This is a list of long poems in English. This list includes poems that are generally identified as part of the long poem genre, being considerable in length, and with that length enhancing the poems' meaning or thematic weight. This alphabetical list is incomplete, as the label of long poem is selectively and inconsistently applied in literary academia.
- A. R. Ammons: Tape for the Turn of the Year
- John Ashberry: The Skaters
- Elizabeth Barrett Browning: Aurora Leigh
- Robert Browning: The Ring and the Book
- Hart Crane: The Bridge
- H.D.: Helen in Egypt and Trilogy
- James Dickey: Zodiac
- Edward Dorn: Slinger
- Robert Duncan: The Structure of Rime and Passages
- T. S. Eliot: The Waste Land
- Claudia Emerson: Pinion
- Allen Ginsberg: Fall of America
- Louise Glück: The Wild Iris
- Judy Grahn: The Chronicle of Queens
- Susan Howe: The Liberties
- Langston Hughes: Montage of a Dream Deferred
- Edgar Lee Masters: Spoon River Anthology
- Peter Oresick: Warhol-o-rama
- Harry Northup: "Red Snow Fence"
- Charles Olson: Maximus Poems
- Ezra Pound: Cantos
- James Schuyler: Hymn to Life
- Ntozake Shange: For colored girls who have considered suicide/when the rainbow is enuf
- Louis Simpson: At the End of the Open Road
- Gertrude Stein: Stanzas in Meditation
- Mary Tighe: Psyche, or the Legend of Love
- Melvin B. Tolson: Harlem Gallery
- Derek Walcott: Omeros
- Walt Whitman: Song of Myself
- Saul Williams: , said the shotgun to the head
- William Carlos Williams: Paterson
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