Holocaust Poetry Poems

Our beautiful children are dying
In Africa, Europe, the Middle East
Asia, the Americas,
And in every projects where there is no peace.
Our black children are dying
For lack...

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Vogon is zgone signs nhow wonder as they wander ye
The ships have imploded, muted mouths misspoken be
Capturedra  are the humanity they look like cus
Just...

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I have heard all your excuses 
I have listened to all your pleas
It is time to pay the pipers 
With the sweet tears of your...

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This land of entitlement 
entertainment and enterprise 
lost burnt broken...despised 
skeletal structures reaching 
griping 
clutching 
scraping this infernal sky!

Arcane factories sit on horizons 
haunted like...

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My friend, don’t struggle so
Not much longer to go
No more working for the all-mighty buck
No more lusting after the…
Ahhh your dirty mind 
Will be the...

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Dream, dreams of empire
in realms vision scapes
an infinite fire…

Standing, casting away all thoughts 
onto the shores of a world afar 

As the Red Sea’s meet
in...

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 Gay adults use to be
Gay children.
  We grew up in our own 
Secret prison.

  Emotional torture by 
People that hate.
  We...

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Goodbye six pack hello* poetry scribes

My poetic side COSMOFUNNEL
wordsmith thanks tumblr in his noggin
ofttimes triggering babbling brook 
to swell after deluge
becoming stream of consciousness runnel
carving,...

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they shall fear this fury across the land
blazing bright the heavenly light of the savage crown 

all cower on the dusty, dank dominions of the...

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casting away all pieces and parts 
of an existence full of casual talk 
of board rooms full of rage
lost bodies in burning classrooms

full of philosophy...

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The bar door is ajar only fading voices
echo into the void, from nowhere...and afar!

Here n there, trash drifts
ghosts in flickering neon 

Broken floating bloated 
dead...

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In my empire of dust…
I sit on a throne built of ruined, rust 
I sit, n think about what has been lost

why do images come...

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Tangled in dark thoughts
ominous imagination 
n oiled parts 
dark arts
cryptic mechanization 

things strange insane deranged 
feeling it all slipping away
falling in & out of me
of...

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It doesn’t want to be blank,
It goes and stirs the hearts of men,
They arise to do its bidding,
It takes cognizant of these.

In it, time is...

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Along a quiet river to nowhere were styx lean like broken crosses. The wind is gentle with a sent of quite decay or is that...

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