“If you’re going to try, go all the way. Otherwise, don’t even start.” Complete poem ‘Roll the Dice’ by Charles Bukowski. Featuring the video ‘All the way’ by Willem Martinot Charles, based on the poem by Bukowski.
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Annabel Lee by Edgar Allan Poe
The famously beautiful full poem ‘Annabel Lee’ by Edgar Allan Poe.
Dinosauria, we | poem by Charles Bukowski
Poem “Dinosauria, we” by Charles Bukowski. We are born into this.
Eighteen Days Without You by Anne Sexton
The full poem “Eighteen Days Without You” by Anne Sexton- my favorite winter, December poem.
You Write Many Poems about Death | Charles Bukowski
and remember this:
the page you are looking at
now,
I once typed the words
with care
with you in mind
under a yellow
light
with the radio
on.
Alone With Everybody by Charles Bukowski
Charles Bukowski’s poem Alone With Everybody. “..we are all trapped
by a singular
fate.
nobody ever finds
the one.”
One Art by Elizabeth Bishop
The art of losing isn’t hard to master… full poem One Art Elizabeth Bishop
The Laughing Heart by Charles Bukowski
“your life is your life
don’t let it be clubbed into dank submission.
be on the watch.
there are ways out..” by Charles Bukowski
In Remembrance of Robin Williams
The world is in mourning at the news of Robin Williams death yesterday, taken apparently by his own hand.
RIP Mr Williams.
Rowing by Anne Sexton
Complete poem of Rowing by Anne Sexton. A story, a story!
(Let it go. Let it come.)
Mad Girl’s Love Song by Sylvia Plath
Mad Girls Love Song by Sylvia Plath. I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
Flight by Anne Sexton
Thinking that I would find you,
thinking I would make the plane
that goes hourly out of Boston
I drove into the city. (Flight by Anne Sexton)
Ringing the Bells by Anne Sexton
and this is the way they ring the bells in bedlam and this is the bell-lady who comes to us each tuesday morning. by anne sexton
Return From Tartarus
the window was silent against my fingertips, and it felt as cold as the snow that took rest upon it during the night before. the sun’s beauty, captured in my palm, could’ve lived for years only for me.
