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Villanelle Holocaust Poems | Villanelle Poems About Holocaust

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Details | Villanelle |

Danger Lurks

Danger lurks around every bend
as one travels the leafy path
peril in each step now does pend

With every move we must contend
as nature rages with her wrath
danger lurks around every bend

Passing onward through life we fend
with the odd brush we fight off death
peril in each step now does pend

Trouble everywhere we contend
pushing we travel every path
danger lurks around every bend

Battling our way through we vend
no time to stop and take a bath
peril in each step now does pend

Sometimes peace found in aftermath
as we outwit the psychopath
danger lurks around every bend
peril in each step now does pend

Copyright © Shadow Hamilton | Year Posted 2014


Details | Villanelle |

The Bodies are Piling One by One

While the bodies are piling one by one.
Mother is scared, but calm.
Now look at what they've done.

Father is hurt, but they think they won
Mother makes me hold her palm,
While the bodies are piling one by one.

My family is weak and they are done.
Killing people like a time bomb.
Now look at what they've done.

Everyone is done with the "fun"
Now it's time to rise up with mom,
While the bodies are piling one by one.

Germans shooting with machine guns;
America is here to stop their bomb.
Now look at what they've done.

We are trapped, nowhere to run
My mom tells me to stay calm,
While the bodies are piling one by one.
Now look at what they've done.

Copyright © Michael Soto | Year Posted 2015

Details | Villanelle |

Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent - 28

Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent- 28

These vain Little Men who strut on the World Stage
Come together again the twenty-first time
Can this polluted earth be saved at this stage

The World is yours mine must not be held hostage
By men who pout vapid irate words as mime
These vain Little Men who strut on the World Stage

Far more than kami-kaze terror carnage
Melting ice-cap Poles promise Fire Next Time
Can this polluted earth be saved at this stage

Watch how for profit wild fires worldwide rage
While leaders read ghosted-scripts to waste our time
These Little Men who strut on the World Stage

Earth’s shield pierced by lethal Sun’s rays wreak damage
Mutate living organisms make rot clime
Can this polluted earth be saved at this stage

Would such men who care only for polls image
Remember mighty empires last not a rhyme
These vain Little Men who strut on the World Stage
Can this polluted earth be saved at this stage

© T. Wignesan – Paris,  2015

Copyright © T Wignesan | Year Posted 2015


Details | Villanelle |

So Europe took their human ash within

In Bedzin and in Krakow they breathed in
What they denied in conscious thought or word.
The ashes of the Jews, the shades of skin

Penetrating lungs so deep within
The dead  unburied mixed, in air secured
In Bedzin and in Krakow, mortal sin.

The nearby people turned to burial urns.
The human dust by  breathing was allured
The ashes of the Jews, the shades of skin.

So  Europe took their human ash within.
A graveyard we became unknown, impure.
In Bedzin and in Krakow, more of sin.

And who they thought destroyed  lived on in them
Controlled their lungs, their hearts  their minds uncured,
The ashes of the Jews,  borne in their skin.

Like a mass communion without words
We ate and breathed the Jews, the gays, unheard
In Bedzin and in Krakow  we walked in
The ashes of the lost, the glades of skin,

Copyright © Katherine Bee | Year Posted 2017