Best Gassed Poems
Remember
Israel of three thousand years
expulsed at times
enslaved by the Romans
gassed by Europe
persecuted by Saudi-Arabia
murdered by Iran and Iraq
shackled by Egypt
attacked by Jordan
robbed by Syria
sold out by the UK
bombed by the IRA
slandered with spit by Turkish terrorists
sent to the Siberian gulags in Russia
comrades they are not
evicted from many many lands
Battles house by house
street by street
once friendly neighbors
each calling the other traitor
a bloody war where no side
would retreat
by prophecy they won
Wrestling God
the twelve tribes returned
to the land of the Israelites
to their promised land
from sand they made gardens
from the desert they grew grapes
where terror reigns they
made an oasis
Anti Zionism still slithers
belly dancers selling their deceptions
naked harlots forever spew latent hate
evil men whisper, dead jew, dead jew
sadly, uneducated views saturate
seductively selling their false peace
like a woman's second hand virginity
They only hate, and dream of blood
if only, if only we had another flood
Noah would leave them all at shore
harlots, by any other name are simply
the devils horses
Israel was
Israel is
Israel shall forever be
the Middle East's democracy
and graciously
the custodian of all of us
a religious trinity
Gods chosen
their glorious capital
Jerusalem!
Categories:
gassed, allah, bible, god, gospel,
Form:
Free verse
It was the last year of high school and there was a lack of beaux,
But then I got an invite. Whew, that was close!
So now the Prom was coming and I was going to go!
Mom gassed up for the city, headed out with me in tow,
Big stores all hunched together on a tall and scary street,
One dress along a rack with just repeat, repeat, repeat.
But Mom found a creation in an entirely different place,
Moulded tulle and satin, fairy dust and moonlit lace!
I thought she was kidding though the thing was just my size.
I was worried; fairy tales don't often turn out to be wise.
And the price tag is ridiculous! I said Mom take a look!
She plunked it down determinedly, tore a check out of the book.
That left a lot for me to do. My looks are commonplace.
New makeup and new lipstick; how about new face?
Silken shoes, a tiny purse, it's a lot of stress
Just trying to live up to this fantastic dress!
Rhinestone droplets dangle dangerous from my ear,
My long hair piled up high. How much taller I appear!
Prom night came...Poor Tommy! I was done up to impress.
My hair swept up, my makeup on, long earrings and the Dress!
He stood there in the doorway, uncertain in his tux,
Black tie, stiff shirt; this is getting all too much!
The corsage he held between us was carnations glowing red.
He looked up cautiously and ventured; "Is that you, Bo?" he said.
Categories:
gassed, 12th grade, dance, high
Form:
Couplet
Words For Those With No Voice
For every pair of shoes
All the burnt bones and woes
In the millions, in the mud
All died alone
Starving of food and having lost our souls
Our god abandoned us so
Mother father
Sister brother
Fuel for the Reich, we lay slaughtered
Some of us were saved
By those whose honor made them brave
We must salute them all, the bold and the dead
Even if we have only skeletons to mark their stead
Now that time has passed
There will be contests, it will be a blast
Who wins first? Who wins third?
The holocaust deserves no prize
Why must we die twice, this is absurd?
Honor me with a prayer
A poem
A moment of silence
A heart felt thought about humanity
Prose and verse, to remember the atrocities
This is the honor of men of a higher velocity
Never make a circus of the horrific gas chambers
A contest of who makes the horrors more real or titillating
Its not you the writer or the reader that feels
It’s us gassed and burned and buried with our id numbers
Asleep in the fields in slumber
Yellow stars fading away in silence, in tears
No grave markers to shout out of atrocious fears
The subtly of honor is lost on the crass
Maybe it’s them who should be buried under this grass
Notes:
I realize this is a delicate issue, I wrote this poem only because is of my opinion, that having a contest on such issues unless for specific venues, causes, etc. is somewhat tasteless. There is no right or wrong, this is simply by view or take on things and thus have expressed so via this poem. A contest implies a prize or reward even be it praise, and so to profit from so many peoples suffering, well I have explained why. However that being said, any expression or illustration dedicated to honoring and bringing to the light such atrocities, is a different issue.
