Charles Bukowski

(16 August 1920 – 9 March 1994 / Andernach)

Bluebird - Poem by Charles Bukowski

there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too tough for him,
I say, stay in there, I'm not going
to let anybody see
you.
there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I pour whiskey on him and inhale
cigarette smoke
and the whores and the bartenders
and the grocery clerks
never know that
he's
in there.

there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too tough for him,
I say,
stay down, do you want to mess
me up?
you want to screw up the
works?
you want to blow my book sales in
Europe?
there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too clever, I only let him out
at night sometimes
when everybody's asleep.
I say, I know that you're there,
so don't be
sad.
then I put him back,
but he's singing a little
in there, I haven't quite let him
die
and we sleep together like
that
with our
secret pact
and it's nice enough to
make a man
weep, but I don't
weep, do
you?


Comments about Bluebird by Charles Bukowski

  • Stephani Kievaughan (9/9/2016 11:50:00 AM)


    Their is a hollywood movie that makes reference to the blue bird of happiness. Also a shirley temple movie that does the same. Yet my main purpose ofcommenting here is to profess my favor for this exceedingly favored poet. My heart, My spirit. Adores this poet. Exaults his style of inspiration to write. also i will humbly ask anyone who finds this to also read my poems. (Report) Reply

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  • (4/24/2016 2:33:00 PM)


    ......beautiful, the blue bird is a beautiful metaphor of good ★ (Report) Reply

  • Jozef Neumann (4/14/2016 3:07:00 PM)


    He finally made himself heard. Very sweet... (Report) Reply

  • Mohammed Asim Nehal (10/2/2015 2:06:00 PM)


    Metaphor Bluebird is amazing............We all keep it calm and down and let it come out in open....... (Report) Reply

  • Souren Mondal (9/26/2015 11:08:00 PM)


    Somewhere around we all have that bluebird inside us, but very few could actually say I'm too tough for him... It's the bluebird that is too tough for most of us, unfortunately... (Report) Reply

  • Thomas Case (7/8/2015 11:13:00 AM)


    Buk was amazing. He always had the human touch. (Report) Reply

  • Xelam Kan™ (4/5/2015 8:13:00 PM)


    he was an innocent genius, interpret and understood so badly...a posthumous legeng, (Report) Reply

  • Matthew Holloway (3/28/2015 12:43:00 PM)


    I wish I could write a poem like this (Report) Reply

  • (2/12/2015 11:49:00 AM)


    Leyend (Report) Reply

  • (2/1/2015 10:13:00 AM)


    Touching. (Report) Reply

  • (9/1/2014 2:19:00 AM)


    Well, with this poem he let the bluebird out, and it's flying around freely and singing cheerily. It's also Bukowski at his best. Thank you for providing it. (

    I assume it has now been edited to include the whole poem, for the text seems to correspond almost exactly with those of others submitted as corrections.)
    (Report) Reply

  • Dawn Fuzan (5/13/2014 5:01:00 PM)


    This is a good poem, keep it up charles (Report) Reply

  • (12/29/2013 6:06:00 PM)


    blue birds don't gather but they know their own. (Report) Reply

    Edward Sheridan (4/11/2015 6:08:00 PM)

    I love this comment

  • (6/22/2013 10:24:00 PM)


    His best poem, definitely. (Report) Reply

  • (12/4/2012 6:17:00 PM)


    one of the most beautiful poems ever written. (Report) Reply

  • (3/10/2012 11:02:00 AM)


    Full Poem
    There's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out, but I'm too tough for him. I say, stay in there, I'm not going to let anybody see you.

    There's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out, but I pour whiskey on him and inhale cigarette smoke and the whores and the bartenders and the grocery clerks never know that he's in there.

    There's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out, but I'm too tough for him. I say, stay down, do you want to mess me up? You want to screw up the works? You want to blow my book sales in Europe?

    There's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out, but I'm too clever. I only let him out at night sometimes when everybody's asleep. I say, I know that you're there, so don't be sad. Then I put him back, but he's singing a little in there. I haven't quite let him die and we sleep together like that with our secret pact and it's nice enough to make a man weep.

    But I don't weep. Do you?
    (Report) Reply

  • Jonny Brackney (12/15/2011 10:31:00 AM)


    THIS IS NOT THE FULL POEM. Please, if you read Charles Bukowski, find the full version of this poem. It is one of his best. (Report) Reply

  • (4/6/2009 2:27:00 AM)


    Wow, now that i've read the full version, it's beautiful. Very nice (Report) Reply

  • Martin O'Neill (1/7/2009 7:09:00 AM)


    Janice, you have shocked me, I never realised this was only part of the poem, not having read much of Bukowski's work before. I wonder how many others here (poems, I mean) have had their legs cut off? (Report) Reply

  • (10/2/2008 9:19:00 AM)


    seems Charles loves Jim.. always has...of course Jim was famous.. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003

Poem Edited: Thursday, July 5, 2012


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