. 1873]
Felled to build my crumbling towers - William Griffith "Litany of Nations: Austria-Hungary"
Stabbing the skies for stars - William Griffith "Litany of Nations: Balkan States"
The seas where war and tempest brew - William Griffith "Litany of Nations: Great Britain"
The sweet tranquility of marching silences - William Griffith "Litany of Nations: Greece"
In the genesis of a struck flame - Rachel Eliza Griffiths "Elegy, Surrounded by Seven Trees"
Holding my own absence in faith - Rachel Eliza Griffiths "Elegy, Surrounded by Seven Trees"
The loud, wet rim of the universe - Rachel Eliza Griffiths "Elegy, Surrounded by Seven Trees"
Loved to the end - Jennifer Grotz "Staring into the Sun"
A world that never explains why - Jennifer Grotz "Staring into the Sun"
Though memory long has own'd decay - Anastasius Grün "The 'Old Player'" transl. by Adam Lodge [Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, no.CCCLXVI, v.LIX, Apr. 1846]
Laughter from the barren crowd - Anastasius Grün "The 'Old Player'" transl. by Adam Lodge [Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, no.CCCLXVI, v.LIX, Apr. 1846]
The Pit shakes with boist'rious mirth - Anastasius Grün "The 'Old Player'" transl. by Adam Lodge [Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, no.CCCLXVI, v.LIX, Apr. 1846]
But words the faltering tongue denies - Anastasius Grün "The 'Old Player'" transl. by Adam Lodge [Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, no.CCCLXVI, v.LIX, Apr. 1846]
Consuming me with ecstasy - Gulnisa Imin Gulkhan "First Night: At Six O'clock" transl. by Aziz Isa Elkun
The wound inside me - Gulnisa Imin Gulkhan "First Night: At Six O'clock" transl. by Aziz Isa Elkun
I enter by another door - Gulnisa Imin Gulkhan "First Night: At Six O'clock" transl. by Aziz Isa Elkun
Break from gravity's cold grip - Lesley Hart Gunn "The Exorcism of Icarus"
Tombs of rocky teeth and salt waters - Lesley Hart Gunn "The Exorcism of Icarus"
Laden with borrowed lives - Lesley Hart Gunn "The Exorcism of Icarus"
Heard her bee-hummed lullabies - Charles A. Gunnison "California"
Of the rich and wondrous foreign things - Charles A. Gunnison "California"
Which each new tide to her in tribute brings - Charles A. Gunnison "California"
Before I knew these treasures of the Earth - Charles A. Gunnison "Sapphire Ring"
Speaking this, their heart language - Sandra Gustin "Cause of Death"
Language is a political act - Sandra Gustin "Cause of Death"
Waiting without knowing they are - Sandra Gustin "Cause of Death"
Before the wick rejects the flame - Jessica Guzman "Predictions of the Material"
If loneliness can be broken - Roy G. Guzman "The Age of Aquarius"
My fist speaks in four languages - Roy G. Guzman "The Age of Aquarius"
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Robbers counting chains and rings - R.L. Gales "A Childermas Rhyme"
In the wood play hide-and-seek
We shall know by the kettle-drums - R.L. Gales "Waiting for the Kings"
And the octaves of blue above us - Sarah Gambito "Grace"
And played hide-and-seek till the clock struck one - Nellie M. Garabrant "Grandmother's Clock" [Our Young Folks at Home and Abroad (ed. by Daphne Dale), 1894]
Astounding hunger for edges - Elizabeth W. Garber "Feasting"
Never overfilling from this banquet - Elizabeth W. Garber "Feasting"
Forests of pressures and spaces - Elizabeth W. Garber "Feasting"
Outside my door under the ancient oak - Elizabeth W. Garber "Feasting"
Burdened by the footprints I follow - Angel Garcia "Vestiges"
With no good sense of discretion - Angel Garcia "Vestiges"
Pickled in a jar of ink - Angel Garcia "Vestiges"
A whispered pray blowing the crumbs - Roberto Carlos Garcia "This Moment/Right Now"
