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A Challenge To The Dark - Poem by Charles Bukowski

shot in the eye
shot in the brain
shot in the ****
shot like a flower in the dance

amazing how death wins hands down
amazing how much credence is given to idiot forms of life

amazing how laughter has been drowned out
amazing how viciousness is such a constant

I must soon declare my own war on their war
I must hold to my last piece of ground
I must protect the small space I have made that has allowed me life

my life not their death
my death not their death…


Comments about A Challenge To The Dark by Charles Bukowski

  • Gold Star - 109,311 Points Ratnakar Mandlik (5/15/2019 10:04:00 PM)

    " My life not their death
    My death not their death"
    Intriguing yet thought provoking poem.
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  • Gold Star - 651,381 Points Bernard F. Asuncion (5/15/2019 6:10:00 PM)

    One of the best poems by Charles Bukowski....... (Report) Reply

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  • Gold Star - 213,376 Points Rose Marie Juan-austin (5/15/2019 1:51:00 PM)

    A powerful and poignant write.
    Liked the ultimate stanza. Thought provoking lines.
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  • Gold Star - 437,225 Points Kumarmani Mahakul (5/15/2019 12:59:00 PM)

    my life not their death
    my death not their death…touching expression with nice theme. Beautiful poem on Life
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  • Gold Star - 701,610 Points Edward Kofi Louis (5/15/2019 12:32:00 PM)

    " Like a flower in the dance" ! ! ! !

    Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
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  • Gold Star - 366,098 Points Dr Tony Brahmin (5/15/2019 12:23:00 PM)

    I must soon declare my own war on their war
    I must hold to my last piece of ground
    I must protect the small space I have made that has allowed me life
    a very fine poem. tony
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  • Gold Star - 126,434 Points Anil Kumar Panda (5/15/2019 9:46:00 AM)

    Great poem. Thought provoking about life and death. (Report) Reply

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  • Gold Star - 181,410 Points Mahtab Bangalee (5/15/2019 2:20:00 AM)

    my life not their death
    my death not their death.../// great and sublime expression
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  • Rookie kayla (2/22/2019 10:11:00 AM)

    amazing i could never write like that woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie lunat eclipes (5/11/2018 2:04:00 PM)

    i love it keep making them even if their are bad comments (Report) Reply

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Dark Poems
  1. 1. A Challenge To The Dark
    Charles Bukowski
  2. 2. Traveling Through The Dark
    William Stafford
  3. 3. From The Dark Tower
    Countee Cullen
  4. 4. In A Dark Time
    Theodore Roethke
  5. 5. Gacela Of The Dark Death
    Federico García Lorca
  6. 6. Childe Roland To The Dark Tower Came
    Robert Browning
  7. 7. I Wake And Feel The Fell Of Dark
    Gerard Manley Hopkins
  8. 8. To A Dark Moses
    Lucille Clifton
  9. 9. We Grow Accustomed To The Dark
    Emily Dickinson
  10. 10. Chant For Dark Hours
    Dorothy Parker
  11. 11. Another Dark Lady
    Edwin Arlington Robinson
  12. 12. Dark Dark Girl
    kyle potter
  13. 13. The Dark Forest
    Edward Thomas
  14. 14. My Soul Is Dark
    George Gordon Byron
  15. 15. Under Her Dark Veil
    Anna Akhmatova
  16. 16. Dark In Me
    Brian Dorn
  17. 17. The Dark Girl's Rhyme
    Dorothy Parker
  18. 18. The Bird With The Dark Plumes
    Robinson Jeffers
  19. 19. The Dark Day
    William Carlos Williams
  20. 20. The Dark Hills
    Edwin Arlington Robinson
  21. 21. In The Dark Pine-Wood
    James Joyce
  22. 22. Written Near A Port On A Dark Evening
    Charlotte Smith
  23. 23. Behold, As Goblins Dark Of Mien
    Robert Louis Stevenson
  24. 24. The Dark House
    Siegfried Sassoon
  25. 25. The Dark Well
    Ronald Stuart Thomas
  26. 26. Dark Mountains
    Sandra Fowler
  27. 27. The Dark Hour
    William Henry Davies
  28. 28. Not Quite Dark Yet
    Yosa Buson
  29. 29. The Dark House
    Edwin Arlington Robinson
  30. 30. That Dark Dweller In Braj
    Mirabai
  31. 31. The Dark One Is Krishna
    Mirabai
  32. 32. Dark Trinity
    Robert William Service
  33. 33. Dark Poetic Mind
    Uriah Hamilton
  34. 34. Dark Truth
    Robert William Service
  35. 35. Dark Spring
    Yvor Winters
  36. 36. When The Dark Comes Down
    Lucy Maud Montgomery
  37. 37. Senlin: His Dark Origins
    Conrad Potter Aiken
  38. 38. Dark Glasses
    Robert William Service
  39. 39. Dark
    farzana hossain
  40. 40. (e) 3 (Dark) The Dark Night
    Renu Rakheja a.k.a Tranquil ..
  41. 41. And Here Comes Dark
    Yasmin Rubayo
  42. 42. (e) 13 (Dark) This Is The End
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  43. 43. Lonely In The Dark
    nouri black
  44. 44. (e) 10 (Dark) The Spiderweb
    Renu Rakheja a.k.a Tranquil ..
  45. 45. (e) 6 (Dark) Inside My Love, Die! !
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  46. 46. The Dark Secret Borne
    Joanne Monte
  47. 47. I See Thee Better—in The Dark
    Emily Dickinson
  48. 48. The Dark Stag
    Isabella Valancy Crawford
  49. 49. Dark Girl
    Uriah Hamilton
  50. 50. Ah, Yesterday Was Dark And Drear
    Mathilde Blind

