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Charles Bukowski Short Stories

Here are the top Charles Bukowski short stories, fanfiction, poetry, and posts on Commaful, including topics like "poetry", "poem", and more.
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Girl In A Miniskirt Readin...
classicpoet Gifted Writer
3 years ago
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Sunday, I am eating a grapefruit, church is over at the Russian

Freedom by Charles Bukowsk...
classicpoet Gifted Writer
3 years ago
39
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2
He drank wine all night of the 28th, and he kept thinking of her:

The Aliens by Charles Buko...
classicpoet Gifted Writer
3 years ago
27
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1
You may not believe it but there are people

WAITING FOR DEATHMy eyes a...
conshinz_poetry
3 years ago
25
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Sometimes we just have to wait for our death.

The Genius Of The Crowd by...
classicpoet Gifted Writer
3 years ago
18
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1
there is enough treachery, hatred violence absurdity in the average human being to supply any given army on any given day

Consummation Of Grief by C...
classicpoet Gifted Writer
3 years ago
37
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1
I even hear the mountains the way they laugh

Untitled 42:Smoking … When...
untitlelogy Gifted Writer
3 years ago
38
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40,000 by Charles Bukowski
classicpoet Gifted Writer
3 years ago
17
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At the track today, Father's Day,

His Wife, The Painter by C...
classicpoet Gifted Writer
3 years ago
14
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There are sketches on the walls of men and women and ducks, and outside a large green bus swerves through traffic like

The Night I Was Going To D...
classicpoet Gifted Writer
3 years ago
34
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1
The night I was going to die I was sweating on the bed

The History Of One Tough M...
classicpoet Gifted Writer
3 years ago
36
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1
He came to the door one night wet thin beaten and terrorized

A Following by Charles Buk...
classicpoet Gifted Writer
3 years ago
39
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1
The phone rang at 1:30 a.m. and it was a man from Denver:

So Now? by Charles Bukowsk...
classicpoet Gifted Writer
3 years ago
38
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1
the words have come and gone, I sit ill.

Trapped by Charles Bukowsk...
classicpoet Gifted Writer
3 years ago
40
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1
Don't undress my love you might find a mannequin:

Poem For My 43rd Birthday ...
classicpoet Gifted Writer
3 years ago
45
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2
To end up alone in a tomb of a room

For Jane by Charles Bukows...
classicpoet Gifted Writer
3 years ago
23
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225 days under grass and you know more than I.

As The Poems Go by Charles...
classicpoet Gifted Writer
3 years ago
37
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1
as the poems go into the thousands you realize that you've created very

For Jane: With All The Lov...
classicpoet Gifted Writer
3 years ago
36
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1
I pick up the skirt, I pick up the sparkling beads

The Meek Shall Inherit The...
classicpoet Gifted Writer
3 years ago
27
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1
If I suffer at this typewriter

Finish by Charles Bukowski
classicpoet Gifted Writer
3 years ago
26
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2
We are like roses that have never bothered to bloom when we should have bloomed and

Girl In A Miniskirt Readin...
classicpoet Gifted Writer
3 years ago
62
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2
Sunday, I am eating a grapefruit, church is over at the Russian

Freedom by Charles Bukowsk...
classicpoet Gifted Writer
3 years ago
39
0
2
He drank wine all night of the 28th, and he kept thinking of her:

The Aliens by Charles Buko...
classicpoet Gifted Writer
3 years ago
27
0
1
You may not believe it but there are people

WAITING FOR DEATHMy eyes a...
conshinz_poetry
3 years ago
25
0
0
Sometimes we just have to wait for our death.

The Genius Of The Crowd by...
classicpoet Gifted Writer
3 years ago
18
0
1
there is enough treachery, hatred violence absurdity in the average human being to supply any given army on any given day

Consummation Of Grief by C...
classicpoet Gifted Writer
3 years ago
37
0
1
I even hear the mountains the way they laugh

Untitled 42:Smoking … When...
untitlelogy Gifted Writer
3 years ago
38
0
0

40,000 by Charles Bukowski
classicpoet Gifted Writer
3 years ago
17
0
0
At the track today, Father's Day,

His Wife, The Painter by C...
classicpoet Gifted Writer
3 years ago
14
0
0
There are sketches on the walls of men and women and ducks, and outside a large green bus swerves through traffic like

The Night I Was Going To D...
classicpoet Gifted Writer
3 years ago
34
0
1
The night I was going to die I was sweating on the bed

The History Of One Tough M...
classicpoet Gifted Writer
3 years ago
36
0
1
He came to the door one night wet thin beaten and terrorized

A Following by Charles Buk...
classicpoet Gifted Writer
3 years ago
39
0
1
The phone rang at 1:30 a.m. and it was a man from Denver:

So Now? by Charles Bukowsk...
classicpoet Gifted Writer
3 years ago
38
0
1
the words have come and gone, I sit ill.

Trapped by Charles Bukowsk...
classicpoet Gifted Writer
3 years ago
40
0
1
Don't undress my love you might find a mannequin:

Poem For My 43rd Birthday ...
classicpoet Gifted Writer
3 years ago
45
0
2
To end up alone in a tomb of a room

For Jane by Charles Bukows...
classicpoet Gifted Writer
3 years ago
23
0
0
225 days under grass and you know more than I.

As The Poems Go by Charles...
classicpoet Gifted Writer
3 years ago
37
0
1
as the poems go into the thousands you realize that you've created very

For Jane: With All The Lov...
classicpoet Gifted Writer
3 years ago
36
0
1
I pick up the skirt, I pick up the sparkling beads

The Meek Shall Inherit The...
classicpoet Gifted Writer
3 years ago
27
0
1
If I suffer at this typewriter

Finish by Charles Bukowski
classicpoet Gifted Writer
3 years ago
26
0
2
We are like roses that have never bothered to bloom when we should have bloomed and