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Poem Details | by arthur vaso |
Categories: angst, art, french, grave, holocaust, murder, remember,

Blanc comme la neige

White like the snow

Ice stiffened limbs
Reaching out
No saviors about

Snow flakes in the wind
I reached and reached and reached
Towards deaths cold hands

Never to see her again
I looked down
Wine of bloods holocaust

Flowing from my hands
Unto the devils abode
Whitest of Pyrenees days

I died beside her departure
Railroad tracks empty
Bloodless heart
Ashes black
Butterfly born


Poem Details | by Gregory R Barden |
Categories: beauty, death, earth, holocaust, true love, war, world,

Last Kiss


Our mouths and our souls mix as we become one, Love second to none ... The moon, that just moments before bathed our night - Now swallowed by light ... Huge clouds, like fresh mushrooms, bloom pink in the skies, Soft-sparkling your eyes ... Night, turned to day, with bright colors and aura ... Such dazzling horror ... Our mouths and our souls mix as we become one, We burn like the sun ... Our lives and world ... done. ~ 1st Place ~ in the "Half-Eleven" Poetry Contest, Nina Parmenter, Judge & Sponsor. ~ 2nd Place ~ in the "The Last ..." Poetry Contest, Silent One, Judge & Sponsor.

Poem Details | by Dan Keir |
Categories: allah, angel, angst, confusion, dream, education, faith, freedom, god, happiness, health, heaven, history, holocaust, hope, humorous, imagination, inspirational, introspection, jesus, journey, life, lonely, loss, lost, lost love, miracle, nature, on writing and words, pain, peace, people, philosophy, political, prayer, recovery from..., religious, sad, spiritual, stress, success, sympathy, teacher, time, write,

Haikus About God: III

Beauty of nature
Why condense it down to God?
Isn’t life enough?

Poem Details | by Vee Bdosa |
Categories: abuse, betrayal, death, holocaust, war,

SMOKESTACKS OF AUSCHWITZ

     THE SMOKESTACKS OF AUSCHWITZ
A trail of smoke fades to an autumn dawn,
as sounds of morning break unearthly still,
arising to the day, some life goes on,
while others have the fear it never will.

Some ashes drift about the morning air,
appearing as do snowflakes in a stall,
to restless breezes they drift everywhere
and they are spread about before they fall.

Each life that was, is slow in pure descent,
and longing for the earth turning below,
the mother of all life, where time is spent,
until time's all run out--it's time to go.

Down in the valley echoes from a train,
awhistling, here come the dead again.
© ron Wilson aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet


Poem Details | by May Fenn |
Categories: conflict, death, depression, freedom, holocaust, suicide, war,

Total War


Bitterness, loneliness,
Anger and pain,
Whole worlds suffer
Yet none may gain.
Frustration, futility,
Strife without end,
Mankind’s in the dust
Death comes as a friend.

Poem Details | by arthur vaso |
Categories: angst, caregiving, death, holocaust, poetry,

Silent Voices

Silent voices

Acid in eyes
Silence

Raped by suitor
Silence

Burned with kerosene
Silence

No books for women
Silence

Beating wives
Silence

No education for women
Silence

Woman must wear masks
Silence

Women must obey
Silence

Women used and abused
Silence

Honor Killings
Silence

Stoning women for a mans crime?
Silence

Murder for two hearts loving 
Silence

A child screams as church bells ring
Silence

Barrel bombs fall like laughing monkeys
On children both small and tall
Silence

Israel treating the wounded of Arab crimes
Silence

I ask you?
Are you a silent one?

Poem Details | by Henry Victor |
Categories: death, fear, freedom, holocaust, memory, tamil, war,

with shoes on feet

a grab-and-run pack
a small survival sack
with one set of clothes for spouse and self
passports, a file with just few mails
an old diary with addresses to contact
in England, Finland, and Switzerland

and some currency notes
couple of thousands
in rupees that does not stretch
like the American dollars
they were what i needed most

as the pogrom was in progress
in my Tamil homeland
while i always went to bed
with shoes on my feet

Poem Details | by Sneha RV |
Categories: betrayal, change, childhood, death, discrimination, holocaust,

Anne Otto Frank

A wonderful young girl, Anne Otto Frank,
Was forced to live confined, like fish in a tank.
She could have been saved, if about her people knew....

But nobody cared, she was just another Jew.

