Camps Poems - Poems about Camps

Modern Concentration Stamps for Query

Modern Concentration Stamps For Query 

Heights of subtly decide the best points for invention
Delights of brevity decide the next poetic composition
Insights of entropy reside and then collide in patient comprehension 

Conspicuous engagements of the outspoken looking for transparent attention 
Ridiculous derangement of the broken ones that should have been all about prevention 
Ambiguous retainment of

Categories: camps, life,
Form: Rhyme

A Blues Sonnet for Jan

Event: Anglo-Boer War 1899–1902—Measles epidemic in the concentration camps.
In the voice of: Sannie Botha (a survivor).

Jan’s cough kept me awake all through the night.
The children are all coughing in the night;
the fevers gave us all a mighty fright.

The red, now itchy, spots on body parts;
“Oh! Son Jan, don’t you scratch the itchy parts,
as scabs and

Categories: camps, africa, conflict, endurance,
Form: Sonnet

A Woman With Her Peas and Concentration Camps

And then all of a sudden I was in a mysterious world, 
A woman here shelling peas, for they have no rights to be wasted
Being ignored in her shop, they were two days older
She had more of the new arrivals but then she has got the power,
that to know both the peas were same inside

Categories: camps, love, world war ii,
Form: Free verse

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry

The Covid19 Camps

You all pray
for yourselves
ah now it matters
who, pray tell cares
about the children in camps
you empty prisons
yet fear  the little children
more than any virus
moral decay

Categories: camps, abuse, america, children, discrimination,
Form: Free verse

The Lover's Rendezvous

The Lover's Rendezvous 
  The wicked sense of a complete lack of control
   has always led mankind down roads nobody knows
   Until it unfolds
   Until the Devil takes hold
   Until the bodies get dumped in a hole
   and the shrieking grandmothers,
   whom

Categories: camps, 12th grade,
Form: I do not know?

Infiltration of Camps

Plants in camps can be very disguised. Allowing infiltration through buds, leaves and stem. If one is having a cup of tea with a dandelion watch for remarks made. It is going to be a vast national weeding project. The directional flow from those inner places are not a marvel or a blessing. Blessings are

Categories: camps, age,
Form: I do not know?