Best Fuhrer Poems


Premium Member September 1945

red rooftops appear to glow in rainy-day haze
lost in memories of pre-war bliss
     she looks up to watch them bleed

pain is its own reward sometimes
better than the numbness 
     she so desperately seeks to leave behind

tiny poodle escorts her on La Rue de la Paix
peace has come to Paris at last
     but in her heart, agony lingers

she heard the Fuhrer took his own life
cyanide and a bullet, too merciful for a demon
     how her sweet Emil must have suffered in the death camp

his last gift to her, a red umbrella to offer shelter
at a time when he so direly needed protection
     from horrific torture, starvation, gas chambers

footsteps behind her; she pivots, her poodle barks
what’s this?  is rain playing tricks on her eyes?
     he presses his lips on hers and she knows     

yes, yes, these are Emil’s lips
still clad in a prisoner’s striped uniform, he holds her
     she feels his ribs as they embrace

autumn rain soaks the fashion district near their home 
while a violinist in a nearby café plays Chant des Partisans
     overwhelmed, she wonders, is this a dream or is he home to stay?
        



*Written November 1, 2018
N/A in The Red Umbrella Contest
Contest judged that 11/13/2018

Premium Member Adolf Hitler

Chancellor Adolf Hitler
Quite dumb with girls when he was littler--
But in Nazi's  prime, came sultry Eva 
Messed-up like Fuhrer, she became his diva!



Educate Me with Humor--Leader Clerihew
Contest of Andrea Dietrich   1/25/2019
......................

Eva Braun was Hitler's lovely mistress for years.
Though both had eccentric, bizarre characteristics, 
Eva's loyalty to Adolf till their last days made him 
decide to marry her in a civil wedding.
Form: Clerihew

Premium Member Where Is the Anger

Where is the anger! The rage! And the courage, I expected to see?
Why is everyone so complacent? 
Evangelical Christians have endorsed a cheat, a liar, a bigot, and a misogynist
because he's pro-life, God will forgive the rest; hallelujah!
Democracy used to cannibalize democracy; please pass the head of state!
A cult has formed, like the Nazi Youth, who ogled Hitler with worshiping eyes.
Those in charge have stooped so low; that they bow down to this wannabee Fuhrer
with their brown noses prominently showing above their pasted-on smiles!
If you're part of this cult, reason can't save you! You'll die for this trickster!
Chanting NO COLLUSION, NO COLLUSION! Though you know, it isn't true.
As for the rest of you, it's time you woke up!
Wipe off those cynical grins and VOTE, like your voice matters
like your vote matters, like your freedom matters, and pray that they still do!
I'm neither a democrat nor a republican,
I can't stomach the hypocrisy of either party!
As a proud Canadian, I can only empathize with your problem,
but, I'm an impartial observer, immune to the fake news, you might say.
There's no defending this President!
But his Republican stooges, Fox news, and the evangelist elite do just that! 
A con-man stole their integrity and bamboozled his way into the White House.
Now, like Russia's Putin, he wants to be king! 
And he'll challenge and or change the constitution to make it so!
Where is your anger! Your rage! And your courage?
I hear some Americans praise him like he's the second coming!
And insisting his Presidency was prophesied in the pages of the bible.
In what wacky world is it even possible to venerate Donald Trump
as an instrument of God?  Many are oblivious to the truth,
even when his narcissism and hyperbole are so blatantly obvious! 
Once more, the human psyche's tapped and loyalty siphoned off
to advance the goals of one corrupt man.
In the words of Jesus, "Father, forgive them for they know not what they do!"
May God have mercy on our souls if he wins again!


(free Verse)


Mar.24, 2018


Anne Frank's Kaleidoscopic Life

At 13, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed
Brimming with youth and flamboyance.
With a myriad of of vying admirers, 
A family to love and to be loved back.
Her life was a blend of love,laughter and rebellion.

