As The Poems Go Poem by Charles Bukowski

As The Poems Go

Rating: 3.1


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 OF THE POEM
Anna Kulpa 06 February 2013

I am insane too. Now not alone. Thank you Charles.

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Steven Harris 19 March 2013

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

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Mazhari David 21 May 2014

Only solitary people can understand insanity**

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Jessika Ni Cuillan 23 June 2007

i love the big bukowski.... you can't call the man a lier!

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Georgios Venetopoulos 25 October 2017

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

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Khairul Ahsan 16 October 2020

'the best writers have said very little and the worst, far too much.' - True! At the same time may I say, those who are meagrely-worded in speech, can be eloquently fluent in their writings. The vice-versa is also true. Often the verbose speeches are misleading; the writings, seldom!

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Mahtab Bangalee 15 October 2020

...the best writers have said very little and the worst, far too much......... laden vessel sounds not empty vessel sounds much

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Sylvia Frances Chan 15 October 2020

CONGRATULATIONS to the family of the late great poet Charles Bukowski, having been chosen as The Modern Poem Of The Day.. A scintillating poem, only possible by such a great poet. Excellent theme.5 Stars *****

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Mehta Hasmukh Amathalal 15 October 2020

Nice one.. liked and appreciated.. clear 10 A successful writer Thursday,15th October 2020 thousands of poems get well published and remained finished in the memory of readers you are now a successful writer Dr. Jadia Hasmukh

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Deluke Muwanigwa 15 October 2020

I mean has any one written a poem on behalf of Covid or an alien arriving. A suns ray from when it takes off from the sun to reach us. A poem about a poem. We tend to limit our scope to interpersonal relationships. Dream imagine go wild and i reckon you cant run of poetry. And then also mix reality with fantasy. Laugh. Humour is a great source of poetry

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