Charles Bukowski

(16 August 1920 – 9 March 1994 / Andernach)

Charles Bukowski Poems

121. The Last Days Of The Suicide Kid 1/14/2015
122. The Laughing Heart 12/30/2013
123. The Lucky Ones 1/3/2003
124. The Meek Shall Inherit The Earth 1/13/2003
125. The Night I Was Going To Die 1/13/2003
126. The Retreat 1/13/2003
127. The Shoelace 4/28/2011
128. The Shower 1/13/2003
129. The Sun Wields Mercy 1/1/2004
130. The Trash Men 3/31/2010
131. The Worst And The Best 1/13/2003
132. These Things 1/1/2004
133. This 1/13/2003
134. Three Oranges 1/13/2003
135. To The Whore Who Took My Poems 1/13/2003
136. Trapped 1/13/2003
137. Trashcan Lives 1/13/2003
138. Trollius And Trellises 3/31/2010
139. True 1/13/2003
140. True Story 1/13/2003
141. We Ain'T Got No Money, Honey, But We Got Rain 1/13/2003
142. What A Writer 1/1/2004
143. What Can We Do? 1/13/2003
144. Whats The Use Of A Title? 1/1/2004
145. Working Out 1/13/2003
146. Writing 1/13/2003
147. Yes Yes 1/13/2003
148. Young In New Orleans 1/3/2003
Best Poem of Charles Bukowski

Alone With Everybody

the flesh covers the bone
and they put a mind
in there and
sometimes a soul,
and the women break
vases against the walls
and the men drink too
much
and nobody finds the
one
but keep
looking
crawling in and out
of beds.
flesh covers
the bone and the
flesh searches
for more than
flesh.

there's no chance
at all:
we are all trapped
by a singular
fate.

nobody ever finds
the one.

the city dumps fill
the junkyards fill
the madhouses fill
the hospitals fill
the graveyards...

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Rhyming Poem

the goldfish sing all night with guitars,
and the whores go down with the stars,
the whores go down with the stars

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