Poem Details | by Karissa Kelley |
Categories: corruption, death, grave, grief, holocaust, i miss you, murder,

Holocaust

My head hurts, my chest pounds
The men with guns all around
They frighten me, standing tall
I watch them, as they line us on a wall
One by one my heart clenches
As I see my people fall
And I know that I am next
Now the people watch, and their hearts clench
As I fall.

Poem Details | by Darlene Smith |
Categories: butterfly, children, death, holocaust, jewish, war, prejudice,

Children Of The Holocaust

Children Of The Holocaust

There are butterflies in heaven;
With numbers tattooed on their arm.
Dancing in the gentle breeze;
Free from Hitler’s death farm.

Little Jewish children;
Who knew their lives would end;
Carved butterflies in Auschwitz;
Predicting their spirits would transcend.

What could butterflies have ever done;
To deserve such a cruel fate?
For Nazi soldiers to kill them;
Out of prejudice and hate.

Such suffering for any child;
Oh how my heart cries!
For the smallest victims of holocaust;
And beautiful butterflies.

Darlene Doll Smith 




Poem Details | by Peter Lewis Holmes |
Categories: death, environment, holocaust, home, horror, war, world,

After the Mushroom Clouds Have Gone

being in this tin womb, dark and safe,
that's the thing; inside the dark corners 
and air-lock doors, it's a floating life 

toothpaste and pureed stew float by;
still, here's not to dwell on the minutiae
and other small things

and the silent solar-wind powers on, 
while below, the earth, the sea, the clouds, 
the blue and green, the tempered purple hues,
tinge brown

and if from the land you peer up here, 
from where the earth is dying, you'll see
me sigh, through flocks of hope, 
and notice that I'm crying


Poem Details | by Michael Soto |
Categories: conflict, death, depression, holocaust, murder, solitude, war,

The Bodies are Piling One by One

While the bodies are piling one by one.
Mother is scared, but calm.
Now look at what they've done.

Father is hurt, but they think they won
Mother makes me hold her palm,
While the bodies are piling one by one.

My family is weak and they are done.
Killing people like a time bomb.
Now look at what they've done.

Everyone is done with the "fun"
Now it's time to rise up with mom,
While the bodies are piling one by one.

Germans shooting with machine guns;
America is here to stop their bomb.
Now look at what they've done.

We are trapped, nowhere to run
My mom tells me to stay calm,
While the bodies are piling one by one.
Now look at what they've done.

Poem Details | by Raul Moreno |
Categories: death, history, holocaust, life, loss,

Leather Mountains

Mountains of leather,
Summit holocaust landscapes:
Valley of dead soles.







______________________________
Inspired by the piles of shoes
in the Auschwitz concentration camps

Poem Details | by Julie Grenness |
Categories: death, war, world,

THE HOLOCAUST

When might was not right,
An inferno of genocide,
For all those lost in the Holocaust,
A tribute to everyone lost,
Widespread slaughter, the cost,
The massacre of the Holocaust,'
Catastrophe of mass extinction,
People lost in extermination,
All the survivor baggage,
Of such destructive carnage,
The world had to see the light,
Finally, when might was not right. 

Poem Details | by Matthew Anish |
Categories: holocaust,

Winds near Heschel's Grave

Stark winds blowing across the fields and streets 
The grave of that honorable rabbi is covered with leaves
Very difficult to live up to such piety 
But some grasp that the essence is what must be grasped 
    Instead of the "outer shell"
As I pick up a pen 
   to express myself 
I must tell you 
Fanaticism is not good - not good at all

Poem Details | by Scarlett Hanley |
Categories: holocaust, horror,

It Smells Like Death

I am just a bird
I couldn't stop them if I wanted
Yes, I saw the bodies huddled for warmth
I didn't know then, though!
Yes, I saw fences and guards
Why do they need so much protection?
Why do I smell flesh, smoke, vomit?
It smells like death.
I hear young children shout for their moms
Then, a gunshot.
Then, nothing.
A little child falls.
Next I taste tears and sweat
Of young men and women alike
Are those what they are?
The crippled bodies strewn about?
I feel the heat of fire,
The cut of barbed wire.
But what do I know?
I am just a bird.

Poem Details | by dani wil |
Categories: grief, holocaust, loss, recovery from...,

The Tin Men

The tin men
in a fortress of smoke.
Death all around,
hungry for oil.

Their eyes in the storm
divide and cleanse
to be dragged into the mud
once again.

It rumbles on.
One and another,
one ceases, 
one gets stronger.

A rainbow of shoes, 
the broken tin men.

