Couplet Holocaust 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
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?
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?
In England, they have a handsome him and her
Who both together could be called a commoner
And to live in a place that has great health
Do you really have to live in a commonwealth?
Then the have a hospitable House of Lords
Which has been made from boards and boards
Those who have possession of college degrees
Become members of the House of Burgesses.
Of Lords and Burgesses who will be the best
Some say by God both have been equally blessed
And strategy that allegedly became a tragedy
Was caused and created by His or Her Majesty.
And then my heavens and forever great Scott
In land where playing bagpipes has been taught
Heard many more say just the other day
From Great Britain, they want to break away.
If practices are common which one should they use?
Or some plan appearing to be as a perfect excuse
When pieces of puzzle are not properly fitted
Do they mean you must remain uncommitted?
James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Retired Vulnerable Veteran
I praise God for His great Sunday Supreme
Which is made out of His own ice cream
With much chocolate and several cherries
Banana strips also and maybe some berries.
My prayers to God are like nuts and candy
Or whatever else may have been handy
It is something about you would dream
When it was topped with whip cream.
God's Sunday Supreme is everyone's delight
And again and again over people would fight
Knowing by far it will absolutely be the best
And by God is always praised and blessed.
James Thomas Horn