Holocaust Prose Poetry Poems
These Holocaust Prose Poetry poems are examples of Prose Poetry poems about Holocaust. These are the best examples of Prose Poetry Holocaust poems written by international poets.
analogy, anxiety, confusion, holocaust,
From 1998, I was born while my existence was pronounced a fluke
Evil twin, though an age gap, I sat myself flat after physical abuse
CONTEST POEM: 1984 or 2017
allegory, christian, desire, holocaust,
1984 or 2017 (For Contest)
I ran as far away as I could
It predicted we'd fail, that all would ...
We humans revolt against "ought" and "should."
Listening for FireStorms
absence, blessing, happiness, health,
Always respect this combination of fire and wind,
she tentatively said,
after having listened for healthy and pathological winds
regenerating and degenerating,
investing in and divesting of,
yeasty flames of...
Conflit Between Me And God
God you created this beautiful world
but it seems it is incomplete
I have never met you but
I believe you exist since stars twinkle
Wind blows, sun rises...
Night of Broken Glass
dedicated to the Victims of the Holocaust
Dark is the night
I hear your heartbeat
In the room there is no light
Fire in the night
I hear them marching
Of Daughters And Aborted Liberties
africa, allegory, analogy, bereavement,
Of Daughters and Aborted Liberties…
My ravished womb drips
precious blood of incestuous rape;
the ghosts of my daughters scream
from shared graves
I Survived Janjaweed Part 2
bereavement, death, death of
Hordes of screams sounded out all around and masses of slashed bloody villagers staggered into our village. Grownups started...
A Girl From Darfur
death, holocaust, horror, sad,
I can show you where the brimstone sun has no remorse,
and where devils on horseback, have burned our homes, have pillaged our farms.
A killing spree,...
I am surrounded by death’s
its unrelenting determination.
I cling to the nothingness
feel the emptiness of
the gnawing bite of hunger
analogy, bible, conflict, confusion,
Cast in stone and written in blood
Are the ideals of a lost nation?
Paving the returned ashes of the ancients
Their patience wore thin by the actions...
A Village Flood
Thunder storms raged forth in grandeur and the rain fell splashing in torrents,
The brook water levels rose and burst their banks flooding walk ways and...
Where I'm From
black african american, family,
I am from my daddy's drunken heart, beating so fast as though flung from a
furious circle of women who are welcoming the men back...