Poem Details | by arthur vaso |
Categories: angst, art, character, eulogy, flower, holocaust, horror,

WHITE Final Destination

I died beside her departure
Railroad tracks empty
Bloodless heart
Ashes black

Poem Details | by LN DY |
Categories: death, heaven, holocaust, war,

Die Granate

A relief from stress, such a sweet paradise
A deafening crash then a blinding light
Poor boy, your fate is sealed like loaded dice.
Due to beastly luck this child I must smite.

Perhaps he'll go where I have yet to behold;
This kind, bereaved, extinguished progeny.
Ill-fated boy, please reach those gates of gold.
Oh, child! Why walk the streets of Germany?

Fully at rest for all eternity,
All I can do is hope forever that
Maybe the last thing you saw wasn't me.
My last image? Your torn figure laid flat.


Poem Details | by Morgan Mise |
Categories: dark, death, grief, holocaust, snow, sorrow, war, winter,

Darkness Sleeps

Single file in a row
bare feet freezing in the snow
in a pile, bodies burn
all wait fearfully for their turn
ash and smoke clog the air
ringing with screams of despair
moving closer to their end
their minds begin to slowly bend
the snow is stained with crimson red
drinking in the blood they've shed
in the trees, starved ravens wait
to feed on those who've met their fate
more bodies burn, the bells tolls on
the moon reveals a scarlet dawn
as all the corpses burn in heaps
just for now, the darkness sleeps

By Morgan Mise
Written December 3, 2012

Poem Details | by Robin Brown |
Categories: absence, birth, body, caregiving, eulogy, holocaust, home,

Time

SHE PUSHES ME IN A DEEP COMA
NO MEMORIES OF HER
I'M MY ONLY PERSON IN A DEEP SLEEP
WHERE MY REMEMBRANCE ARE FADED
 
I HEAR HER VOICE
WHISPERING SOFTLY IN MY EAR
I KNOW SHE'S BESIDE MY BED
WAITING FOR ME TO AWAKE

I FEEL NO SADNESS
LISTENING TO HER SMILES AND LAUGHS
SOMETHING I NEVER HEARD HER DO
THROUGH MY SLEEPLESS IN TIME
I PASSED THROUGH A DIMENSION OF 
ANOTHER TIME OF HER

Poem Details | by Laura Breidenthal |
Categories: allegory, childhood, confusion, dark, death, depression, fear, holocaust,

Sleeping Kate

Caskets unmade 
Naked bodies lie in waste
Can you hear the concealed laments?
Afraid to express
Afraid to breathe
Unable to stop the grief

Teeth grind

A young boy picks up a dried hip bone
Scooping up the soil to bury Sleeping Kate
Spines tingle at the crunch of excessive skeletons
Grimy boots unmercifully stomp

Sleeping Kate showed the officers
The skeleton she built out of bone fragments
Sleeping Kate told them we were all the same inside
With this truth, she died
With their guilt, they continued life
They tried. . .

The officers tried to bury Sleeping Kate
But Sleeping Kate is always alive,
Building skeletons in their minds. . .


4-7-13






Poem Details | by Scribbler Of Verses |
Categories: forgiveness, freedom, grief, hate, history, holocaust, memory, metaphor, suicide, tribute,

For Primo Levi

For Primo Levi

it darkened more
as light shone through
and the haunting past stabbed

you felt
wept
screamed
as
silently the blind were led
'thieves' you called them
emerging from nowhere
yet everywhere
'thieves' you called them
no one
yet everyone
you felt
wept
screamed
till
finally

you left

Poem Details | by LINDA JACKSON |
Categories: death, holocaust,

Bird Hunters


                                     I Just want to rest
                                  from my long migration
                                    Find a sweet oasis

                                  Many nets and traps 
                                 full of  dying songbirds
                                     adorn the route

                                     An army culls us
                                millions migrating south
                                hunted to extinction.
   
                                  Will silence replace
                            The birdsong each morning
                                     Remember us.

Poem Details | by richard nnoli |
Categories: absence, africa, confusion, emotions, fear, holocaust,

Worst death dieing in silence

     Worst death dieing in silent
Once shot to death 
Is far better than a
Multiple death

Fear kills you every times 
It kills you slowly 
Like a cancer

Fear makes you settle for 
The worst as it deprive you
From the real you 

Too many trouble in the world 
In between the root 
You will always find fear

Once shot to death 
Is far better than a 
Multiple death

Is better live life with yourself
Knowledge 
Than help with fear 
Always building the gangs dreams

Is better obedient to your soul 
Than serve as a fool till death! 

For living with fear is like 
The worst death dieing  in silent