Blowing the crumbs of a season's harvest - Roberto Carlos Garcia "This Moment/Right Now"
Wind spins across the landscape - Roberto Carlos Garcia "This Moment/Right Now"
My feet mashing grapes for wine - Roberto Carlos Garcia "This Moment/Right Now"
So dust collects on the magical - Suzi F. Garcia "A Modified Villanelle for My Childhood (with some help from Ahmad)"
Isolation is a learned defense - Suzi F. Garcia "A Modified Villanelle for My Childhood (with some help from Ahmad)"
My genes in the sharp light of the celestial - Suzi F. Garcia "A Modified Villanelle for My Childhood (with some help from Ahmad)"
Writes itself in sheets across my veins - Suzi F. Garcia "A Modified Villanelle for My Childhood (with some help from Ahmad)"
Leaping light by cliff and cairn - William Gardiner "Bonnie Dryfe" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no. 107-v.III, 16 Jan. 1886]
Dreaming not of Old World story - William Gardiner "Bonnie Dryfe" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no. 107-v.III, 16 Jan. 1886]
Huge with a cold load of growls - George Garrett "Or Death and December"
One leaf left to bear witness - George Garrett "Or Death and December"
Here in the blue and silver night - Crosbie Garstin "Nocturne"
The ghost moon lifts above the bush - Crosbie Garstin "Nocturne"
Sleep comes dreamless, undefiled - Crosbie Garstin "Nocturne"
With treasures of silver, and treasures of gold - Ellen M.H. Gates "Rich and Poor" [Happy Days for Boys and Girls, 1877]
Famine and fever crept in at the door - Ellen M.H. Gates "Rich and Poor" [Happy Days for Boys and Girls, 1877]
Down on us all drops the sorrowful rain - Ellen M.H. Gates "Rich and Poor" [Happy Days for Boys and Girls, 1877]
Close by the spreading beech - A.J. Gault "Twenty Years Ago"
Two million naturally occurring sweet things - Ross Gay "Sorrow Is Not My Name"
So generous as to kick the steel from my knees - Ross Gay "Sorrow Is Not My Name"
With fancy wild and vagrant - William Gay "A Sick-Room Idyll"
A bridge of lava - Melody S. Gee "The Convert Wants Wounds, Not Scars"
I forget where some of their fingers ended - Matthew Gellman "Conflation"
A mountain's crags I climb, searching for a vantage point - Matthew Gellman "Conflation"
Doing the rounds in a cement courtyard - Barbara Genova "One Year Before the Time Jump"
In wind that is reborn - Danielle Legros Georges "What Is Water?"
With weary burden fall - Philip Gerry "Monotony"
Not all the homage of the bees - Philip Gerry "Monotony"
Fear of waking up as Gregor Samsa - Xander Gershberg "Codename Beast: A Sestina"
As your life ignites - Amy Gerstler "Poof"
In ultraviolet ultimatums - Angelo Geter "Praise"
The gift that is my name - Angelo Geter "Praise"
The smells a ghost leaves behind - Hafizah Augustus Geter "Praise Song"
Her mind so tight against the stitching - Hafizah Augustus Geter "Praise Song"
The tailor of histories - Hafizah Augustus Geter "Praise Song"
While searching for light - Alimjan Metqasim Ghemnaki "The Monument of Betrayal" transl. by Aziz Isa Elkun
Mourners from the spirit of hope - Alimjan Metqasim Ghemnaki "The Monument of Betrayal" transl. by Aziz Isa Elkun
A small, stretched canvas of time - Charles Ghigna "Early Evening"
Into the shadows of a water colored world - Charles Ghigna "Early Evening"
The final stroke of everlasting light - Charles Ghigna "Early Evening"
Hammered thinner than memory - Dobby Gibson "After Reading Kobayashi Issa's The Spring of My Life On My 49th Birthday"
Dusty wings that crumble as they pass - Lydia Gibson "Lost Treasure"
And unsuspected moth and rust ate deep - Lydia Gibson "Lost Treasure"
Shall never have any fear of love - Elsa Gidlow "I, Lover"
