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- Ba ghnáth mé ar siúl le ciumhais na habhann by Brian Merriman
- Babe Jesus lay in Mary’s lap, by George MacDonald
- Baby sits upon the floor, by Arthur Weir
- Babylon slim by E. E. Cummings
- Bacchus must now his power resign— by Henry Carey
- Back and forth, back and forth, to and from the church, by Edgar Lee Masters
- Back from the cordial Grave I drag thee by Emily Dickinson
- Back from the line one night in June, by Robert Graves
- Back from the Somme two Fusiliers by Robert Graves
- Back of my back, they talk of me, by Dorothy Parker
- Back out of all this now too much for us, by Robert Frost
- Back shining from the pane, the fire by George MacDonald
- Back to the breast of thy mother, by Paul Laurence Dunbar
- Back to the flower-town, side by side, by Algernon Charles Swinburne
- Baffled for just a day or two— by Emily Dickinson
- Bah! I have sung women in three cities, by Ezra Pound
- Bah! malgré les destins jaloux, by Paul Verlaine
- Baiser! rose trémière au jardin des caresses! by Paul Verlaine
- Bald heads forgetful of their sins, by William Butler Yeats
- Balow, my babe, lie still and sleep! by Anonymous
- Balow, my boy, ly still and sleep, by Andrew Lang
- Bands of dark and bands of light by George MacDonald
- Bang! by Amy Lowell
- Banish Air from Air— by Emily Dickinson
- Barbed wire snags like briars when by Ron Rash
- Bard of brief days, but ah, of deathless fame! by Henry Kirk White
- Bards of Passion and of Mirth, by John Keats
- Barney McGee, there’s no end of good luck in you, by Bliss Carman and Richard Hovey
- Barque of phosphor by Wallace Stevens
- Bathsheba came out to the sun, by Lizette Woodworth Reese
- Batter my heart, three-personed God; for you by John Donne
- Battles nor songs can from oblivion save, by Lizette Woodworth Reese
- Be composed—be at ease with me—I am Walt Whitman, liberal and lusty as Nature; by Walt Whitman
- Be honest, kindly, simple, true; by Robert Service
- Be hush’d, be hush’d, ye bitter winds, by Henry Kirk White
- Be kind and tender to the Frog, by Hilaire Belloc
- Be Mine the Doom— by Emily Dickinson
- Be my companion under cool arcades by Alan Seeger
- Be near me when my light is low, by Alfred Lord Tennyson
- Be not angry with me that I bear by Amy Lowell
- Be not sad because all men by James Joyce
- Be not thou silent now at length by John Milton
- Be patient with you? by Amy Lowell
- Be patient, Life, when Love is at the gate, by Walter Conrad Arensberg
- Be slowly lifted up, thou long black arm, by Wilfred Owen
- Be still, my soul, be still; the arms you bear are brittle, by A. E. Housman
- Be still. The Hanging Gardens were a dream by Trumbull Stickney
- Be this the fate by James H. Cousins
- Be to her, Persephone, by Edna St. Vincent Millay
- Be welcome, year! with corn and sickle come; by George MacDonald
- Be wise as thou art cruel; do not press by William Shakespeare
- Be you still, be you still, trembling heart; by William Butler Yeats
- Beams of the daybreak faint! I hail by Henry Kirk White
- Bear and forbear, I counsel thee, by Hanford Lennox Gordon
- Beat! beat! drums!—Blow! bugles! blow! by Walt Whitman
- Beating Heart! we come again by Frederick Locker-Lampson
- Beautiful Boy—thy heavenward thoughts by Thomas Gent
- Beautiful cloud! with folds so soft and fair, by William Cullen Bryant
- Beautiful face of a child, by Andrew Lang
- Beautiful lofty things: O’Leary’s noble head; by William Butler Yeats
- Beautiful maiden, by Madge Morris Wagner
- Beautiful mother is busy all day, by George MacDonald
- Beautiful must be the mountains whence ye come, by Robert Bridges
- Beautiful stories wed with lovely days by George MacDonald
- Beautiful! Sir, you may say so. Thar isn’t her match in the county; by Bret Harte
- Beautiful, tender, wasting away for sorrow; by Christina Rossetti
- Beautiful, tragical faces— by Ezra Pound
- Beauty and youth, with manners sweet, and by Herman Melville
- Beauty calls and gives no warning, by Ridgely Torrence
- Beauty clear and fair, by John Fletcher
- Beauty crowds me till I die by Emily Dickinson
- Beauty has a throne-room by Vachel Lindsay
- Beauty like hers is genius. Not the call by Dante Gabriel Rossetti
- Beauty sat bathing by a spring, by Anthony Munday
- Beauty walked over the hills and made them bright. by John Freeman
- Beauty—be not caused—It Is— by Emily Dickinson
- Because ’twas Riches I could own, by Emily Dickinson
- Because back home in Tennessee by Robert Service
- Because God put His adamantine fate by Rupert Brooke
- Because He loves Her by Emily Dickinson
- Because he puts the compromising chart by Edwin Arlington Robinson
- Because he was a butcher and thereby by Edwin Arlington Robinson
- Because I am idolotrous and have besought by Ernest Dowson
- Because I am mad about women by William Butler Yeats
- Because I breathe not love to every one, by Sir Philip Sidney
- Because I could not stop for Death— by Emily Dickinson
- Because I do not hope to turn again by T. S. Eliot
- Because I feel that, in the Heavens above, by Edgar Allan Poe
- Because I had loved so deeply, by Paul Laurence Dunbar
- Because I have no garden and by Robert Service
- Because I have ten thousand pounds I sit upon my stern, by Robert Service
- Because I love the soothing weed by Robert Service
- Because I used to shun by Joseph Plunkett
- Because I was a woman lone by Robert Service
- Because I was a wonton wild by Robert Service
- Because I was content with these poor fields, by Ralph Waldo Emerson
- Because I’ve eighty years and odd, by Robert Service
- Because my Brook is fluent by Emily Dickinson
- Because my eyes were none to bright by Robert Service
- Because my love is quick to come and go— by Dorothy Parker
