Best Hiroshima Poems
a motionless pond
reflects an unblemished sky
where war once swallowed the sun -
blossoms drift like tears
skimming over ancient wounds
while doves fly against the wind
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For Brian Strand's Contest: #218
I was caught off guard by the everlasting effect of your smile.
In all honesty I thought I was prepared for the well placed explosion that took place in my heart.
In actuality, I was not.
Absent minded to the total embodiment that was you.
The coming of your lips,
The taste of your stare.
I did not know the effect your voice would have on me.
There wasn't a prayer that could have prepared me for you.
There was nothing left of what my heart use to be.
The occurrence of everything obliterated; Emptied.
The horizon filled by your silhouette; my hands lost in the light cast
by the radiance of your smile.
I was reduced to nothingness in the blink of an eye by a single look cast from
The stare of your eye.
The total sound of nothingness filled my heart with a peaceful hush
after the destruction you've caused with just a single look.
Shadows only remain
Where life stood its ground
Far above their air
Its devastation burned down
(To all those who have lost from war...)
(Every year on August 6, Japanese people observe
the Hiroshima day by releasing hundreds of white pigeons
in the blue sky of peace memorial park, the then bomb
blast area. I visited that area on the Hiroshima day of 1999)
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I still smell the smoke of
an atomic bomb blast
There were a lot of broken buildings
and human remnants in the museum
and the memorial parks……
Many people were victims of leukemia
Still many suffering from skin cancers
and genetic disorders…….
I still smell the smoked flesh and blood of
human beings in the air of Hiroshima
I still hear the voice of hundreds of
unsatisfied souls in the sky of Nagasaki…….
No more Hiroshima
No more Nagasaki……
Straight, direct meaning,
No ambiguity or question,
Of relationship or hearing,
Only malicious attestation.
Seventy-five thousand,
Killed by the 15 kiloton bomb,
In one there was no pasture land,
For the innocent overthrown.
Red fluid permeated,
Scolded the lungs of the fit,
No reactions competed,
With that rupture that lit.
Never again should war,
Take the lives of so many,
Because lifted is the bar,
On freedom and autonomy.
Thank you… Hiroshima...!
You let all the masks fall,
Revealing
The ugly faces we have
O Hiroshima,
You are flocks of dead sparrows,
Spreading from earth to heaven...
You are our biggest defeat
That is embellished
With shame and disgrace…
We are killed
before we try to kill you…
Our souls are cold,
Covered with mold and mist …
So, will your fire be able to warm them up…?!
O Hiroshima,
We crave to slay dreams,
Sparrows and melodies…
But your suckling grass,
butterflies,
lilies,
Dews and flowers
Defeat us...
O Hiroshima,
In whirlwinds
Ghosts dance over the tombs,
Droning the sound of death..
O Hiroshima...!
Music of death is still playing
In our streets,
Our cities that are replete with death,
And intoxicated with hunger...
Lucky are the dead;
They forget the bitterness of memory…
Yet, I try to forget but to no avail…
Could I ever be able to delete Hiroshima
From my memory
Whilst every city might become Hiroshima
Destruction falling
See baby doctor at ten...
Little boy coming
Not to make light of dropping an atomic bomb, but when one stops and thinks of all the
normal every day things going through the minds of those people while Little Boy is falling, at
8:15 am, It is really sad. Something like 140,000 died instantly. Charles
© Sep 24 2010 Charles Henderson
Japan now our friend
Unlike 1945
Prayers keep Hope alive
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Contest: Tribute to Japan
Sponsor: Debbie Guzzi
( Lyrics by Queen )
Teo torriatte konomama iko
Aisuruhito yo
Shizukana yoi ni, Hikario tomoshi
Itoshiki oshieo idaki
Let us cling together as the years go by
Oh my love, my love
In the quiet of the night
Let our candle always burn
Let us never lose the lessons we have learned
Are our lessons learnt, time will tell
Berlin Wall, barriers fell
Is it a start, or a start to come
Is this race always on the run
We need to look and look around
No more we hear that whistling sound
It's seems to be a more silent kill
Typical Human, in it's typical will
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/war-2.php
Mushroom clouds
raining radioactive death
After the blinding light,
a wasteland is all that was left
Charred bones littered everywhere
Those who lived there
had their flesh vaporized into thin air
In the land of the rising sun,
a profound tragedy did unfold
A tale of two cities
Will the lessons learned take hold?
