my poems are only bits of scratching
on the floor of a
cage.


Charles Bukowski

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and they put a mind
in there and
sometimes a soul,
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it's the same old thing in
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But Carroll's were more convoluted, and they struck me as funny in a new way:

1) Babies a...
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The ass is the face of the soul of sex.
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I'm fucking the grave, I thought, I'm bringing the dead back to life...
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They scribble on notepads,
the sound of their pens
scratching the judgemental air.
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The center of my sins
stuck behind a blocked door,
circled by hollow deeds
spread ...
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These poems are cups
that I pour my love into.
Here,
Drink!
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I wasn’t lonely. I experienced no self-pity. I was just caught up in a life in which I could find...
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Your eyes are like heavy rain
falling from pregnant clouds.
With one glance, you washed ...
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The work of a queasy undergraduate scratching his pimples.
[on James Joyce's Ulysses]
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I am a caged bird,
rattling the bars of my cage,
with furious flutterings,
break my c...
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Humanity i love you because you
are perpetually putting the secret of
life in your pants a...
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I never knew You lived so close to the floor,
but every time I am bowed down,
crushed by t...
SHEILA WALSH
‎"she’ mad but she’
magic. there’ no lie in her fire.
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you fall into the mirror,
come through the other
side
staring at a lightbulb.
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a pro does as well as he can within what
he has set out to do
and a madman
does excep...
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Christmas poem to a man in jail

hello Bill Abbott:
I appreciate your passing around ...
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and the color in my eyes
has gone back into the sea.
CHARLES BUKOWSKI
the whole world is caught in her glance
and at last
the universe is
magnificent.
CHARLES BUKOWSKI
God knows I am not too hippy. Perhaps because I am too much around the hip and I fear fads for, like...
CHARLES BUKOWSKI
I wasn’t going anywhere and neither was the rest of the world. We were all just hanging around wai...
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Some lose all mind and become soul, insane. Some lose all soul and become mind, intellectual. Some l...
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some winters
will never melt

some summers
will never freeze

and some...
SANOBER KHAN
I prefer the absurdity of writing poems
to the absurdity of not writing poems.
WISłAWA SZYMBORSKA
sometimes when everything seems at
its worst
when all conspires
and gnaws
and th...
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your smile.
is the ultimate
golden dream.
all the poems
in the world
are wa...
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Picasso said he'd paint with his own wet tongue
on the dusty floor of a jail cell if he had to....
ANDREA GIBSON
I wonder
if you ever read my poems
and wish
they were written
for you.
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we are all like poems.
some of us rhyme. some don’t.
some are Pulitzer prizes
som...
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They sat cross-legged on
the floor, short of lotus, lay back
between table and couch. In t...
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You are the mark on my liquid heart
where love begins with the beginning’s start
You are...
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Why did I come here? I thought. Why is it always only a matter of choosing between something bad and...
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You just wait.
Soon,
lovers all over the world
will be reciting poems
dedicate...
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I found the poems in the fields,
And only wrote them down.
JOHN CLARE
A fleeting second on someone's news feed,
No dearth of meanings for those who read,
Not my...
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I sigh. "I don't know what's happening to me."
"They're called hormones."

I shoot hi...
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I own a crevice stuffed with moss
and a couch of lemming fur;
I sit and listen to the musi...
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Where the cheerful children
of unwritten poems,
play all around,
you will find me the...
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Each in the most hidden sack kept
the lost jewels of memory,
intense love, secret nights a...
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If you have the ability to love, love yourself first.
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Night is the sleep of seven wax moths
Dawn is the singing of five mermaids
Noon is the scr...
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listen to my poems
but do not look for me
look for you.
NAYYIRAH WAHEED
DEPARTURE

The horizon slopes away

The days are longer
Trip

A...
PIERRE REVERDY
Despite all my rage
I am still just a rat in the cage.
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There lived a poet in the lands of gold,
Wrote along poems unaffected by warmth or cold,
H...
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Opusculum paedagogicum
The pears are not viols,
Nudes or bottles.
They resemble nothing els...
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I break out laughing. I frown.
I yell and scream. Sometimes,
if one jokes and giggles,
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I knew that in the last
few minutes everything had
changed. I'd tried to hold myself apart...
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You write poems with your fingertips
And I keep listening to the songs written on my skin
...
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The sunlight in the garden
Hardens and grows cold,
We cannot cage the minute
Within its ...
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I guess the only time most people think about injustice is when it happens to them.
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But it's a child! You're a man!"

