Charles Bukowski

(16 August 1920 – 9 March 1994 / Andernach)

Charles Bukowski Poems

81. Young In New Orleans 1/3/2003
82. Metamorphosis 1/13/2003
83. Poetry 1/13/2003
84. The Crunch 1/3/2003
85. My Father 1/3/2003
86. Finished? 1/3/2003
87. Gamblers All 1/3/2003
88. Rain 1/13/2003
89. My Groupie 1/13/2003
90. I Like Your Books 1/3/2003
91. 8 Count 1/13/2003
92. Writing 1/13/2003
93. The Lucky Ones 1/3/2003
94. Decline 1/13/2003
95. Eat Your Heart Out 1/13/2003
96. Some People 1/13/2003
97. Rhyming Poem 1/13/2003
98. Melancholia 1/13/2003
99. The Aliens 1/13/2003
100. We Ain'T Got No Money, Honey, But We Got Rain 1/13/2003
101. Hello, How Are You? 1/3/2003
102. Flophouse 1/13/2003
103. Nirvana 1/13/2003
104. Whats The Use Of A Title? 1/1/2004
105. True 1/13/2003
106. Having The Flu And With Nothing Else To Do 1/3/2003
107. Finish 1/13/2003
108. About My Very Tortured Friend, Peter 3/31/2010
109. 16-Bit Intel 8088 Chip 1/13/2003
110. I Made A Mistake 1/13/2003
111. Curtain 1/13/2003
112. I'M In Love 1/13/2003
113. How Is Your Heart? 1/13/2003
114. Cut While Shaving 1/13/2003
115. Oh Yes 1/13/2003
116. Yes Yes 1/13/2003
117. I Met A Genius 1/13/2003
118. Pull A String, A Puppet Moves 1/13/2003
119. Freedom 1/1/2004
120. 2 Flies 3/31/2010

Comments about Charles Bukowski

  • Justin Gonzalez Justin Gonzalez (12/9/2012 3:49:00 AM)

    As a poet, as a writer, as a human being, I have to confess that Charles Bukowski has been a BIG influence on me. If he never existed, I'd probably be completely lost (or maybe I'd BE Charles Bukowski, who knows... and who cares) . Some people have Jesus, some people have John Lennon, I have Charles Bukowski.

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  • Andrew Ludlam (11/29/2012 7:08:00 AM)

    Bukowski would understand the difference between telling someone: A- what to think or: B- how to think. Most people would assume that both are an invasion/insult. If you do not have some sense of 'B', then you can only memorise the incoming bits of 'A'....and blindly hope. It's called Faith, I am led to believe....just look at the world.

  • Charles Bukowski (9/9/2012 5:34:00 PM)

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  • Charles Bukowski (9/9/2012 5:31:00 PM)

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  • Charles Bukowski (9/9/2012 5:29:00 PM)

    Great poems, great poet. For more look my page:

  • Ed Byrne (8/31/2012 4:16:00 PM)

    i think he does write for the common man, for everyman. for the working class, the drunk, the beaten and for those who want more out of there shit life, more from the people they encounter. i love his work, its refreshing not to have dire sentimental untruths.his novel ham on rye which is also a great read will give you an insight into the man.

  • Ciarli Ling (6/9/2012 6:31:00 AM)

    A very criticized Poet,
    the people must learn that instead of spiting in face of someone big,
    He was an original Poet, to say the things in his own way,
    maybe his Germanic English helped him, okay.

  • Nicole Snyder (5/16/2012 12:20:00 AM)

    I think most of these comments about his writing are off base and annoying. Are any of you even poverty level? Or just sitting in your corner office eating xanax and googling Bukowski and kiddy porn...

  • Nicole Snyder (5/16/2012 12:18:00 AM)

    I'd sit on his face for a while. N.S.

  • Michele Kostelnik Parrillo (9/27/2011 1:59:00 PM)

    Unfortunately most beat writers seem to think exactly as this poem states. I feel that he hit home on this one. No one likes to speak of it but writers sometimes die old and alone or kill them selves. I can feel his pain. Yes, I do relate... but have hope in the next life with Jesus.
    Michele Kostelnik Parrillo His poem Alone with Everybody is so original and suddenly becomes appreciable by certain poets-that walk down unusual paths.

Best Poem of Charles Bukowski

A Smile To Remember

we had goldfish and they circled around and around
in the bowl on the table near the heavy drapes
covering the picture window and
my mother, always smiling, wanting us all
to be happy, told me, 'be happy Henry!'
and she was right: it's better to be happy if you
but my father continued to beat her and me several times a week while
raging inside his 6-foot-two frame because he couldn't
understand what was attacking him from within.

my mother, poor fish,
wanting to be happy, beaten two or three times a
week, telling me to be happy: 'Henry, ...

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Rhyming Poem

the goldfish sing all night with guitars,
and the whores go down with the stars,
the whores go down with the stars

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