Charles Bukowski

(16 August 1920 – 9 March 1994 / Andernach)

Charles Bukowski Poems

121. Curtain 1/13/2003
122. Yes Yes 1/13/2003
123. For Jane 1/13/2003
124. 2 Flies 3/31/2010
125. Girl In A Miniskirt Reading The Bible Outside My Window 1/13/2003
126. Finish 1/13/2003
127. Raw With Love 1/1/2004
128. Cows In Art Class 1/13/2003
129. A Following 1/13/2003
130. To The Whore Who Took My Poems 1/13/2003
131. Close To Greatness 1/3/2003
132. Big Night On The Town 1/13/2003
133. Consummation Of Grief 1/13/2003
134. 40,000 1/13/2003
135. Carson Mccullers 1/3/2003
136. The Genius Of The Crowd 1/13/2003
137. Back To The Machine Gun 1/3/2003
138. As The Poems Go 1/13/2003
139. A Radio With Guts 1/13/2003
140. Confession 1/3/2003
141. A Challenge To The Dark 1/13/2003
142. Let It Enfold You 1/1/2004
143. Cause And Effect 1/13/2003
144. As The Sparrow 1/13/2003
145. Be Kind 1/13/2003
146. Are You Drinking? 1/13/2003
147. An Almost Made Up Poem 1/13/2003
148. And The Moon And The Stars And The World 1/13/2003
149. Bluebird 1/13/2003
150. A Smile To Remember 1/3/2003
151. Alone With Everybody 1/1/2004

Comments about Charles Bukowski

  • James Mclain James Mclain (6/6/2016 6:20:00 PM)

    Dirty Dog - Poem by Is It Poetry

    His dirty dog kept
    moving on.
    Pissing on what he liked,
    but never owned.
    He knows they won't
    like it either.
    So they throw it out.
    A dog, 'Bukowski' owned.


    Is It Poetry

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  • John Davis (5/23/2016 12:15:00 PM)

    I love Bukowski. The nearest poet I've found to his style is a guy called Jim Sparx. He has a website called bullet2theskull.

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  • Thomas Case Thomas Case (12/20/2015 9:43:00 PM)

    a genius and a fantastic poet. He takes the mundane and makes it a dark thrill ride.

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  • R G Fritz R G Fritz (11/1/2015 10:41:00 PM)

    It is strange, Bukowski swears by his alcohol to create his art. He NEVER wrote without it. Dylan Thomas, however, never drank when he worked. I suppose everybody's creative process is different. I chain smoke when I write. I wonder if anyone else does...

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  • Denis Mair Denis Mair (9/7/2015 5:50:00 PM)

    Does anyone know where to find Bukowski's poem about watching a bullfight on television in a bar? An ordinary barroom afternoon, desultory conversation, desultory TV gazing, and then suddenly he is gripped and gut-wrenched by this ritual of death.

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  • Li Po (2/9/2015 3:33:00 AM)

    Today I was reading Bukowski poems. As the sparrow, My first affair with that older women, Death wants more death, Something for the touts, nuns, the grocery clerks and you, Freedom. Some say that sparrow it's all about life and death circle - like a fucking lion king.It's not! It's about yours miserable lives, lives without any purpose, life where all you want to be is young - because you don't want to fight with yourself. You want to postponed life like some post it on the fridge that lies there forever.You can't do that.It gets you.eventually.it causes mutilated people.Dear HUMANITY I did nothing. I just watched you and wrote what you've done yourself.And I? I was old when it would have taken less courage to be young, I cried when it would have taken less courage to laugh (a smile to remember - remember that smile how NOT to smile ever!) and I hated you ONLY when it would have taken less courage to love.I can not love you if you are harming yourself; that means that I approve. That I approve you shitting your life with anger, bitterness, despair. IT TAKES LESS COURAGE TO LOVE HUMANITY AS IT IS THAN TO HATE. Freedom is not about SEX it is about LOVE! . It's easier to live life without emotions.You need to have BALLS to love fully someone like I did Jane. I knew she was weak but I loved her anyway.I drank alone for two years after she died. You? You don't even remember why did you marry her/him.
    Can't you see. you are not able to love. you think you do but you don't. You don't let love kill you. You worship yourself on selfish level. You don't let anybody hurt you. Noooo..you are too important to be killed by love, you know better! ..(..You know shit) . so.... you know better and you let yourself to be killed by money, million likes, million followers, fashion, luxury, hollywood, fame. everybodyisenvyatmesickness. I know some man who resent me for buying 2 bmw cars. stupid fucks. what do you think is changed? Are you worried about my soul? You think I've sold out? What's the difference? One who does NOT have soul, it is going to give away to luxuries, one who HAS a soul it is going to continue. You can't be sold out if you have soul. it is so easy to fail. My luck is that it happened too much too late. I was smart enough don't worry about my soul.worry about yours bringing up the family as the victory soul.worry about your false revolutionary soul, worry about the life you give away, don't worry about my soul.you don't believe me? Read some of my poems...but with heart this time.

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  • Nicole Smith (11/11/2014 11:47:00 AM)

    Hoping you'll be able to help me.
    My friends favourite quote is we are all searching for someone whose demons plays well with ours. and I have not been able to find if this is from a Bukowski book or poem. Would anyone be able to help me?

    Many thanks! !
    -Nicole

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  • Dan Reynolds Dan Reynolds (9/23/2014 7:32:00 AM)

    You show some promise, but the archaic language lets you down. Try to read some good contemporary poets and expand your thoughts without the restriction of form.

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  • Precious Jones (7/11/2014 3:33:00 PM)

    Greetings To You
    My name is precious I gone through your profile and
    it is quite interesting to me,

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  • John Hardesty John Hardesty (7/6/2013 4:44:00 PM)

    He's the type of man, after the meal's ate, the children are to bed, you bring out a gallon of whiskey, and drink till sun-up, and hope to God, you've absorbed enough of that night from him to last a lifetime! !

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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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