"Your powers of observation are formidable...
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Poems can get
sleepless too

and become

the loneliest thing
in the un...
SANOBER KHAN
Anyone who says, “Here’s my address,
write me a poem,” deserves something in reply.
...
NAOMI SHIHAB NYE
Haunted

You haunt me in my dreams
I can only hear my drowning screams
Is it bec...
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I had never had a piece of toast
Particularly long and wide,
But fell upon the sanded floor,...
JAMES PAYN
This is what it had come to. Glitter. How he thought glitter had been a good idea, the Gods only kne...
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The War Has Been Declared.
Your Ally Been Ensnared.
It Is Now Or It Is Never.
Break T...
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We shall not sip from the same glass,
No water for us, or sweet wine;
We’ll not embrace ...
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(Divorce)
We’ll remarry someday when we’ve grown,
Like royalty who’ve earned the th...
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Think of the Christmas present
of gashes you opened when, in an attempt
to be Superman, y...
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(What are your ghosts like?)
(They are on the insides of the lids of my eyes.)
(This is al...
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Unless you are here: this garden refuses to exist.
Pink dragonflies fall from the air
and ...
ABERJHANI
What do you fear, lady?' he asked.

'A cage,' she said.
J.R.R. TOLKIEN
Where were you
when
I undressed and told the tales of my day?
Where were you
w...
KAMAND KOJOURI
there are some poems
that we leave behind
some that leave us behind

while some ...
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LONG LIVE...

This country is but a wish of the spirit, a counter-sepulcher.
<...
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it doesn't matter if Prince Charles falls off his horse
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the best part was
pulling down the
shades
stuffing the doorbell
with rags
p...
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It is difficult
to get the news from poems
yet men die miserably every day
for ...
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A spider lives inside my head
Who weaves a strange and wondrous web
Of silken threads and ...
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Linger now with me, thou Beauty,
On the sharp archaic shore.
Surely 'tis a wastrel's dut...
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hear the raindrops crying,
as the rain never wants to pour
down on my...
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Steven dreamed of you the very second
you died

(So the poem goes)
and you may h...
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Stone walls do not a prison make,
Nor iron bars a cage;
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My heart can feel the softness of a star
Only when the moon stays afar
I lay my mind on t...
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Original Poems for Infant Minds My Mother
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And would some prett...
ANON.
When I recorded my solo album, 'Keep It Hid,' in 2008, I'd gotten more interested in son...
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nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility:whos...
E.E. CUMMINGS
Divine love"

"Don't Leave me,
ONLY
To carry my body
on my two feet
SEEMA GUPTA
Writing poems
is simply an excuse
to remember You.
KAMAND KOJOURI
You are the
remedy of intensity
i need in my life, to
spin me out of the
miserab...
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Sleep my friend and you will see
That dream is my reality
They keep me locked up in this c...
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You must remember that you are my prime treasure (and always have been).'
Emma Darwin to husban...
DEBORAH HEILIGMAN
The Clock on the Morning Lenape Building

Must Clocks be circles?
Time is not a circl...
JERRY SPINELLI
I came to the table, pulled up a chair, and sat.

“Everyone brought a pet. I feel left ...
ILONA ANDREWS
I know
you and I
are not about poems or
other sentimental bullshit
but I have t...
CLEMENTINE VON RADICS
I don't know if I have a favorite color.
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It's very special having a new little girl.
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I surrendered my beliefs
and found myself at the tree of life
injecting my story into the...
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When a country is defeated, there remain only mountains and rivers, and on a ruined castle in spring...
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Oh—and Darien?”

“Yeah?”

“Diet. Don’t forget. I think the third flo...
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It was all over the place -- little bits of crack here, paraphernalia. It was on the bed, on the flo...
GEORGE KAJTSA
I've written you sixty-seven love poems.
Here’s another one for you.
But really, for me....
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There were still few rules at Down House, and Charles was not very good at enforcing the ones he and...
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I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.