Hiroshima dreams
are nightmares you don't want
Eerie innocent screams
crying out, "please don't"
Nagasaki dreams
are nightmares you don't want to see
Horrific unspeakable scenes
are images you won't forget easily
So mark those who speak
with contaminated breath
Who would like to rekindle
the nuclear fires of death
It will be a long, cold winter
should their desire become manifest
So close your eyes and sleep now,
sleep well and gather rest
For you'll have Hiroshima dreams
to keep you warm at night
And drink a cup of Nagasaki spirits
to greet the sunless morning light
Under a clear blue sky
The old city
That once lay in ruins
Is now flourishing with life,
A Phoenix risen from the ashes.
W.A. CHOLT. Copyright Fergal O Reilly. 2018.
Seventy Three Years Since 1945
(August 6 and 9 respectively)
Robert Oppenheimer manned
"The Manhattan Project",
a top secret World War II mission
which constituted "Little Boy" codename
for a uranium gun-type atomic
bomb dropped at 0815
exploding 580 metres above civilians
with15 kiloton blast yield reduced
400 year old city to dust
Colonel Paul Tibbets, the pilot/ bombardier
of the Enola Gay (the Boeing B-29 Superfortress
unleashing nuclear warfare
seventy three years ago today)
gives cause for this baby boomer to revisit
mentally, the annihilation,
extermination, incineration
the first of two storied Japanese enclaves
realizes how trifling my current bout
with mania paranoia, pneumonia
(from northern exposure)
contrasted with sinister malevolent
evil tower ushering
thermonuclear age epitomizing
coup de nada so graceful means
maximum military mutilation
though unwell, this inflammation poised
to be cured unlike subsequent
generations of victims
who survived atrocious, egregious, hellacious,
judicious slaughter can only
poorly be described
by this mortal with a curable
bacterial/viral infection
aghast at such wanton killing, moreso
via weapons of mass destruction
more devastatingly grisly than
those "experimental" bombs
loosed upon the innocent population,
whereby 75,000 people killed or fatally injured
with 65% of casualties nine years
of age and younger
whence offspring of survivors
evincing excess genetic anomalies
with fiery windy surface
temperatures topping 4,000C
upon terrain hallowed by ghastly
horrible deathly dominance
amidst shadow of a mushroom cloud.
Hiroshima 8/6/45
The atomic slaughter
of war crime committed against civilian population
of entire city –
terrible explosion, fire, harmful radiation,
unleashed annihilation.
Victims’ souls shout at their perpetrators
of this horrible deed.
Our ancestors having learned to harness,
the tremendous power of atom bomb,
used these tools against their own kind.
The history of mankind is filled with wars
for power corrupts men.
May Hiroshima and Nagasaki
be the symbol of brutal atrocities,
shattered truth and time –
man broken inside out.
Perpetrators, obliterators of religion and moral laws
are distorted more than their victims –
of scars unhealed.
Hiroshima – inferno of boiling cloud.
CIGARETTE IN HIROSHIMA
Press of a darkened switch
In a flash it was all over
Ignition of the lethal load
Surge of heat
Trembling with anticipation
Red hot glow afterwards
The familiar cloud of smoke
And just a trace of ash
Do not produce children
telepathic hypochondriac...
don't transform girls
in symptomatic blind
don't do women
changed functions
think of the wounds
Like splenic roses
But oh don't forget
the rose of the rose
From the rose of Hiroshima
the perpetual rose
the radioactive rose
monstrous and stupid
The hepatic rose with cirrhosis
The anti rose, atomic
discolored and unperfumed
Sans rose sans nothing... !
PS Interactive reinterpretation of the poem Rosa de Hiroshima from Vinicius
de Morais, Brazilian poet BY Alkas poetry