Charles Bukowski

(16 August 1920 – 9 March 1994 / Andernach)

Confession - Poem by Charles Bukowski

waiting for death
like a cat
that will jump on the

I am so very sorry for
my wife

she will see this
shake it once, then

Hank won't

it's not my death that
worries me, it's my wife
left with this
pile of

I want to
let her know
that all the nights
beside her

even the useless
were things
ever splendid

and the hard
I ever feared to
can now be

I love

Comments about Confession by Charles Bukowski

  • Gold Star - 39,563 Points Mohammed Asim Nehal (10/2/2015 2:14:00 PM)

    Wonderful poem......When they are with us we seldom care about when they leave we seldom forget them........ (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie - 112 Points Nishu Sharma (5/8/2015 5:36:00 AM)

    Good (Report) Reply

  • Bronze Star - 2,351 Points Mark Arvizu (4/14/2015 8:58:00 AM)

    Death frees him to express what he really wants to say. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Irena Markovic (7/3/2012 6:49:00 PM)

    Just... brilliant... (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Jonny Brackney (12/15/2011 10:11:00 AM)

    Yes, there is a kindness stored away in Bukowski. As he reveals in his poem 'Bluebird' which is my favorite poem from him. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Fake Name (12/21/2008 2:21:00 AM)

    I know, Jefffff. We come for the lonliness but stayt for the... (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 0 Points Nomi Mas (2/8/2008 7:19:00 AM)

    from the heart. the best confession afterall (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 3 Points J P Klegg (7/13/2005 4:40:00 PM)

    Then he goes and writes something sweet like this? ? (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003

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