Holocaust Abc Poems
These Holocaust Abc poems are examples of Abc poems about Holocaust. These are the best examples of Abc Holocaust poems written by international poets.
Azalea plant, so baby new and blooming.
Bluebell flowers, quietly looming.
Carnations, the flowers of the dance.
Daffodils, in memory of the lost in the Holocaust.
Evening Primrose, so...
A Lonely Heart
africa, allegory, angst,
A Lonely Heart
Deaths sweet cousin has become my companion
And the silent sounds and erect walls have felt my sorrow
Loneliness has rusticated my companionship because of...
OUR ENVIRONMENT TODAY
earth, farm, flower,
I was taught by my father to be obedient in the dense forest to save the individuals trees, stop destruction to plantation. I...
Worst case scenario
abortion, abuse, america, angel,
Worst case scenario-
Well it's good to see someone woke up early and slathered on his hair, greeted the morning media in his aristocratic lair. Re-education...
The upbeat moon
becomes dazed, when you
start, the dance of death.
Personified, lone word,
unloved; changes the
Given space, a sick
crowd, expands, unsquares,
A SNEAK PREVIEW
Hold your saliva.
The kissing syndrome,
is on prowl.
A threat looms large;
over the face on the face
of most beautiful eyes.
Are you fascinated by the-
picture of shedding the...
dark, history, holocaust, journey,
I am a Jewish boy
I wonder if I will ever survive
I hear people screaming and crying
I see skinny people with shaved
ABC.The Worlds Countries
America, so vast and the land of the free
Brazil, carnivals and beach beauties
Canada, untouched, with the mighty Niagara Falls
Denmark, with the mermaid, luring sailors with...
daughter, dedication, devotion, education,
I take a refuge in desire.
‘Seeing act’ strangulates.
I suffer in the mists of defeat,
there is no evidence.
One attachment catches the...
A HOT PATCH
dedication, imagination, inspirational, natural
All the wayward words
mock me for inadequacy.
I remain detached from meaning,
emigrating to eloquence of wordless solitude.
The hymen breaks.
Dumb poems cry. I don’t want to...