A tree whose hungry mouth is...
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There is a voice in my head that is only silenced by the scratching of my pen
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my beerdrunk soul is sadder than all the dead christmas trees of the world.
CHARLES BUKOWSKI
Thirty- eight years old and he was finished. He sipped at the coffee and remembered where he had gon...
CHARLES BUKOWSKI
I wanted the whole world or nothing.
CHARLES BUKOWSKI
You have to die a few times before you can really
live.
CHARLES BUKOWSKI
My ambition is handicapped by laziness
CHARLES BUKOWSKI
Some people never go crazy, What truly horrible lives they must live.
CHARLES BUKOWSKI
I went to the kitchen and felt-up the turkey.
CHARLES BUKOWSKI
There is nothing that teaches you more than regrouping after failure ad moving on. Yet most people a...
CHARLES BUKOWSKI
Well it’s good to have a car like that, once in a while somebody’ll say, ‘why don’t you come...
CHARLES BUKOWSKI
If I write badly about blacks, homosexuals and women, it is because of these who I met were that. Th...
CHARLES BUKOWSKI
having nothing to struggle
against
they have nothing to struggle
for.
CHARLES BUKOWSKI
There is a time to stop reading, there is a time to STOP trying to WRITE, there is a time to kick th...
CHARLES BUKOWSKI
I stopped looking for a Dream Girl, I just wanted one that wasn't a nightmare.
CHARLES BUKOWSKI
The place trembled with sound. I didn't need to do anything. They would do it all. But you had to be...
CHARLES BUKOWSKI
You're afraid of the audience, aren't you?"
"Yes, but it's not stagefright. It's that I'm there...
CHARLES BUKOWSKI
To do a dull thing with style-now that's what I call art.
CHARLES BUKOWSKI
Sex is interesting, but it's not totally important. I mean it's not even as important (physically) a...
CHARLES BUKOWSKI
Before you kill something make sure you have something better to replace it with; something better t...
CHARLES BUKOWSKI
I don't like jail, they got the wrong kind of bars in there
CHARLES BUKOWSKI
There are worse things than being alone,
CHARLES BUKOWSKI
Boring damned people. All over the earth. Propagating more boring damned people. What a horror show....
CHARLES BUKOWSKI
that your power of command
with simple language was
one of the magnificent things of
...
CHARLES BUKOWSKI
Cats tell me without effort all that there is to know.
CHARLES BUKOWSKI
I
think that the
world should be full of cats and full of rain, that's all, just
cats...
CHARLES BUKOWSKI
My objection to war was not that I had to kill somebody or be killed senselessly, that hardly matter...
CHARLES BUKOWSKI
My heart is a thousand years old. I am not like other people.
CHARLES BUKOWSKI
girls
please give your
bodies and your
lives
to
the young men
who
CHARLES BUKOWSKI
We’ve all heard that little woman who says, “Oh, it’s terrible what these young people do to t...
CHARLES BUKOWSKI
- I tak nieźle sobie pożyłem.
- Co to za życie? – powiedział ojciec.- Nic tylko kłamstw...
CHARLES BUKOWSKI
I guess I´m too used to sitting in a small room and making
words do a few things. I see enoug...
CHARLES BUKOWSKI
So be careful when you bend over.
CHARLES BUKOWSKI
as long as there are
human beings about
there is never going to be
any peace
for...
CHARLES BUKOWSKI
I have, he went on, betrayed myself with
belief, deluded myself with love
tricked myself w...
CHARLES BUKOWSKI
is there any wonder why the world is where it’s at now? just notice the creature sitting near you ...
CHARLES BUKOWSKI
they thought that writing had
something to do with
the politics of the
thing.
CHARLES BUKOWSKI
it’s as if he were hiding in there and I want to console him, say: “I am sorry, poor fellow, but...
CHARLES BUKOWSKI
it is a fine sunny day and great matters loom across the horizon of history. Carthage in my rearview...
CHARLES BUKOWSKI
I often carry things to read so that I will not have to look at the people.
CHARLES BUKOWSKI
another hot summer night as I sit here and play at being a writer again. and the worst thing of cour...
CHARLES BUKOWSKI
Living too long takes more than time
CHARLES BUKOWSKI
humanity you sick motherfucker.
CHARLES BUKOWSKI
I look like a man in a death camp.
I
am.

still, I'm lucky: I feat on solitude, ...
CHARLES BUKOWSKI
Writing is its own intoxication.
CHARLES BUKOWSKI
if I had a book or a drink then I didn’t think too much of other things—fools create their own p...
CHARLES BUKOWSKI
But you know, my former life as a bibliophile, it possibly kept me from murdering somebody, myself i...
CHARLES BUKOWSKI
alone tonight in this house, alone with 6 cats who tell me without effort all that there is to know.
CHARLES BUKOWSKI
a bird no one wants. he’s mine. my bird of pain. he doesn’t sing. that bird swaying on the bough...
CHARLES BUKOWSKI
of one hundred movies there's one that is fair, one that's good and ninety eight that are very bad. ...
CHARLES BUKOWSKI
people are worn away with striving, they hide in common habits. their concerns are herd concerns. fe...
CHARLES BUKOWSKI
death is walking
up and down
this room
smoking my cigars
taking hits of my <...
CHARLES BUKOWSKI
there was a soldier in the next room living with his wife and he would soon be going over there to p...
CHARLES BUKOWSKI
I was so thin I could slice bread with my shoulderblades, only I seldom had bread
CHARLES BUKOWSKI
well, death says, as he walks by, I'm going to get you anyhow no matter what you've been: writer, ca...
CHARLES BUKOWSKI
not writing is not good but trying to write when you can't is worse.
CHARLES BUKOWSKI
great books are the ones we need
CHARLES BUKOWSKI
young or old, good or bad, I don't think anything dies as slow and as hard as a writer.
CHARLES BUKOWSKI
I could read the great books but the great books don't interest me.
CHARLES BUKOWSKI
writing about a writer's block is better than not writing at all
CHARLES BUKOWSKI
I tell you such fine music waits in the shadows of hell.
CHARLES BUKOWSKI
I often carry things to read
so that I will not have to look at
the people.
CHARLES BUKOWSKI
Now we are citizens of nothing. the sun itself knows the sad truth of how we surrendered our lives a...
CHARLES BUKOWSKI