Into the fastness of its abyss - Elsa Gidlow "I, Lover"
The cruelty of its awful kiss - Elsa Gidlow "I, Lover"
As from a throat of molten lead - L. Gielgud "Summer Delivery"
Break on my distorted sight - L. Gielgud "Summer Delivery"
In rifts of voiceless lightning - L. Gielgud "Summer Delivery"
Like a parched heart - Michelle Gil-Montero "First Forty Days"
No dark to cradle - Michelle Gil-Montero "First Forty Days"
Where the edges belong - Michelle Gil-Montero "First Forty Days"
Feathered from its own wing - Michelle Gil-Montero "First Forty Days"
With no right name - Christopher Gilbert "How the Stars Understand Us"
And burning on both of us - Christopher Gilbert "How the Stars Understand Us"
The scythe is hid in the corn - Rosa Gilbert "Song [The silent bird is hid in the boughs]"
Redder and redder burns the rose - Rosa Gilbert "Song [The silent bird is hid in the boughs]"
When birds are silent and oxen drowse - Rosa Gilbert "Song [The silent bird is hid in the boughs]"
The story of a thousand disappearing tenants - Sandra M. Gilbert "October Cobwebs"
Content with a vegetable love - W.S. Gilbert "Bunthorne's Song"
A joke of doubtful taste - W.S. Gilbert "General John"
Five crimes at half-a-crown - W.S. Gilbert "Gentle Alice Brown"
His shield a tear of sadness - W.S. Gilbert "The Rival Curates"
Take praise in solemn mood - Richard Watson Gilder "Ah, Be Not False"
Still will he grieve when we sever - Richard Watson Gilder "Leo" [To Your Dog and to My Dog. PG. 1916]
Nor the noonday's golden grace - Alice E. Gillington "The Seven Whistlers"
Mixed a medicine that cancelled all their bets - C.L. Gilman "You're a Dog" [To Your Dog and to My Dog. PG. 1916]
The only parachutes we need - Jenn Givhan "Of Color of Landscape of Tenuous Rope"
When earth lay robed in resurrection bloom - Fanny L. Glenfield "Ye Know Not What Ye Ask" [The Continental Monthly v.6 no.4, August 1864]
When asking curses with my lips - Fanny L. Glenfield "Ye Know Not What Ye Ask" [The Continental Monthly v.6 no.4, August 1864]
Till echo rang a mile - Jean Glover "O'er the Muir amang the Heather"
All kindred gods have crumbled - Philip Becker Goetz "Eumenides" [The Fly Leaf no. 3 v.1 Feb. 1896]
When you come to the listening bridge - Ingrid Goff-Maidoff "The Listening Bridge"
For the birds to break their silence - Ingrid Goff-Maidoff "The Listening Bridge"
Trade the weight of all your seriousness - Ingrid Goff-Maidoff "The Listening Bridge"
What the voice born of stillness might say - Ingrid Goff-Maidoff "The Listening Bridge"
That may or may not be hollow - Ira Goga "The Kitchen, Indexed"
Ceramic tributes to the moon - Ira Goga "The Kitchen, Indexed"
Road salt in an open dish - Ira Goga "The Kitchen, Indexed"
To never look away - Ira Goga "The Kitchen, Indexed"
The wailings of the world's sad heart - Mary Freeman Goldbeck "On Hearing a 'Trio'" [The Continental Monthly v.6 no.6, Dec. 1864]
In mournful monotones were mixed - Mary Freeman Goldbeck "On Hearing a 'Trio'" [The Continental Monthly v.6 no.6, Dec. 1864]
Dew droppings sweet from starry spheres - Mary Freeman Goldbeck "On Hearing a 'Trio'" [The Continental Monthly v.6 no.6, Dec. 1864]
The voices of Time's children three - Mary Freeman Goldbeck "On Hearing a 'Trio'" [The Continental Monthly v.6 no.6, Dec. 1864]
Trying to live somebody else's life - Sue Golden "Julia to Jim" [The Little Review, Aug. 1916, v.3, no.5]
Ought to start straight on earth - Sue Golden "Julia to Jim" [The Little Review, Aug. 1916, v.3, no.5]
All those plighted vows forgot - John Goldie "And Can Thy Bosom?"
Will sharper be than mine - John Goldie "And Can Thy Bosom?"
Broken vows will vex and grieve - John Goldie "And Can Thy Bosom?"
