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Bukowski Poems - Poems about Bukowski

Emo Bukowski
too little too late too forced too late too restrained too late now it's just too late you could have been my love but i waited made you my regret no one wants to be someone's regret...

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Categories: bukowski, blue,
Form: Free verse
Charles Bukowskis Alcohol Consumption Through The Year's
bottles clink like keys to hell's doors, my hands shook before they stilled in gin, first it was a love affair— warm whiskey whispers on cold nights, the booze bloomed, and I rode the flame like a fool on fire. years lost, sweat-soaked in bars, conversations slurred, jobs slipping through my fingers like sand. I traded promises for the bottom of a glass, women for...

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Categories: bukowski, 12th grade,
Form: Free verse



Writing Garbage Just To Feed Myself and Pay The Rent
the keys stick when I type, the ink smudges on cheap paper, there’s an old man in the corner laughing through his dentures at my words. he knows, I know— it’s all garbage, all of it. writing the same worn-out lines, spinning circles around rent checks that will barely clear. this morning, the phone rang, and I thought it was hope— turned out to be another rejection letter...

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Categories: bukowski, 12th grade,
Form: Free verse
Charles bukowskis Autopsy
they peel back my skin like old wallpaper, the stink rising as the organs, bruised and bloated, spill out like forgotten secrets. the saw hums, cutting through bone like butter, the ribs cracking open to a cold, fluorescent light that never flinches. the heart, heavy, useless now, is weighed and tossed aside, just another lump of meat in a world that’s always hungry for the next hollow thing. looking down...

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Categories: bukowski, 12th grade,
Form: Free verse
Charles Bukowski's Confession
Listen up, folks, 'cause here's my confession, I ain't one for modesty or discretion. I'll tell you straight, without any delay, What I truly adore, come what may. It's hedonistic pleasure that I seek, With every passion that I choose to peak. I push the limits, go beyond the light, And sometimes it scares the folks in sight. But when the day is...

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Categories: bukowski, poetry,
Form: Free verse



Charles Bukowski
Charles Bukowski I read a fine essay written by a friend of mine, Bukowski I thought he was a great poet and writer, whether the high table of the educated literate think, or not because from where he wrote, the side streets of life, unfamiliar to them. Many famous writers/poets drink; I think this is because they have finished writing...

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Categories: bukowski, best friend, books, confidence,
Form: Blank verse
Another Bukowski Nightmare Begins
another Bukowski nightmare begins the castrato sings below while she calls from the minaret fossicking thru the memories for our linked verse while i, sitting beneath the coolabah river on the run waiting for some rabbit or Alice oh incorrigible moon have you no mercy this night see the parade pass, the ithyphallic the trilithon collapsing, time and gravity another turgid, erubescent symbol deflated another thought...

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Categories: bukowski, satire,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member The White Noise Bukowski
"The White Noise Bukowski" Dreams are playing fields where scenarios can be altered at the whim of the voyeur. sometimes “they” come to you in dreams and your time is manipulated. “they” reveal their messages. soul to soul. blue avians like singing blue birds, they come anytime, not just nightly nightingales. they slip in, hovering over your secret time, singular or plural. there is always some ulterior meaning in...

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Categories: bukowski, dream, muse, mystery,
Form: Narrative
Charles Bukowski Reincarnated
To come and go and not be afraid of the light. Again I'm a child and my secrets I have chosen can you love me? Death will come this I know slowly I grow you remember. The bottles were colored when first I arrived. Hairy eyes hiding tremors pass. I agonize once again arsenic moons. A man makes his bed yet a child and...

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Categories: bukowski, 12th grade,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member Bukowski and Kandel
I, a degreed empty-nester housewife, for years battened down the hatches for family's sake. Submerged in a podcast of Bukowski or Kandel I lifted the veil that separated our kindred souls. The smell, taste, and touch of their poetry delighted me, and I longed to know their Truths more intimately. Even with their bad breath and bare toes, They were what some...

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Categories: bukowski, appreciation,
Form: Free verse
Charles Bukowski Road Not Taken
While reading Charles Bukowski poetry? On the metro ride home? Listening to Buddha bar music? On my oh too hip iPod? I begin to see myself as I was? Over 30 years ago when I was merely a bit player? A minor character in a Charles Bukowski poem? A wild young underemployed...

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Categories: bukowski, absence, adventure, allusion, america,
Form: Free verse
Something Is Wrong With Me
Something is wrong with me. " Bukowski had stole my soul. " Something is wrong with me. I am like a Bukowski poem gone wrong. Bukowski told us, do what you love, even if you must be alone, you...

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Categories: bukowski, allusion, betrayal, conflict, drink,
Form: Prose Poetry
Premium Member Thank Hank
I used to be Afraid Of Poetry Until I read Bukowski...

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Categories: bukowski, america, fear, poetry, poets,
Form: Free verse
Bukowski
too nervous to sit on a stool i need fuel sad of the rumble outside he was asked inside but a shot or two not asked but given to his art is part of the bleeding not needing to be taken from his glass but as a do anything but it all comes from the fuel...

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Categories: bukowski, muse,
Form: I do not know?
Premium Member Bukowski and Dickenson
Hank was a blitz drinking honest brute wrote about grime and grit of the streets, drunks, alley roaches, hookers on the beat. Emily chose to live life in a little room a day dreaming spinster writing dainty verse quill dipped in rustic wells of black and blue *what were the seeds of her hurt.* She was much tougher than she seemed. Hank the...

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Categories: bukowski, character,
Form: Free verse

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