Then,all of a sudden,
Dragged out of the felicity of her childhood.
Stripped off her citizenship and freedom
For Anne was born a Jew--an outcast.
Suffered owing to the sanguinary Fuhrer.
The Devil, he surpassed.

To escape the bloody clutches of Hitler
Into hiding ,they went
But never did Anne let her hope perish
In the two years of lonely confinement.
Two years of struggle to cope with adults.
Two years of struggle with food and supplies
With the thrills of love and pangs of goodbyes

Hope was her strongest weapon
To combat severe isolation and oppression.
Eternal hope kept her alive.
Courageous Anne continued to strive.

Her eyes could penetrate into the deeper meanings of life.
The pulchritude of relationships
The sublimity of nature
The plenitude of being
Life's purpose and importance
Demystified.

Alas! Betrayed by a close friend
Resulted in Anne Frank's tragic end.
The blood red hue of autumnal leaves
Stained the Earth , as the nature grieved.
- Angom Amy (15)
© Amy Angom  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Bio

Premium Member The Bombing of Dresden

THE BOMBING OF DRESDEN     
        February 13, 1945
Pathfinders lit the night to show the way
for bombardiers too hungry for the word;
as Dresden's dark was made as light as day,
all hearts were stopped before the blasts were heard;

and as the din was heard by all their ears
the sound it made was not reality
but far removed from all the hopes and fears
and what they thought would never come to be.

They loved the Fuhrer--sin enough for all
to die the fiery death of sweet revenge
brought on by those who had enough of gall
to drop their loads in wartimes heated binge!

       And when the fire consumed all that it could
        the winter of their lives was understood.
© Vee Bdosa  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Sonnet

Premium Member Indian Givers

The once was a Native American Navajo
Who served his country and to war did go.
He wrote codes by the score
Which helped end the war
But came home to no fame, “Oh, no.”

The World War II ends in ‘45
Choctaw and Comanche side by side
Broke the back of the Fuhrer
Our messages got through sure! 
With out their gift we’d not stem the tide!

It took fifty five years and more
For the US to give medals they wore
Many went to their graves
Still feeling enslaved
But, Congressional Gold the corpse bore.
Form: Limerick


Premium Member Native American Indiantribute

Americans without doubt a giver
Navajo secret code did deliver
  To Hitler De Fuhrer
   Messages never clear
Red men spoke jumbled arrows of quiver!

Adolf’s lust thrust, the Indian giver
Receives back miseries he delivers!
   In arrow toting brothers
   Military discovers
God's quest in those saving mouths of quivers! 

Native brother’s saving grace delivers
By blessed mouths filled of spoken quivers!
   Now they ride the constrained range
   Without horse or pocket change
Long since lost from sight those medal slivers!

For Contest:Indian Giver~Limericks
In honor of DP
Form: Limerick

Snow In Poland

Snow falls on the brittle leaves of birch trees,
their branches miraculously overlooked by the December wind.
It makes a sound like the marching feet of scary Germans rushing through Poland.

Snow, mixed with freezing rain, 
falls hard on the roof of an unheated barracks in Auschwitz,
filled with men and boys in pajamas.
It sounds not unlike the far-off thunder of the radio in the commandant’ s house,
the angry voice of the Fuhrer.

Snow, descending from the sky like shaved ice, on a brittle day, 
5 maybe 8 degrees.
It covers the makeshift roadblocks in the streets of Warsaw, 
making little mountains — so pure on the outside but fetid, rotten, corrupt beneath the fine powder. 
This snow, 
this ice falling to the ground, 
sounds like Russian boots jumping over the mountains.

Rain in Gdansk,
a fine mist,
the smell of the sea.
It covers the streets, where men whisper things that will someday be heard 
and old women fall on their knees to pray the Rosary.
This rain,
it smells of freedom.
© Don Munro  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Wayward Son

He rode his dismal horse
all day and night
and to the grave of ashes.

A life
and less than a life

Fantasies
crept up like flaming fire.
Even der Fuhrer was amazed.

