Best Auschwitz Poems

In nineteen forty four on the third of September
Is a date in my mind that I'll always remember
It was the date of the last train to Auschwitz in Poland
From Westerbork transit camp in the Nederland.

The camp police and soldiers began kicking in doors
People were just...

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Ashes to Ashes

Smoke
rises in the distance.

The boxcar
rocks,
rocks,
rocks;
stones
are placed along the ties.
Were they placed by Chance
or left 
as gently as Kaddish.
I lift my hands in the darkness;
the light of the knothole 
lights the tips of my fingers like Shabbat candles,
and I cover my eyes.

I can smell...

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Brown and worn
She slowly trundled, 
Carrying the tattered and torn
Clutching their bundle.
She leans to the right
And then the left,
In that pitiful night
Laying sleepers bereft.
All her metal and carriage
Held a thousand souls
Between their marriage
Of  her red hot coals.
And the wooden doors weep
The iron locks, hold...

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At The Gates of Auschwitz

Today, I stand
At the gates of hell;
“Arbeit macht frei,”
(work sets you free!)
That is Auschwitz.
Where they burned God’s children,
And the world stood by;
Oblivious,
To what was happening inside.

The League of Nations
(Whose mandate was World Peace)
Failed!
And in 1942
The trains rolled into Auschwitz
Carrying God’s children;
Packed...

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THE SMOKESTACKS OF AUSCHWITZ
A trail of smoke fades to an autumn dawn,
as sounds of morning break unearthly still,
arising to the day, some life goes on,
while others have the fear it never will.

Some ashes drift about the morning air,
appearing as do snowflakes in a stall,
to restless...

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Starved of living
a life beleaguered
some welcome death...

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Visit To Auschwitz
I wish to hear the names long laid to rest
forgotten in their time, an empty prayer,
who wanted nothing more, through life's long quest
than just to know some good's alive somewhere;

their black and white of days, we'll never know,
wreak havok to the minds who...

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THE SMOKESTACKS OF AUSCHWITZ
A trail of smoke fades to an autumn dawn
as sounds of morning break unearthly still
arising to the day, some life goes on
while others have the fear it never will.

Some ashes drift about the morning air
appearing as do snowflakes in a stall,
to restless...

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Piano sheltered girls from being gassed
                        Instruments against Nazis play...





http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Women's_Orchestra_of_Auschwitz


For the Single Crystalline Contest: "The Piano"
by Rick Parise...

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Not for them a soothing rattle

No vistas through a window pane,

Just packed inside, human cattle

Forced aboard that final train.


Oblivion their destination

A one way trip, no coming back,

In the darkness realisation

Prisoners now, on deaths own track.


Mothers soothing children's fears

Knowing fathers play the game,

A slowing train, the...

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From the depths of a human moan
was an agony so great it cannot be known.
Naked in cold, gloom, rain and dread,
naked in death so that heaven’s tears bled.

This is only an account of the Jewish Holocaust.
With words one person cannot express the loss.
Death from starvation,...

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Auschwitz Rose
by Michael R. Burch
											
There is a Rose at Auschwitz, in the briar,
a rose like Sharon’s, lovely as her name.
The world forgot her, and is not the same.
I still love her and extend this sacred fire
to keep her memory exalted flame,
unmolested by the thistles and...

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THE SMOKESTACKS OF AUSCHWITZ
A trail of smoke fades to an autumn dawn
as sounds of morning break unearthly still
arising to the day, some life goes on
while others have the fear it never will.

Some ashes drift about the morning air
appearing as do snowflakes in a stall,
to restless...

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Train whistle blew ending the hellish ride
An eerie silence then a hiss of steam
People in cattle trucks all crammed inside 
It didn't seem real more like a bad dream.

Doors were opened people told to get out
Human beings;  some carrying cases 
"Get into a line"...

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I wanted to write
 The best slavery poem   ever written—
Perhaps win a Pulitzer or Faulkner. 

I had every intention of conforming 
To the standards 
Of modern verse and composition, 
Lyrics fluidly written, 
Perfect in frame, tempo and time, 
but a lot of my...

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