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Dark Poems

  1. From The Dark Tower

    We shall not always plant while others reap The golden increment of bursting fruit, Not always countenance, abject and mute, That lesser men should hold their brothers cheap; Not everlastingly while others sleep Shall we beguile their limbs with mellow flute, Not always bend to some more subtle brute; We were not made to eternally weep. The night whose sable breast relieves the stark, White stars is no less lovely being dark, And there are buds that cannot bloom at all In light, but crumple, piteous, and fall; So in the dark we hide the heart that bleeds, And wait, and tend our agonizing seeds.

  2. Gacela Of The Dark Death

    I want to sleep the dream of the apples, to withdraw from the tumult of cemetries. I want to sleep the dream of that child who wanted to cut his heart on the high seas. I don't want to hear again that the dead do not lose their blood, that the putrid mouth goes on asking for water. I don't want to learn of the tortures of the grass, nor of the moon with a serpent's mouth that labors before dawn. I want to sleep awhile, awhile, a minute, a century; but all must know that I have not died; that there is a stable of gold in my lips; that I am the small friend of the West wing; that I am the intense shadows of my tears. Cover me at dawn with a veil, because dawn will throw fistfuls of ants at me, and wet with hard water my shoes so that the pincers of the scorpion slide. For I want to sleep the dream of the apples, to learn a lament that will cleanse me to earth; for I want to live with that dark child who wanted to cut his heart on the high seas.

  3. In A Dark Time

    In a dark time, the eye begins to see, I meet my shadow in the deepening shade; I hear my echo in the echoing wood-- A lord of nature weeping to a tree. I live between the heron and the wren, Beasts of the hill and serpents of the den. What's madness but nobility of soul At odds with circumstance? The day's on fire! I know the purity of pure despair, My shadow pinned against a sweating wall. That place among the rocks--is it a cave, Or a winding path? The edge is what I have. A steady storm of correspondences! A night flowing with birds, a ragged moon, And in broad day the midnight come again! A man goes far to find out what he is-- Death of the self in a long, tearless night, All natural shapes blazing unnatural light. Dark, dark my light, and darker my desire. My soul, like some heat-maddened summer fly, Keeps buzzing at the sill. Which I is I? A fallen man, I climb out of my fear. The mind enters itself, and God the mind, And one is One, free in the tearing wind.

  4. Traveling Through The Dark

    Traveling through the dark I found a deer dead on the edge of the Wilson River road. It is usually best to roll them into the canyon: that road is narrow; to swerve might make more dead. By glow of the tail-light I stumbled back of the car and stood by the heap, a doe, a recent killing; she had stiffened already, almost cold. I dragged her off; she was large in the belly. My fingers touching her side brought me the reason-- her side was warm; her fawn lay there waiting, alive, still, never to be born. Beside that mountain road I hesitated. The car aimed ahead its lowered parking lights; under the hood purred the steady engine. I stood in the glare of the warm exhaust turning red; around our group I could hear the wilderness listen. I thought hard for us all--my only swerving--, then pushed her over the edge into the river.

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