Mass Grave Poems - Poems about Mass Grave

...At the cradle of my nightmares, My future is a horror film, I track my ghosts, Like a junkie in withdrawal. I am a true clandestine calamity, A mass grave of silent suffering, A candelabra of p......

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...The mighty wind buffets And the trees cry bitter tears I try to hang on to my limb "Don't let go!" shutting my eyes to the debris I'm tor......

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...Mule minded  Plough, my mule a furrow in my name  the almond tree blossoms there will  be another furrow  in my name memories collect  spent bullets  in a mass grave  in pursuit of know......

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...Mauve sweetheart of mountains your petals pulse purple twilight and scatter small stars amongst scars, whilst wars rage on the world's dark stage and the stage disintegrates, becomes a mas......

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...a tomb you say domed and grand and cherubin temerity a mass grave of all of us but who still creeps around upstairs ......

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...I placed my head between my knees to have a good look at the trees beneath me; I held it there for some time and found that nature was divine. I saw the seeds springing from the earth and an army ......

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...I watched the shadows move and the curtain rise, and the moon suddenly appear from underneath the star lit skies, the clouds drift slowly and fade in the dark, and a bright light suddenly appeared ou......

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... I knew it was you all along, trying to compose a different song, I knew you were standing in the line when the bullets explode into the sky Everyone had to run for cover and hold onto what they......

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...I am still trying to process this thing, where on earth have you been? I am still trying to process this thing; you have paid double for your sins. You have gotten all the clues on how to fit a brand......

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...Sauntering into the pub from out of the fog the varnished wood paneling on the walls reflecting the amber light from the Edison bulbs in their Art Deco fixtures hanging overhead the air scented w......

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...Gene futility How can we look at a child and kill it, by using “it” we have distanced ourselves from the child they are no longer unique, but just an expendable extension of us. The intense lo......

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...In the heart of a war-torn country, A mass grave awaits to be filled. Piled high, the riddled cadavers, Of the many citizens killed. Their unrecognizable remains, Haunts those assigned to the......

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...On May 1, 1865, Charleston, South Carolina, Freed African Americans held a parade of 10,000 In honor of 257 dead Union soldiers, whose remains they had reburied from a mass grave in a Confeder......

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...Some summer night The summer night is hot you can see the flames of hell, acrid smoke and soot through the open window. In the interior of the house, a primal scream two wriggling bodies tr......

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...Letter to My Wife by Miklos Radnoti translated by Michael R. Burch A poem written during the Holocaust in Lager Heidenau, in the mountains above Zagubica, August-September, 1944 Deep down in ......

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