Charles Bukowski

(16 August 1920 – 9 March 1994 / Andernach)

Charles Bukowski Poems

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