That being said good intentions are just that, no matter how misguided they may be. We should be grateful we live where we are free to express our sentiments, feelings and beliefs, without fear of repercussion, and that by its very nature will mean many have diverse opinions and views on any issue.
Categories:
gassed, allah, death, evil, holocaust,
Form:
Free verse
Blood masks the lea, the blasted loam
upon whose breasts soldiers came home.
The earth, herself, held each to chest
the mist of sky killed with each breath
as ruined green became their tomb.
Men strafed by shells and gassed by fume:
cast akimbo, blown to their doom
entrenched, barb fenced; death coalesced;
blood masks the lea.
Eight million French, their valor shown;
most shy twenty lay beneath stone:
Russians, Brits, Italians, Yanks, rest
thirty seven million, our best
slaughtered and listed in old tomes;
blood masks the lea.
An Ekphrastic done as a French Rondeau
after:Flanders Fields by John McCrae
Categories:
gassed, death, war,
Form:
Rondeau
Being stuck in a traffic jam
I was shocked to see
A sticker in the window
of a car in front of me:
It held a lurid message
Of dark and deep despair;
Ex husband locked in the boot
Open it if you dare.
I laughed a bit, then paused for thought!
What if it really were true,
How do I know theres nothing there?
If I did, What would I do?
I decided I would follow her
Then take a peek inside'
After all you don’t post a note
Of what you wish to hide!
I opened the boot cautiously
And much to my surprise!
A jack-in-the-box sprung out
and hit me between the eyes.
I now know why the boots are up
In the car sales sites I pass:
It confirms no husbands are in them
Who’ve been poisoned shot or gassed.
Robert Cartwright-Davidson (RabCD)
Categories:
gassed, funny, husband, mysterycar,
Form:
Verse
OBSERVATION
Every town
I mean town or city
Has one
And it aint pretty
There’s this old, red brick building
Nothin on either side
No place for a dealer or his junky to hide
Hell no!
This wreck’s been boarded-up for years
Everything all round’s been torn down
Once in a while some truck’ll bump passed
Along a street what’s seen its last
Pavin when “Toots” Mazzini was gassed
No! This dump is isolated
Few pass by
I’m lookin cause I live in a junk torino nearby
Well, so what?
So. Gottta scratch my head about the damn AD
Freshly painted each year
On side ‘o this pile ‘o old read brick
BAD!
“HAVE A COKE”
Dave Austin
Categories:
gassed, america,
Form:
Free verse
s/he who will get locked away,
fried in the chair, lethally injected,
gassed, hung or shot by a firing squad,
resides right in your home town,
right in your neighborhood,
right round the corner &
without the ability to feel guilt
when s/he lies, cheats, steals, rapes,
beats or kills someone,
s/he’s considered to be a major threat
to the stability of
“western civilization.”
and yet, it is said that
most “normal” people don’t make good killers &
that those who join the military have to undergo
such “training” (brainwashing + drugs)
in order to be able to do it efficiently
without the side-effects that would come
with doing it as a civilian &
still, it is said that many soldiers aim high
or do their best not to kill,
especially if in hand to hand or
close combat,
unless they are pushed to extreme limits.
the irony is that those that our tax dollars
send all across the world to stomp on others in the name of our great
empire
(our great policeman of the world),
are those least likely to do what they are being paid to do,
while those that threaten us on a daily basis
here at home,
silently & secretly,
are the kinds of individuals who can win wars.
we humans celebrate the sociopaths
when they kill in our name
when we’re on the side of the winners &
history will be forged in such a way
as to show that what said sociopath leader did
was indeed great,
that in our time of need,
s/he killed without conscience,
s/he killed indiscriminately &
had s/he not been doing it to “them,”
s/he might have been doing it to
us.
Categories:
gassed, life, drug, , western,
Form:
Free verse
It was early in the morning
Around 9 or 10
When my mom came home
Accompanied by men
It was the look in her eyes
That confirmed my worst fears
And when my stepdad arrived
I still held my tears
He's gone, I know it
They didn't have to say
All I had to ask was
In what way?
