Charles Bukowski

(16 August 1920 – 9 March 1994 / Andernach)

As The Poems Go - Poem by Charles Bukowski

As the poems go into the thousands you
realize that you've created very
little.
it comes down to the rain, the sunlight,
the traffic, the nights and the days of the
years, the faces.
leaving this will be easier than living
it, typing one more line now as
a man plays a piano through the radio,
the best writers have said very
little
and the worst,
far too much.


Comments about As The Poems Go by Charles Bukowski

  • (11/20/2017 1:33:00 PM)


    The man playing from the little radio begs for the words his piano is speaking, and someone, in rain or shine, through the ages has to try to say it. We just keep trying to get it right, until we leave... (Report) Reply

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  • Georgios Venetopoulos (10/25/2017 10:17:00 AM)


    Was Bukowski a poet? (Report) Reply

  • Robert Murray Smith (8/30/2017 1:21:00 AM)


    Note this poem poets. (Report) Reply

  • Indira Renganathan (10/31/2016 8:56:00 AM)


    True to the heart's content poem...like a lot-10 (Report) Reply

  • (1/21/2016 8:24:00 PM)


    ........love the title...and love the theme....great write ★ (Report) Reply

  • Richard Provencher (9/6/2014 9:26:00 PM)


    He's seems to question the value or intent or impact his work has created. I enjoy the succinctness of this poem. (Report) Reply

  • (5/21/2014 5:15:00 AM)


    Only solitary people can understand insanity** (Report) Reply

  • (3/19/2013 2:48:00 PM)


    I read this alot, its inspiring. A mad genius indeed. I might even get this tattoed on my arm. (Report) Reply

  • (2/6/2013 8:31:00 AM)


    I am insane too. Now not alone. Thank you Charles. (Report) Reply

  • (8/12/2012 11:39:00 PM)


    profound truth in simple words, bukowski is number one in this kind of style. (Report) Reply

  • (3/22/2010 9:10:00 PM)


    After further study, I would have to say insanity is closer to the truth. (Report) Reply

  • (3/1/2010 8:25:00 PM)


    Mr. Bukowski appears to handle that thin line between insanity and genius quite well. Few do it as well, I think. (Report) Reply

  • (12/31/2009 12:44:00 AM)


    in the middle of the night, when silence has invaded every corner of your head, suddenly you hear the dying sigh of an angel that just passed... (Report) Reply

  • (12/24/2007 2:10:00 AM)


    yes bukowski all of your shit is great.. mind blowing! ! ! it makes me CRY! Bukowksi let me suck your dick... please! ! (Report) Reply

    Georgios Venetopoulos Georgios Venetopoulos (10/25/2017 10:16:00 AM)

    Lady, no matter how much you beg the guy, he cannot rise from the dead. But your begging won't harm him either.

    Gigi Levin Gigi Levin (10/6/2014 9:23:00 AM)

    GTFO off this page with your hooker talk! You clearly have some kind of an attention problem. And do you really want to do that to a dead guy? ! Wacko floozy pundit.

  • (8/11/2007 8:09:00 PM)


    So brilliantly insightful with so few words. Of the many thousands of works done, nothing is really new. Someone before us all has felt the same way, or thought the same way- we just relate it in different verse. (Report) Reply

  • (6/23/2007 6:10:00 PM)


    i love the big bukowski.... you can't call the man a lier! (Report) Reply

    Georgios Venetopoulos Georgios Venetopoulos (10/25/2017 10:13:00 AM)

    Hmmm... What did he say and I cannot call him a liar?

  • (10/27/2005 11:02:00 AM)


    ............................................................. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003

Poem Edited: Friday, July 15, 2016


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