Holocaust Couplet Poems | Couplet Poems About Holocaust
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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
Mickey Rooney or George Clooney
In movies, there is always a grim them;
What women like looking at is a trim him;
You know, the darling, handsome one
Who thinks that he is a Don Juan.
Now really, very showy is what you are
And a raising star which is the best by far;
Also, could be things that are God-forsaken
Like when husband away my TV was taken.
So did you read the message loud and clear?
Hope you didn't find any frustration or fear;
As for the likes of loony George Cahoonie
I myself would rather watch Mickey Rooney.
Things are more roomy with Mickey Rooney,
But all women love body of George Cahoonie.
PS. Wow. My Poem of the Day was
really terrific on August 16, wasn't it?
Having A Hollowcaust
Just thought of this after I saw your category of Holocaust.
With my wife, we were having a hollowcaust
And as I am sure you know, I again lost;
Which superfluous show should we watch today?
She always ends up getting her way.
So according to well-prepared latest scoop
Here I am stuck on profound Poetry Soup
Which to me is most marvelous and great;
It can sedate, satiate and lastly sublimate.
As usual, it is the surrogate same story;
I am having a hard time finding a category;
Maybe all of the times, I am greatly behind;
How about a category called, "Blow Your Mind?"
Which is what my poems seem to do if you
are one of the far and in between few. So far,
so confusing. Right?
It shall be called a great Sunday Supreme
Which ironically is made out of ice cream
With much chocolate and several cherries
Banana strips also and maybe some berries.
Could be covered with few nuts and candy
Or whatever else may have been handy
Is something for you would always dream
When it has been topped with whip cream.
Will be both of my grand daughters delight
And ended up over both having to fight
Knowing by far it will absolutely be the best
And by grand parents was praised and blessed.
James Thomas Horn