Gassed himself...
I was instantly sad
Alone with his thoughts
And I wasn't even there to hold his hand
Why?... was the question
I kept asking myself
Wasn't I enough
To keep this man in good health
He was more than a man,
He was a hero to me
My father was so special
I just wish he could see
Categories:
gassed, father, suicide,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
Who cut the curd cyanide cheese,
thinning out the rank suspect crowd?
Who gassed death in the air bleed,
releasing an odor murder most foul?
Follow the phew olfactory clues,
motive scented everywhere ghoul smell
Mrs. White was it your grey hairs ...
leaving a poison bottom bottle mist trail
spiraling down the Library stairs?
Professor Plum where did you
just Hallway fruity fungi come from?
The Observatory Room window was open,
but now it’s mysteriously been closed
Did you concoct this suffocating wrench plan,
and what’s with the cotton-stuffed nose?
Everybody here got the crimson royal flushed face,
that could only mean one candlestick thing —
Miss Scarlet’s been butt creeping around the place,
no doubt, looking for the hidden bling-bling
Still, who got the super bad mojo Bathroom bowels,
so flatulently criminal ... making eyes roll?
Who put Mr. Green’s intestinal aerosol-laced towels
in the Kitchen behind the snuff dish bowl?
What do those Clues tell you, Lady A.C. detective,
it’s a foul play odor-kill so Murder She Wrote
A farted-out farce, very nasal encore hard to sniff —
the last big reveal is an Insp. Clouseau note:
Colonel Mustard did it
with a gastronomical strangling choke
In the Guest Room
with a belly-loosened, vapor belt rope
Categories:
gassed, fun, humorous, mystery, word
Form:
Light Verse
the art of poetry isn’t hard to master
make the syntax good and entertaining
the gruesome heart of poetry brings disaster
a meter errant makes the lines come faster
an oxford thesaurus gets the listeners waning
the art of poetry isn’t hard to master.
a genius woke and saw a verse rush past her
it only needed polishing and planing
the gruesome heart of poetry brings disaster
she left the oven on, it gassed her
ever since her folk groan, paining
the art of poetry isn’t hard to master.
she saw her selves as coloured shapes in plaster
and round her mind, were ghosts all craning
the gruesome heart of poetry brings disaster
there’s not a lot of hope if we’re complaining
for criticism from hidden ghosts is draining
the art of poetry isn’t hard to master
the gruesome heart of poetry brings disaster
Categories:
gassed, art, cool, creation,
Form:
Villanelle
Being Sold Down the River?
Near 80 years ago it has been
Another Jerk wanted to make his country great again
America first has been used before
It was a commie ploy to keep the U.S. out of the War
Over 6 million Jews were gassed or shot
Who’s going to end up in his burial plot?
Both started out with the same trend
Replace everyone with family and friend
They will do and say anything for power
This one wants to rule from his Ivory Tower
Don’t worry about fighting with the NRA
He will make sure there’s nothing to take away
We are being sold out by being in his trance
Wakeup or learn that funny little Russian dance
Take your money and buy Vodka stock
That way you might not be in hock
Learn to speak Russian and don’t fail
For I hear its cold in a Siberian jail
Keep your mouth shut and speak not
If you speak out, you could be shot
Elections will be no more
It doesn’t matter who you vote for.
2/28/2018
By: Sonny Roper a retired U.S. Navy military veteran
and moi (me)
Categories:
gassed, bullying,
Form:
Rhyme
Are socialists human beings?
Do they need food?
Are they capable of goodness?
Do they deserve to be tortured, starved, abandoned, beaten?
What makes a socialist cry?
It isn't sad movies -- or is it?
Why should I stop hating them?
I have the right to punish them, do I not?
Or do I?
When Mother Teresa found a Communist, starving, abandoned, beaten, she fed him, loved him, made him feel the hands of Christ, touching him through her hands.
