Denis Kucharski

Rookie (November 17,1976 / Medina, Ohio)

Denis Kucharski Poems

1. Buying Time 11/14/2006
2. In Memory Of A Certain Bukowski 11/14/2006
3. Made Alone 11/15/2006
4. Picasso 11/15/2006
5. Richard Fenyman 11/15/2006
6. Hoodwinked 11/15/2006
7. In America 11/15/2006
8. Caffeinated Aspirations 11/16/2006
9. In Anopposite Dreams 11/16/2006
10. A Ginsbergian Relinquishment 11/16/2006
11. We'Ll Meet At Disney World 11/16/2006
12. Old Home Videos 11/18/2006
13. Wandering What My Fate Will Be 11/18/2006
14. I Can Feel It 11/21/2006
15. Is This What Hell Is Like? 11/21/2006
16. A Postcard From The License Bureau 11/21/2006
17. Thanksgiving Day 11/23/2006
18. The Gospel Of Wealth 11/25/2006
19. You Think So? 11/25/2006
20. I Dashed Off A Poem 11/27/2006
21. Somewhere On A Server Farm 11/27/2006
22. I Find It Strange 11/27/2006
23. Ruminating In A Park 11/27/2006
24. A Dirge For Icarus 11/27/2006
25. My Poem To God 11/27/2006
26. Damn The Sails! 11/27/2006
27. To Lord Byron 11/27/2006
28. The Meaning Of Strange Existence 11/27/2006
29. Reflections Upon Mortality 11/27/2006
30. Heading Down The Pathways Of Time 11/27/2006
31. An Empty Street At Dusk 11/27/2006
32. Postmodern Poetry's Manifesto 11/27/2006
33. Values 11/27/2006
34. For Salieri 11/27/2006
35. I Watched You Sleeping, My Love 11/27/2006
36. A Voiceless Winter 11/27/2006
37. Winter 11/27/2006
38. To Hemmingway 11/27/2006
39. A Ballad From Lonely Mr. Smith 11/27/2006
40. The Execution Of Ms. Tucker 11/27/2006
Best Poem of Denis Kucharski

It's Hard To Write Poems

It's hard to write poems
When you've nothing left to give
And your insides are withered
And your soul has run dry
Like a leper
You've found no distillment
In your heart's content
There you lie
Broken and open
With nothing left to give
Not even your art.

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Hoodwinked

Hoodwinked, bamboozled and bewildered
I lay atop the smoky hillside.
Unaware of what lie ahead.
And in fiercer moments
I held my head in grief
And shouted in joy
And with resignation cried
Because the answers
Were with me all along
And I, in searching for them
Found nothing in between.

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