Poems About: HOLOCAUST

In this page, poems on / about “holocaust” are listed.

  • 349.
    Going Ahead With It

    Professors have their most beautiful language,
    And the hidden cameras in the bedrooms of actresses
    With consumption,
    And they listen as if haunted by the marching step read more »

    Bret R. Crabrooke
  • 350.
    My Cursed Blessing.

    She came to my life.
    One blessed day.
    My heart danced and my soul twirled.
    Even the sun came out to play. read more »

    Raouf Reda
  • 351.
    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
  • 352.
    Peppermint Schnapps

    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
  • 353.
    THE CHOSEN

    You who were the 'Chosen',
    you who suffered long.
    You who wore the yellow star,
    The victims of great wrongs. read more »

    Bill Mitton
  • 354.
    A Public Apology

    Public apologies are the new confessional.

    So here goes. read more »

    Michael Shepherd
  • 355.
    ! ! ! ..the 'nuclear'..dilemma..

    ! ! ! ! ...the ' nuclear '...dilemma...
    a poem by Sivan PG Menon
    --------------- read more »

    Sivan P.G Menon
  • 356.
    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 »

    Bret R. Crabrooke
  • 357.
    Energy Independence

    Nancy P.
    And Harry Reid
    Have a record to defend
    As they ascend read more »

    Sidi J. Mahtrow
  • 358.
    Yom HaShoa

    There are things
    which people never discuss,
    like wickedness and destruction
    and loss of humanity read more »

    Gert Strydom
  • 359.
    sparks of despondence

    Obstreperous predicaments,

    Mayhem and fiasco, read more »

    neha sharma
  • 360.
    Flooded Earth

    Here you go thinking that I was dead,
    You turned on and on like the little girl dancing
    Without gravity, untwining all of her things
    Until she is fully grown and Zephyrus even without read more »

    Bret R. Crabrooke
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