Like many of low esteem
he flaunted his braggadocio,
pounding it in
as with a steel hammer.
© Bill Yates  Create an image from this poem.

American Fuhrer

As swift as a northern wind the nightmare will finally begin, for years we warned 
you we begged for the resistance to gain steam and forefeel the dream of putting 
an end to this deadly regime.

It was all or nothing the battle of epic proportion but in the end evil prevail and a 
new American fuhrer we shall hail. Unconstrained by law total militarism of awe 
the inferior folk will fall there is no turning back now we know were power lies as 
though a new messiah has risen through blood soaked skies.

His jackbooted soldiers reign of destruction and open terror look for the full 
indoctrination of an enslaved nation a product of this American fuhrers insane 
creation.

A state of horror before the eyes of this republic could this be real our own 
American soil crushed under the heel of totalitarian steel. As we fall in line with 
the change of time what was the resistance is now a band of rogue soldiers 
unwilling to march for our fuhrer and his new world order.

This is it my fellow comrades the iron arm of fascist law America is no longer 
free as a matter of fact it's all the same to me. Have mercy on us my lord for we 
know your righteous light will guide us day and night soon the resistance will see 
everlasting might to end this final fight this dream i hold on to so very tight.

copyright (c) 2006
© Cole Beck  Create an image from this poem.

Diary of An Ss Man

They tell us to be fanatical at all cost even if it means all of German life will be 
lost, i look back on the early days when the talk of war was still a haze believe 
they said always believe in the fuhrer he commands we follow now it seems 
those words were hollow.

Now I sit here facing death with great sorrow I guess it's my fault I signed my life 
over to the SS with out a thought but we were the master race the very best 
Hitler's SS with his will we were blessed. What went wrong national socialism was 
so very strong Himmler would say to us only in nazism and the Nazi SS would 
fortune give us freedom or should I not blame my self or the nazis but the 
common enemy international Jewry, which I guess is now were I make my death 
bed the Reich is in ruin the fuhrer is dead the symbol of the SS our figure head 
chose to abandon us instead.

I guess there is nothing left but I'll be damned if I fight till the death no longer will I 
blame another now I'll try and return home and find my mother and little brother
god willing they survived  this holocaust of lies. Speaking of holocaust yes it true
the nightmare the Jews encountered was because of us the SS it was the fuhrers 
will and some consider it a thrill the rest of us found it extremely ill to kill innocent 
folk but they were Jews.

I guess I don't have to explain it to you I felt compelled to write this poem in 
hopes that one day the world will see we weren't all sadist just brainwashed by 
the promise of paradise to any one would sound nice. It's over any way nazism is 
gone washed away I stand here before you a simple man who got caught up in a 
awful murderous plan man's darkest hour that gave him so much power.

Cole Hodson
copyright (C) 2006
© Cole Beck  Create an image from this poem.

Autumn In the Air Hooray

Autumn In The Air - Hooray

Respite from punishing 
     heat wave - yay
which above line,
     could "speak" volumes,
     and be a stand alone poem
     offering readers
     a reprieve nsync 
     whence roasting, sultry,

     and torpid unpleasant 
     weather since yesterday
boot such brevity,
     would disallow 
     me to extemporize,
but more importantly today
this intrepid word
     smith doth "say,"

he would never
     wanna miss trodding,
     the formerly (golden
     in their heyday now sketchy),
     sections of said roadway,
now where digital electronic
    rustily hinged, abandoned, 
     and gated haunting quay

a throwback, when
     private manned schooners
     (shaped like a beer stein),
     perhaps headed to Uruguay
could ply outlying
     waters of cyberspace,
     why... just yesterday
when my troubles

     did not seem so far away
versus this present opportunity
     to risk live and limb
(and Kong like wrath
     of my reed ding fans)
     while getting way
     laid "traveling as
     Wilburys soul survivor

     foreign ancient groupie,"
     the dangerous, derelict, and dicey
     dubiously dotting dilapidated,
     dark corners information
     super high way,
thus yours truly
     doth not heed,
     but flaunts like some cray

zee (NOT RICH, NOR ASIAN),
     but rather some gray
beard (grizzled), curmudgeon
     figuratively gnarled, toothless,
     and weatherbeaten lackaday
lay about good for nothing
     mellow flew wuss depraved
('cept mebbe "robbing"

     precious and special time
     of some bachelor
     farmer from Norway)
all the above
     essentially wrote for naught
merely (as diversion) to comment,
     how this September day wrought
ascent o' fought

