Short Bukowski Poems

I used to be 
Afraid Of Poetry
Until I read
Bukowski...

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His dirty dog kept
moving on.
Pissing on what he liked,
but never owned.
He knows they won't
like it either.
So they throw it out.
A dog, 'Bukowski' owned....

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His dirty dog kept
moving on.
Pissing on what he liked,
but never owned.
He knows they don't
like it either.
So they throw it out.
A dog, 'Bukowski' owned....

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Ive been reading Bukowski
And Ive read about him
About how many poems he would write
I dont write that many poems
And mine arent like his
So can I call myself a poet?...

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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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Woke up,
Consumed
Bukowski
Collection of poems.
9: 01 AM
Somnolent wife lies 
Awakening
To my left,
Relives me her dream.
Teenage son sleeps party 
In another room.
Outside it rains,
God is in the house....

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I think i'm Bukowski

because i drank three beers

He thinks he's Hemingway

because he fought a poodle

She thinks she's Nina Simone

after her third piano lesson

We all kinda suck, but that's alright, i hope...

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C-omposition
H-as
A-pplied
R-ighteous
L-iterary
E-xpression
S-imply

B-ringing
U-niversal
K-nowledge
O-f
W-riter
S-o
K-een
I-mpressively

Topic: Birthday of poet Charles Bukowski (August 16) 
Form: Vertical Monocrostic...

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“She is mad but she is magic,
there is no lie in her fire.”
 
There may be
no lie in her fire,
 
but there is
deception in her eyes
 
and wrongness
in her blood.
 
She is the monster
that keeps me up at night
 
wishing to forget....

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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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The Poetry Journal
Sent my first electronic rejection slip. 
Enjoyed reading my work
But the inaugural issue is full and are
Unable to publish my poetry…they say.
The Editor wishes me luck. 
After reading his work,
Wish him as well.
Right now,
Feeling proud 
Like Bukowski....

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tis' true mere mortals
toil in turmoil

since grand is the plan
laid seasons ago

for as you can see,
presented to thee

my art is five centuries old!





*inspired by Charles Bukowski
and I quote...."we are hardly ever as strong as that which we create"...

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i wanna vent like Bukowski
but the censors won't let me

be heard

won't let me cock my hat
and unload my gun
won't let me

be heard

i wanna howl like Ginsberg
but the censors don't like

my words

my swagger Redd Foxx like
when allowed to write

my words

i bet i could keep you up at night
if you allowed me to

be heard...

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BUKOWSKI

Born with eyes open to reality
Unstated thoughts brought to the forth
Knowledge of life is ever learning
Ordinary man with knowing words 
Words of wisdom written to be read with ease
Should be read by teenagers everywhere
Knowing the way their minds react
In depth yet open to reality.


I grant him the genius label

Penned  04/April 2014...

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torn between what's good and right
silence at times is quite unbearable
time's a bomb that's unpredictable
casting its fair share of earnest fright
i stumble in the night asking what is real
my heart's no help i don't know how i feel


"I want to be with you. It's as simple and as complicated as that" - Charles Bukowski


posted on March 23, 2025...

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With one foot over the side
of the tub and the other 
stirring the luke warm water,

my big toe inches towards the
busy drain, both my sins and
accomplishments swirling

to a place I can only imagine
my fish would enjoy and I
wonder if this is the sort of

thing Bukowski meant when
he said that we should reward 
ourselves with a candy-ass poem

now and again....

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“For all things will kill you, both slowly and fastly, but it’s much better to be killed by a lover.”
 ~ Charles Bukowski

Darkness sucked at my soul
with jealousy and intense arousal.
You are mine.
Forever, in life or death.
You shine in lifelessness
as my blade
sinks silver into your skin,
accentuated by the red of my rage.
Together, in life and death.
I love you.
...

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I started reading again
Bukowski
the lonesome, alcoholic bastard

I moved back into my parents house recently,
if only for a time.

And I started reading again
and drinking 
And then more drinking
and less reading 
Until I was drunk
every night
Watching TV and 
feeling real loathsome

My girlfriend and I aren't talking right now,
but I am writing this

I guess one could call that progress....

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She wrote poems that would have made Bukowski blush.
I read one once, and twice over again, the fourth time I was in love
With her best-friend, for which it was about, well, more so her friend's ... cat.

She got mad in a way that would have made Shelley gush
Out tears and run, run, run to the monster we make out of love.
Misguided, misfired, she missed my face, more so - She also had a ... cat!
She declared in a way that would have made anyone want to …

Read her poetry....

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