When the SS found a Communist, they shot him, tortured him, starved him, gassed him
When the Communists found a Jew, they tortured him, starved him, took his property, made certain he was strung up as an example, that people do not have the right to own their own property.
When Gandhi found that Hindus were murdering Muslims and Muslims were murdering Hindus, he fasted publicly until they stopped.
Whose example do you prefer?
Mother Teresa's, or Stalin's
That of Gandhi, or the SS?
That of Christ?
I have the right to shoot every Democrat who angers me -- or DO I?
I have the right to impeach every Republican for being Republican, to loot his store, to force him to perform abortions, to punish him...
Somewhere in Africa, a father drove nails through the knees of his teenage son
For converting to Christianity.
I am hatred.
I am anger.
I am violence.
Whose example do you prefer?
Christ's?
Or mine?
This is where we save ourselves,
Or destroy ourselves.
'Let Brotherhood, Peace and Progress become landmarks of attainment', it has been written.
Well?
Which do we prefer?
It's a question to ask yourself every day.
When I win, I make the whole world bleed,
And I LAUGH!
Not such a nice fellow am I.
Categories:
gassed, abuse, america, brother, conflict,
Form:
Prose Poetry
After the quiet we all have to go
Dragged and carted by the Sonderkommando
To be dumped in pits covered by lime
A race to dispose by it's Human slime
Auschwitz, Buchenwald & Dachau slaughtered
Many a son, many a daughter
Experiments on children women and men
Some aged 90, many under 10
In 45, their end was near, how many alive would reappear
As Russians, British and US troops
Chased the Hun to their German roots
Each camp reached showed it's sordid past
Where millions of me, were massively gassed
In Auschwitz, to this present day
Birds don't fly, no animals play
The reminder is all for there to see
Those terrible days what happened to me
It's 1948, our Nation is born
From histories past, populations torn
To all who survived I wish you well
And our new born world, called Israel
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/war-2.php
Categories:
gassed, angst, brother, childhood, daughter,
Form:
Rhyme
Thousands were selected.
In each country, hunted and arrested.
Hatred so extreme. Genocide the theme.
Mass extermination, old, young and sick.
Into the pit.
Sons and daughters, like your own.
Gassed and burnt, down to the bone.
Slaughter of a human race.
Because, a type of face.
Naked en mass, waiting for the gas.
What a way to die!
Unable to breath or cry.
Vomit, blood and gore.
They are no more.
Comments
I have had lots of feedback on this poem.
Mostly, they comment on Hitler being
the cause, I think that the whole German race
was responsible. The clouds of smoke from the ovens
covered all of Europe. The smell of burnt flesh was
everywhere. All of Germany combined to carry
out this enormous task.
Categories:
gassed, death, sorry, sympathy,
Form:
Epitaph
They say we Jews are afraid
that no one 'now' will come to our aid
Murder of Jews in America is multiplying
more and more hate crimes, innocents dying
Well, that’s the way it’s always been
as any Jew with two eyes has seen
Six million of us killed by Hitler and his cronies
without a hand lifted to stop it by Roosevelt and his liberal phonies
To prevent the last 750,000, from Hungary, from being gassed
they only needed to target one railway pass
But FDR and his friends grew up hating those ‘damn Jews’
so, all our urgent pleas they angrily refused…
Today though, there is Israel, the Jewish state
reestablished in '48 on the back of global hate
A state that stands boldly against acts of terror
where Jewish Israelis glance not in the rearview mirror
My fellow Jewish Americans, the time is now to emigrate
let's remake our lives in Israel ~ before here it’s too late
_____________________________________________________
Anyone willing to do the slightest bit of research will find out
just how big a Jew-hater FDR was from his early years on...And
his shocking wave-of-the-hand dismissal of so many urgent
pleas to spare one or two bombs to target Germany's transport
of 750,000+ Hungarians Jews to Auschwitz in 1944 STANDS OUT
as perhaps his cruelest act as President, right up there with the
much more widely publicized incarceration of up to 1,800 Japanese-
Americans during WW2.
Categories:
gassed, america, hate, history, jewish,
Form:
Couplet