Charles Bukowski

(16 August 1920 – 9 March 1994 / Andernach)

Charles Bukowski Poems

121. The House 1/13/2003
122. The Icecream People 1/13/2003
123. The Japanese Wife 3/31/2010
124. The Last Days Of The Suicide Kid 1/14/2015
125. The Laughing Heart 12/30/2013
126. The Lucky Ones 1/3/2003
127. The Meek Shall Inherit The Earth 1/13/2003
128. The Night I Was Going To Die 1/13/2003
129. The Retreat 1/13/2003
130. The Shoelace 4/28/2011
131. The Shower 1/13/2003
132. The Sun Wields Mercy 1/1/2004
133. The Trash Men 3/31/2010
134. The Worst And The Best 1/13/2003
135. These Things 1/1/2004
136. This 1/13/2003
137. Three Oranges 1/13/2003
138. To The Whore Who Took My Poems 1/13/2003
139. Trapped 1/13/2003
140. Trashcan Lives 1/13/2003
141. Trollius And Trellises 3/31/2010
142. True 1/13/2003
143. True Story 1/13/2003
144. We Ain'T Got No Money, Honey, But We Got Rain 1/13/2003
145. What A Writer 1/1/2004
146. What Can We Do? 1/13/2003
147. Whats The Use Of A Title? 1/1/2004
148. Working Out 1/13/2003
149. Writing 1/13/2003
150. Yes Yes 1/13/2003
151. Young In New Orleans 1/3/2003

Comments about Charles Bukowski

  • Bera Tremoz (11/6/2005 12:14:00 PM)

    I raise a toast in your name
    everytime i drink
    my dear Chinaski
    and i curse at you
    silently and privately
    cos i cant wait to get drunk
    with you
    in the afterlife.


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  • W J (7/26/2005 6:54:00 PM)

    This guy is absolutely amazing. Writing this great while drinking that much? all I can say is 'Wow.'

  • Praxku Segapoto (3/8/2005 1:49:00 AM)

    I need to know where I can find the poem titled 'gamblers all', in what book. I hope somebody can help me. Thanks!

  • Doren Robbins Doren Robbins (2/18/2005 1:56:00 AM)

    To survive without adding to the horror is sometimes the best we can do. The courage and cunning it takes to live this way makes what little art or decency we have possible. Until the sometimes wistful and poignant poems Bukowski wrote in old age, his central theme, both comically and tragically, involved the battering struggle of the individual writer, worker, lover in a violently exploitative and humanly deranged world. Readers feel permeated by the best of his poems because of the simplicity with which he expresses passion, and paradoxically conveys the butchery done to it, and the butchery endured, by people.

  • Jackson Kilroy (1/28/2005 8:16:00 AM)

    Hank, you were the man.

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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