How deep two secret rivers run - Laird Shields Goldsborough "Confession"
Your absence is a bisected city - Stefania Gomez "At the New York City AIDS Memorial"
To reassemble ourselves from rubble - Stefania Gomez "At the New York City AIDS Memorial"
A circle of queens chattering - Stefania Gomez "At the New York City AIDS Memorial"
Furnishing the air like ghosts - Stefania Gomez "At the New York City AIDS Memorial"
Wormseed oil and nightshade flower-shine - Regan Good "A Monstrous Catalpa Tree Grows from a Drain"
Where one can view new stars - Regan Good "A Monstrous Catalpa Tree Grows from a Drain"
In hearts there linger yet ashes of roses - Elaine Goodale "Ashes of Roses" [St. Nicholas v.V no.2, Dec. 1877]
Flooding bare and waiting meadows - Elaine Goodale "Spring Song" [St. Nicholas v.V no.2, Dec. 1877]
Moths that round the taper wheel - S.G. Goodrich "Farewell to a Fashionable Acquaintance"
Cash is the measure of the heart - S.G. Goodrich "Farewell to a Fashionable Acquaintance"
Deep solitude converts to gloom - Mrs. L.S. Goodwin "The Unsepulchred Relics"
Within compassion's genial realm - Mrs. L.S. Goodwin "The Unsepulchred Relics"
The thoughts which spurn control - Mrs. L.S. Goodwin "The Unsepulchred Relics"
There came no tidings of the lost - Mrs. L.S. Goodwin "The Unsepulchred Relics"
With free rejoicing heart - Barnabe Googe "The Fly"
And therefore void of woe - Barnabe Googe "The Fly"
That makes my grief her gain - Barnabe Googe "The Fly"
Now the latest fear - Noah Eli Gordon "Vesuvius"
The authority of the voiceover - Noah Eli Gordon "Vesuvius"
An answer that would eclipse this - Noah Eli Gordon "Vesuvius"
A tune of quiet rapture - Gerald Gould "Oxford"
Can teach the hour to speak - Gerald Gould "Oxford"
What every hour is free to learn - Gerald Gould "Oxford"
Home to a house of glass - Hannah Flagg Gould "The Boy and the Cricket"
The tempest's artillery rolled - Hannah Flagg Gould "The Butterfly's Dream"
A bright vial of wrath - Hannah Flagg Gould "The Humming-Bird's Anger"
Finding he'd but shot the wind - Hannah Flagg Gould "The Young Sportsman"
secret imaginings of romance and jasmine - Layla Azmi Goushey "Dream Particles"
the fireworks' ashes rain down - Layla Azmi Goushey "Dream Particles"
we consume the bitter dream particles - Layla Azmi Goushey "Dream Particles"
Nectars of the night - Joan Bransfield Graham "Great Indian Fruit Bat"
While the communists and the capitalists were arguing - Libby Graham "Space Worm Poem" [Strange Horizons Fund Drive 2025]
Arguing about the finish line of the space race- Libby Graham "Space Worm Poem" [Strange Horizons Fund Drive 2025]
Propelled by warp and elasticity and the ability to expand- Libby Graham "Space Worm Poem" [Strange Horizons Fund Drive 2025]
Let your doors swing open wide - Kenneth Grahame "Carol" [Christmas in Poetry: Carols and Poems. PG. No date]
Though wind may follow, and snow beside - Kenneth Grahame "Carol" [Christmas in Poetry: Carols and Poems. PG. No date]
Joy shall be yours in the morning - Kenneth Grahame "Carol" [Christmas in Poetry: Carols and Poems. PG. No date]
To venture out to the fringes of the universe - Aber O. Grand "Marbles"
To leave this widening night - Peter Grandbois "When your son abandons the lawnmower for the second time in as many days"
The doctrine of our own breath - Peter Grandbois "When your son abandons the lawnmower for the second time in as many days"
To crawl deep inside the silence - Peter Grandbois "When your son abandons the lawnmower for the second time in as many days"
The blackbird's hymn is sweet - Joseph Grant "The Blackbird's Hymn Is Sweet"
Night's shades are coming - Joseph Grant "The Blackbird's Hymn Is Sweet"
The evening star rising in glory - Joseph Grant "The Blackbird's Hymn Is Sweet"
Through life's misty sojourn - Joseph Grant "Love's Adieu"
With his hounds and his horn in the morning - John Woodcock Graves "John Peel"
A fox from his lair in the morning - John Woodcock Graves "John Peel"
With his last breath cursed them all - John Woodcock Graves "John Peel"
From a view to the death in the morning - John Woodcock Graves "John Peel"
Colour in which to drown - Rosaleen Graves "Colour"
Blind with wood smoke - Winnie Lewis Gravitt "Sippokni Sia"
Like oak twigs twisted - Winnie Lewis Gravitt "Sippokni Sia"
