Poems begining by B
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Bermudas
© Andrew Marvell
Where the remote Bermudas ride
In th' Oceans bosome unespy'd,
From a small Boat, that row'd along,
The listning Winds receiv'd this Song.
Blues
© Derek Walcott
You know they wouldn't kill
you. Just playing rough,
like young Americans will.
Still it taught me somthing
about love. If it's so tough,
forget it.
Before the Curtain
© Francis Bret Harte
Behind the footlights hangs the rusty baize,
A trifle shabby in the upturned blaze
Of flaring gas and curious eyes that gaze.
Bankside: (Home Of Edmund Quincy Dedham)
© James Russell Lowell
I
I christened you in happier days, before
Blood Oranges
© Lisel Mueller
In 1936, a child
in Hitler's Germany,
what did I know about the war in Spain?
Andalusia was a tango
Bedtime Story
© Lisel Mueller
The moon lies on the river
like a drop of oil.
The children come to the banks to be healed
of their wounds and bruises.
Breitmann In Belgium. Ostende.
© Charles Godfrey Leland
BOON tidings to der Breitmann came
Ash he at table end,
Dere's right goot fisch at Blankenberghe,
Und oysters in Ostend.
Before
© Yehuda Amichai
Before the gate has been closed,
before the last quetion is posed,
before I am transposed.
Before the weeds fill the gardens,
Boats Sail On The Rivers
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Boats sail on the rivers,
And ships sail on the seas;
Butter
© Connie Wanek
Butter, like love,
seems common enough
yet has so many imitators.
I held a brick of it, heavy and cool,
Before Sleep
© Catherine Anderson
I was in love with anatomy
the symmetry of my body
poised for flight,
the heights it would take
Bonie Peggy Alison
© Robert Burns
Chor. - And I'll kiss thee yet, yet,
And I'll kiss thee o'er again:
And I'll kiss thee yet, yet,
My bonie Peggy Alison.
Bride of Abydos, The
© Lord Byron
"Had we never loved so kindly,
Had we never loved so blindly,
Never met or never parted,
We had ne'er been broken-hearted." Burns
By the Rivers of Babylon We Sat Down and Wept
© Lord Byron
We sat down and wept by the waters
Of Babel, and thought of the day
When our foe, in the hue of his slaughters,
Made Salem's high places his prey;
And ye, oh her desolate daughters!
Were scattered all weeping away.
Bleezer's Ice Cream
© Jack Prelutsky
I am Ebenezer Bleezer,
I run BLEEZER'S ICE CREAM STORE,
taste a flavor from my freezer,
you will surely ask for more.
Be Glad Your Nose is on Your Face
© Jack Prelutsky
Be glad your nose is on your face,
not pasted on some other place,
for if it were where it is not,
you might dislike your nose a lot.
Book Of Suleika - Hatem 03
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
HOLD me, locks, securely caught
In the circle of her face!
Blanche Et Douce Colombe
© André Marie de Chénier
Blanche et douce colombe, aimable prisonnière,
Quel injuste ennemi te cache à la lumière?