     (a scent oh aught) tum caught
me wear'n a corduroy
     long sleeve shirt since...aye taut
a "FAKE" hungry 

     Grimm gimlet eyed trumpeting lout, 
     germane Don apprenticed 
     how to become cannibalizing 
     (without accountability) fuhrer, 

(and lastly rendering enemies  
     into sweet tasting sauerkraut),
this while learning das dialect 
     (tickle) Matt speak,

(which took me a lifetime),
     this preceding the
     quirky invention of the umlaut!

Premium Member Dresden Germany Feb 13 1945

DRESDEN, GERMANY February 13, 1945
Pathfinders lit the night to show the way
for bombardiers too hungry for the word;
as Dresden's dark was made as light as day,
all hearts were stopped before the blasts were heard;

and as the din was heard by all their ears
the sound it made was not reality
but far removed from all the hopes and fears
and what they thought would never come to be.

They loved the Fuhrer -- sin enough for all
to die the fiery death of sweet revenge
brought on by those who had enough of gall
to drop their loads in wartimes heated binge!

       And when the fire consumed all that it could
        the winter of their lives was understood.
© ron wilson aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet.
© Vee Bdosa  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Sonnet

Premium Member Valentines Wishes On Dresden

Valentines Wishes On Dresden
Awakened before sleep had settled in
she peered out to the night of Dresden's way
and though her hero had no war to win
she blew a kiss to him, as if to say

"mein Fuhrer, this, your Fraulein dreams of you
and vishes you could feel this love of mine
I've done most everything a girl could do
but foolish, hope to be your valentine."

And then the bombs fell from a troubled sky
as if mere kisses from the Butcher's lips
before she'd even ask her Heaven why
her world was blown apart by groaning ships;

    the understanding of it all is rare
     in part because the world just doesn't care.
© ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet
© Vee Bdosa  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Sonnet

Fiftyonefabel

FIFTYONEFABEL 
FIFTYONEFABEL 
 
 
 
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Hitler was running for his life he was near the depression in the road the sound 
of falling bombs was deafening He was like an animal now sure that he was 
about to be destroyed and that is what happened in our lifeline but there is a 
Watcher. He stepped out of the clouds like a JESUS. He touched Hitler on the 
sleeve and Hitler paused. His narrow eye was scanning the Watcher. WHO what 
how Hitler was monosyllabic. Eye am an alien from your Future 
CharlaxAndroidOneSeven. Eye am the Watcher sent to save you. Do you want to 
live in a different timeline Adolf? Yes the Fuhrer nodded. State & Party Leader 
Hitler Führer was the title granted by Chancellor Hitler to himself by the Enabling 
Law which gave him supreme power in the German Reichstag (Parliament), as 
part of the process of Gleichschaltung, following the death of the last 
Reichspräsident of the Weimar Republic, Paul von Hindenburg, on August 2, 
1934. The new position, fully named Führer und Reichskanzler (Leader and 
Chancellor of the (Third) Reich), unified the offices of State/Party leader 
(Germany becoming a one-party state at this point) and Chancellor, formally 
making Hitler Germany's Head of State as well as Head of Government 
respectively; and, in practice, the Dictator of the Nazi Third Reich. 
Nazi Germany cultivated the Führerprinzip (leader principle), and Hitler was 
generally known as just der Führer ("the Leader"). One of the Nazis' most-
repeated political slogans was ''Ein Volk, Ein Reich, Ein Führer' - 'One People, 
One Empire, One Leader'. See Part Two now see eh???

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