Rabbits in leather shoes - Winnie Lewis Gravitt "Sippokni Sia"
Hickory ashes in my hair - Winnie Lewis Gravitt "Sippokni Sia"
Presses his cup to lips of human wo [sic] - Edmund Brewster Green "The Season of Death" [The Knickerbocker v.22 no.4, Oct. 1843]
Come down from the light that blinds - Scott E. Green "Killers from the Light, Killers from the Heat"
The killers of the terrible heat above - Scott E. Green "Killers from the Light, Killers from the Heat"
Buried light in laughter and hay forever - Dora Greenwell "Haymaking" [Our Young Folks at Home and Abroad (ed. by Daphne Dale), 1894]
For they come no more together - Dora Greenwell "Haymaking" [Our Young Folks at Home and Abroad (ed. by Daphne Dale), 1894]
A fish of my own spirit - Linda Gregg "Whole and Without Blessing"
Looming on the horizon's verge - Th. Gregg "Life's Voyage"
Only hedge the cuckoo in - Fulke Greville "Love for Love"
Let not a false fate bind - Grenville Grey "Write Thou Upon Life's Page"
Some word of earnest meaning - Grenville Grey "Write Thou Upon Life's Page"
I see her pale face looking down - Viscountess Grey "Echo"
And she mocks the thing you ask - Viscountess Grey "Echo"
She hides with a vagrant will - Viscountess Grey "Echo"
Twisted stones of shaken street - Bartholomew F. Griffin "The Other Army"
Of tourney won in Arthur's lists at Camelot - Martin I. Griffin "The Ride of Prince Geraint" [Lippincott's Magazine of Popular Literature and Science, v.XII, no.30, Sept. 1873]
Felled to build my crumbling towers - William Griffith "Litany of Nations: Austria-Hungary"
Stabbing the skies for stars - William Griffith "Litany of Nations: Balkan States"
The seas where war and tempest brew - William Griffith "Litany of Nations: Great Britain"
The sweet tranquility of marching silences - William Griffith "Litany of Nations: Greece"
In the genesis of a struck flame - Rachel Eliza Griffiths "Elegy, Surrounded by Seven Trees"
Holding my own absence in faith - Rachel Eliza Griffiths "Elegy, Surrounded by Seven Trees"
The loud, wet rim of the universe - Rachel Eliza Griffiths "Elegy, Surrounded by Seven Trees"
Loved to the end - Jennifer Grotz "Staring into the Sun"
A world that never explains why - Jennifer Grotz "Staring into the Sun"
Though memory long has own'd decay - Anastasius Grün "The 'Old Player'" transl. by Adam Lodge [Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, no.CCCLXVI, v.LIX, Apr. 1846]
Laughter from the barren crowd - Anastasius Grün "The 'Old Player'" transl. by Adam Lodge [Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, no.CCCLXVI, v.LIX, Apr. 1846]
The Pit shakes with boist'rious mirth - Anastasius Grün "The 'Old Player'" transl. by Adam Lodge [Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, no.CCCLXVI, v.LIX, Apr. 1846]
But words the faltering tongue denies - Anastasius Grün "The 'Old Player'" transl. by Adam Lodge [Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, no.CCCLXVI, v.LIX, Apr. 1846]
Consuming me with ecstasy - Gulnisa Imin Gulkhan "First Night: At Six O'clock" transl. by Aziz Isa Elkun
The wound inside me - Gulnisa Imin Gulkhan "First Night: At Six O'clock" transl. by Aziz Isa Elkun
I enter by another door - Gulnisa Imin Gulkhan "First Night: At Six O'clock" transl. by Aziz Isa Elkun
Break from gravity's cold grip - Lesley Hart Gunn "The Exorcism of Icarus"
Tombs of rocky teeth and salt waters - Lesley Hart Gunn "The Exorcism of Icarus"
Laden with borrowed lives - Lesley Hart Gunn "The Exorcism of Icarus"
Heard her bee-hummed lullabies - Charles A. Gunnison "California"
Of the rich and wondrous foreign things - Charles A. Gunnison "California"
Which each new tide to her in tribute brings - Charles A. Gunnison "California"
Before I knew these treasures of the Earth - Charles A. Gunnison "Sapphire Ring"
Speaking this, their heart language - Sandra Gustin "Cause of Death"
Language is a political act - Sandra Gustin "Cause of Death"
Waiting without knowing they are - Sandra Gustin "Cause of Death"
Before the wick rejects the flame - Jessica Guzman "Predictions of the Material"
If loneliness can be broken - Roy G. Guzman "The Age of Aquarius"
My fist speaks in four languages - Roy G. Guzman "The Age of Aquarius"
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