Charles Bukowski

(16 August 1920 – 9 March 1994 / Andernach)

Charles Bukowski Poems

1. 16-Bit Intel 8088 Chip 1/13/2003
2. 2 Flies 3/31/2010
3. 40,000 1/13/2003
4. 8 Count 1/13/2003
5. A 340 Dollar Horse And A Hundred Dollar Whore 3/31/2010
6. A Challenge To The Dark 1/13/2003
7. A Following 1/13/2003
8. A Radio With Guts 1/13/2003
9. A Smile To Remember 1/3/2003
10. About My Very Tortured Friend, Peter 3/31/2010
11. air and light and time and space 2/10/2016
12. Alone With Everybody 1/1/2004
13. An Almost Made Up Poem 1/13/2003
14. And The Moon And The Stars And The World 1/13/2003
15. Are You Drinking? 1/13/2003
16. As The Poems Go 1/13/2003
17. As The Sparrow 1/13/2003
18. Back To The Machine Gun 1/3/2003
19. Be Kind 1/13/2003
20. Beasts Bounding Through Time 3/19/2016
21. Big Night On The Town 1/13/2003
22. Bluebird 1/13/2003
23. Carson Mccullers 1/3/2003
24. Cause And Effect 1/13/2003
25. Close To Greatness 1/3/2003
26. Confession 1/3/2003
27. Consummation Of Grief 1/13/2003
28. Cows In Art Class 1/13/2003
29. Crucifix In A Deathhand 3/31/2010
30. Curtain 1/13/2003
31. Cut While Shaving 1/13/2003
32. Death Wants More Death 1/13/2003
33. Decline 1/13/2003
34. Eat Your Heart Out 1/13/2003
35. Eulogy To A Hell Of A Dame 1/1/2004
36. Finish 1/13/2003
37. Finished? 1/3/2003
38. Flophouse 1/13/2003
39. For Jane 1/13/2003
40. For Jane: With All The Love I Had, Which Was Not Enough: 1/1/2004

Comments about Charles Bukowski

  • Angela (11/18/2018 4:45:00 AM)

    Can somebody tell me the song please? Thanks

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  • Lukas (7/23/2018 12:49:00 PM)

    I like the cats poem

  • Craig Allen (6/19/2018 1:39:00 AM)

    I remember reading a poem - perhaps by Borges - that said something to the effect of We have air conditioning and well-working plumbing, but we still haven't written the poem. We have algebra and 4-wheel drive, but we still haven't been able to write the poem etc. etc. etc. Does anyone know it? Thanks!

  • Craig Allen (6/19/2018 1:34:00 AM)

    Years and years ago I read a poem that I thought was written by Bukowski. Around mid-length, it's theme was somethng like. They're gonna win. The bastards win every time. We're gonna' lose. We're always gonna lose.
    Does anyone else remember this one?

  • Faraz (6/11/2018 1:08:00 AM)

    You visited a Hunter place

  • foley (5/26/2018 10:49:00 PM)

    one great mess because of advts

  • C.J. R (4/11/2018 9:18:00 AM)

    To Mar Mad, the poem you called Go all the way is titled The Laughing Heart in this list

  • Mar Mad Mar Mad (8/12/2017 6:10:00 PM)

    Why this one's not included in his poem list?

    Go all the way - Charles Bukowski

    “If you're going to try, go all the way.

    Otherwise, don't even start.

    This could mean losing girlfriends, wives, relatives and maybe even your mind. I

    t could mean not eating for three or four days.

    It could mean freezing on a park bench.

    It could mean jail.

    It could mean derision.

    It could mean mockery- isolation.

    Isolation is the gift.

    All the others are a test of your endurance, of how much you really want to do it.

    And, you'll do it, despite rejection and the worst odds.

    And it will be better than anything else you can imagine.

    If you're going to try, go all the way.

    There is no other feeling like that.

    You will be alone with the gods, and the nights will flame with fire.

    You will ride life straight to perfect laughter.

    It's the only good fight there is.”

  • Nick Kler Nick Kler (3/3/2017 10:36:00 AM)

    @Georgios Venetopoulos
    Poetry is beyond any religion or a language. It has no language or boundaries, yet, it speaks to your soul. Intoxication or sobriety are just your current state of mind. Poetry comes from some far and forgotten land. I just never could understand those that love to criticize, just for the sake of it. Something in his writings pulled you here, made you stay, had you spend time writing No matter how positive or negative because that don't matter. The fact is that he pulled you towards himself, had you spend time, reading him and writing about him. He succeeded in his quest....

Best Poem of Charles Bukowski

Alone With Everybody

the flesh covers the bone
and they put a mind
in there and
sometimes a soul,
and the women break
vases against the walls
and the men drink too
much
and nobody finds the
one
but keep
looking
crawling in and out
of beds.
flesh covers
the bone and the
flesh searches
for more than
flesh.

there's no chance
at all:
we are all trapped
by a singular
fate.

nobody ever finds
the one.

the city dumps fill
the junkyards fill
the madhouses fill
the hospitals fill
the graveyards...

Read the full of Alone With Everybody

What A Writer

what i liked about e.e. cummings
was that he cut away from
the holiness of the
word
and with charm
and gamble
gave us lines
that sliced through the
dung.

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