Poem Quote by Charles Bukowski Download Open image ““There is a blue bird in my heart that wants to get out.”” — Charles Bukowski ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 2.9 out of 5 (5 ratings) Copy quoteShare Poem Poignant
“There's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out, but I'm too tough for him.” — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“a bird no one wants. he’s mine. my bird of pain. he doesn’t sing. that bird swaying on the bough.” — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“I need the shade of blue that rips your heart out. You don't see that type of blue around here.” — Cath Crowley Copy Share Image
“I'm afraid if i go out again, i'll remember what he took from me. All these feeling of captivity will finally disappear and i… — J.A. Huss Copy Share Image
“I have to fly away, and like a bird every season, I’ll come home to him.” — I Surrender Copy Share Image
“You know, birds always find their way home, no matter the distance. Perhaps you will, too.” — M.A. Kuzniar Copy Share Image
“When the pretty birds have flown, And you feel hurt and alone, Be strong and carry on, And remember that life goes on.” — Mouloud Benzadi Copy Share Image
“sometimes when everything seems at its worst when all conspires and gnaws and the hours, days, weeks years seem wasted – stretched there upon… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
well, death says, as he walks by, I'm going to get you anyhow no matter what you've been: writer, cab-driver, pimp, butcher, sky-diver, I'm… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“There is only one place to write and that is alone at a typewriter. A writer who has to go into the streets is… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
Even the stove and the refrigerator looked human, I mean good human - they seemed to have arms and voices and they said, hang… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“nerves twitching in the sheets -- to face the sunlight again, that's clearly trouble. I like the city better when the neon lights are… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“Their Love Is Average, Seeks Average But There Is Genius In Their Hatred” — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“I climbed the stairway (there was no elevator) and put the key in. The door swung open. Somebody had changed all the furniture around,… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“Strangers when you meet, strangers when you part -a gymnasium of bodies namelessly masturbating each other. People with no morals often considered themselves more… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
I like to change liquor stores frequently because the clerks got to know your habits if you went in night and day and bought… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“I was like a turd that drew flies instead of like a flower that butterflies and bees desired. I wanted to live alone,I felt… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“sometimes when everything seems at its worst when all conspires and gnaws and the hours, days, weeks years seem wasted – stretched there upon… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“The name does not deserve the poem, but the poem deserves the name.” — Dejan Stojanovic Copy Share Image
“Sentinels of trees breathe life into bodies of earthly flesh As their mighty arms reach to the stars we join in their quest for… — Ramon Ravenswood Copy Share Image
“I cannot go to school today" Said little Peggy Ann McKay. "I have the measles and the mumps, A gash, a rash and purple… — Shel Silverstein Copy Share Image
“The gift of words, the source of enjoyment, the source of delight that comes within and the unfading beauty and energy of words.” — Euginia Herlihy Copy Share Image
“Memories of past. Heartaches of old. Courage of brass. Lessons of gold.” — Richelle E. Goodrich Copy Share Image
“Easter blessings All life’s sacrifices like autumn leaves awaken our senses and power to love and be whole Our Mother Earth, Our Father Sky… — Ramon Ravenswood Copy Share Image
Poetry is a lousy form of activism; it doesn't really change much. And maybe we can point to one or two historical times when… — Daphne Gottlieb Copy Share Image
“So this is love: the Sculptor’s chisel. And stone, which in its whole life does not utter a single word, suddenly sings.” — Milan Rúfus Copy Share Image
“The Estate of Solemnity By right, it reigns in its places- in long beards Of spanish moss hanging from a live oak On a… — Pattiann Rogers Copy Share Image
“In daylight we pick up our tinned rations and hike off, every artery and nerve of us, into the rest of our commemorative lives.” — Tess Gallagher Copy Share Image
“Ô, Wanderess, Wanderess When did you feel your most euphoric kiss? Was I the source of your greatest bliss?” — Roman Payne Copy Share Image
