Poems About: HOLOCAUST
Poems on / about :
- carpe diem
I am now and then.
I am your enemy and your friend.
I am your alpha and your omega,
your beginning and your end. read more »Phillip Mobley
338.In the Furrows and the Littered Ruts
We’re in Parkland, which trumps even Wellington:
The people are bigger and smile affluently: They drive around
In crashing space-ships, or they have entire China sets
For knees and joints. I swear, one can get rich off them with read more »Robert Rorabeck
I am in the right place for another glass,
And perhaps I will never write another poem tonight,
As today I have to explain to Antonio that there is no more
Work right now, for the horses are hungry read more »Robert Rorabeck
340.Sultry Summer's Evening
A frail…old Negro lady
…Born…in Lincoln's day
Who knew the taste of freedom
Only… when… she passed …away read more »James B. Earley
341.Those Feelings Who Let You In
Those feelings who let you in are going now,
Lighting out in that terrible fog:
The last one I can feel is the one letting me know,
Holding the door open as we wave the others goodbye: read more »Robert Rorabeck
342.Recipe of the Holocaust
Here is my death recipe,
made specially for the Holocaust.
The horror of Anti-Semitism
That struck Jews during the Second War. read more »Antonia Williams
343.On The Way To Sicily (Prose Poem)
The ruins of Pompeii held no charm for me, so full of ruined rocks and the dead it made my heart hurt. How the tour guide waxed eloquent on that ancient holocaust, almost revering the disinterested volcano that overtook so many innocents under the hot Pompeian sun: children at play, mothers nursing their young, fathers planting olive trees, the elderly gazing at the volcano that never ceased its warnings. They refused to believe Vesuvio’s ranting was the bellow of things to come.
How the tourists speculated as they gesticulated, full of awe and sympathy...
The tour ended with the spectacular showing of human remains, fire-frozen in the grotesque rictus of the dead: backs arched, appendages akimbo; all lovingly encased in glass for the entertainment of future generations. Then we clambered onto the bus and thought no more of Pompeii and what we saw that day. read more »Alicia Patti
344.Lost, lonely girl blues
You are a lost, lonely little girl
Have another dose of medicine to ease the pain
Your Daddy has gone off to war; you will never again see his face
Love and Acceptance - the bitter pill that you cannot swallow. read more »Jesse Wood
Not long ago my Heart and I underwent a holocaust.
So much misery never before seen.
All unheard of.
Broken inside; lost for life. read more »Rayline Nathan
She pours a motel glass half full with Pepermint Schnapps,
Toasting her fellow-doomed-
Addressing them, oh so silently,
Calling each by name. read more »Michael Shepler
! Spoken Word!
breathe like its your first breath or even you last read more »Daryl Hennix
348.! ! ! ..the 'nuclear'..dilemma..
! ! ! ! ...the ' nuclear '...dilemma...
a poem by Sivan PG Menon
--------------- read more »Sivan P.G Menon