Charles Bukowski

(16 August 1920 – 9 March 1994 / Andernach)

Charles Bukowski Poems

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

A Smile To Remember

we had goldfish and they circled around and around
in the bowl on the table near the heavy drapes
covering the picture window and
my mother, always smiling, wanting us all
to be happy, told me, 'be happy Henry!'
and she was right: it's better to be happy if you
but my father continued to beat her and me several times a week while
raging inside his 6-foot-two frame because he couldn't
understand what was attacking him from within.

my mother, poor fish,
wanting to be happy, beaten two or three times a
week, telling me to be happy: 'Henry, ...

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What A Writer

what i liked about e.e. cummings
was that he cut away from
the holiness of the
and with charm
and gamble
gave us lines
that sliced through the

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