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I’m the dust that learned to dance in the gutter.
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Apr 29
Apr 29, 2026 at 11:32 AM UTC
Dust
The seats are empty; The theatre is dark; Why do you keep on acting? There’s no one keeping mark. Each step analyzed; Each line rehearsed; What tricks are you playing? Trapped in an eternal curse. These masks to hide fears; These laughs to contain sadness; Who are you when you’re not pretending? Careful not to thread into madness.
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Jul 2, 2025
Jul 2, 2025 at 12:13 AM UTC
The Seats are Empty
What remains in the aftermath of love? As streets are built without sidewalks As neighborhoods no longer have use for streetlights As parks and sunsets turn into myths As the stories of lies and deceit become the only nursery rhymes we pass on As *** becomes as mundane as eating bread And ****** become larger and more frequent than church communions As ***** become cheaper than blood As faces become so interchangeable they're impossible to remember And names turn into secrets What remains? When everywhere is no man's land When childbearing is just a rare, yet escapable punishment from God When children migrate in swarms between families like birds escaping winter When love is just but a militarized weapon used for enslavement When humanity is emancipated from their emotions Shall we celebrate our independence by clearing our contacts list and changing numbers? Shall we start each new year by picking a new stranger to stave off our hunger for the night When we stone those who learned each other's middle names When we lock away anyone greedy enough to keep someone to themselves And the married are sent to live in the madhouse When the war of love have ended And no one's heart returns home What remains?
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Nov 19, 2020
Nov 19, 2020 at 7:55 AM UTC
The War of Love
It's such an odd feeling; When you start talking to someone new The way that you exchange war stories; To see who's "ex" left the deepest bruise. Just to remember, The time that you did that with them too. Like, I'm not really sure what's up from down. I have felt this way before. Then the darkness hits. That's when life is almost like a mirage. Like, is any of this real? I specifically told myself that this isn't the way to deal. With loneliness, That's a feeling best described with the lights shut off.
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Jun 17, 2018
Jun 17, 2018 at 12:51 AM UTC
**********
this world poetry day is meaningless, Maya, Charles, Sylvia, Allen never even thought of it it breeds more seed of ego and monstrosity deep inside those men to lift their hands and push us down the drain to ensure that we are stuck in between honesty and reality, forever.
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Jun 29, 2017
Jun 29, 2017 at 11:05 PM UTC
this world poetry day
We are two animals trapped inside a glass box Nothing to say or do that isn't lost inside our thoughts You hope to find an inkling inside the broken chatterbox But mostly deny what's inside the two time Goldilocks Is it too cold, too hot, or just right? Hit me up on the flip side and I'll keep you lukewarm tonight. Who's eyes light up your insides like a rotten Jack O'lantern? Who's argyle style lies in all the wrong patterns? I'm loose like a cannon or a bad set of tie rods. You can hear the truth speak when you read it in my scrimshaws. Bear claws I'll Tear apart your life like the jaws of life. Tear you apart like a knife like jaws did Richard Dreyfuss What? Say what? This guy writes like Jackson ******* drinks And paints like Charles Bukowski. His life pours out in lines like the inside of a chocolate factory. When asked where is his mind he pointed to his heart, and said to them:   "you shouldn't play with knives when you're dancing in the dark."
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Oct 29, 2016
Oct 29, 2016 at 6:15 PM UTC
Write like Jackson ******* drinks and paint like Charles Bukowski
and now i sit here in the rain pondering my life and the use of capitalization. and why we so very seldom appreciate the birds or the sky. but i understand the need for liquor or smoke because it's a hard fight. it's been a beautiful fight still is.
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Sep 18, 2016
Sep 18, 2016 at 12:44 PM UTC
Untitled
It's dangerous when your biggest role models spent their lives drinking, smoking and gambling but maybe it's worth it if it inspires you to write something that is at least 1 % as great as their works cause 1 % of their greatness is ******* amazing
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Jun 1, 2016
Jun 1, 2016 at 11:39 AM UTC
For Charles, Dorothy, Bob and Tom