Short Holocaust Poems

Short Holocaust Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Holocaust by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Holocaust by length and keyword.


The Habit Mind

The habit mind
Is the holocaust
Of technology automating
Rational enlightenment
For the slavery of time
And poverty of creation


The Lamp

What a lovely lamp,
not contemporary style,
from the good old days,
early Dachau I am told
it's very old, menschlich skin.
Form: Tanka

Premium Member Dead Babies


Dead Babies

You know where
silence is complicity
insidious war crimes
dance in this vile air
Holocaust encore

Heap of Soles

Apex of mute dreams,
Rise above abandoned floors:
Pyramid of shoes.


___________________________
Inspired by the Auschwitz Shoes
Form: Senryu

Premium Member White Invisible Tracks

Never to see her again
I looked down
Wine of bloods holo

Flowing from my hands
Unto the devils abode
Whitest of Pyrenees days


Leather Summit

A mountain of shoes,
Tower the valley of clothes:
Holocaust landscape.



___________________________
Inspired by the Auschwitz Shoes
Form: Senryu

Untitled #31 / Stop Staring

Stop staring! Holocaust survivors!
Oprah! Ann & Nancy Wilson!
Mother! Brother! Father! Friends!
Can’t you see I’m no longer a man?

Murdered Soles

The smell of leather,
Stirs the Auschwitz warehouses:
Leather reminders.


___________________________
Inspired by the Auschwitz Shoes
Form: Senryu

Premium Member The Price of Freedom

Palestine will be free when the Hamas terrorists 
                                                             ~ all have been seized
Form: Monoku

Premium Member Recondite

  
     arbitrary… random… 
        … deconstructed…
     … holocaust … whatever… 
       …disemboweled… 
           … desiccated
Form: Other

Premium Member White Invisible Trains Part1

Ice stiffened limbs
Reaching out
No saviors about

Snow flakes in the wind
I reached and reached and reached
Towards deaths cold hands

Arbeit Macht Frei

A victim of the Holocaust
Laments so many lives were lost
Their Christian friends
Can't make amends
Although they all have double-crossed
Form: Limerick

Premium Member The Mighty Forces of Nature

    And the mighty forces of Nature care not

    birds chirp, lambs frolic, breeze picks up

       ~ the revived embers of Auschwitz

Premium Member The Book Thief, Markus Zusak

ihr kampf

 
snowball in the face   warming them         mid-laugh ; 
                                                  pages in history burn
© Sneha Rv  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Monoku

Execution Plan

You and Police and execution Plan
Aren't you belong to the same Clan
Target killing and fake encounters
Ransom and extortion money
This is not funny..
© Abdul Abad  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Billboard Peace

Peace has a rebrand
a mogul makeover 
on bloodstained sand
where the loyal line up
for the real estate god
to turn over profit
and a people into sod.

Premium Member Pollution

There seems a lot of dirty faces
on Facebook
so make sure you bring a
Facecloth

Sadly
	ignorance
		can not
			be washed away



Maybe drowned?

Premium Member Holocaust

Whenever I'm feeling depressed 
in my world so very dark,
I think about the holocaust victims and survivors
and realize that my life is a walk in the park.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Evading the Horrors of the Holocaust

hidden not to elicit 
a trifle response
spiteful mordacious
shackled on a horde race

cartridge loiter about the ground 
wizened with years


4/3/2017
© Eve Roper  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member All My Loss

I have absolutely no right feeling so depressed because of all my loss,
at least not when you compare my losses with the victims and survivors of the holocaust.
Form: Rhyme

Holocaust

One Man
Once so close to his family
They are dead now
So close to his friends
They are also dead 
Caused by hate
Caused by discrimination
Caused by
One man

Premium Member Holocaust Exhaust

slab of smokey concrete sky
swirls like swarms of ashen hands 
reaching away from skeletal grief 
someone's suppressed tears dissolved 
~another's anguish ignited

Tcha Limberger, Now Belgian and Belonging

Spanish Violinist, living as Belgian,
Using the Italian for his collective nightmare:
The Ignored, Disposable Humans who make music
Even after the Nazis, "I Silenti"
© Anil Deo  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Bio

444

SSP Rao Anwar sab kia ap nay 
444 Fake Encounters kiye hain?
Agar kiye hain to phir ap 333 kay 
muqabalay mein 444 gang bana Lo..
Note.Corruption is the key to success.

Premium Member a team apocalypse meme

A nightmare but oh this “great” team
Loves making the suffering scream
There’s no place to hide
While those on this ride
Think they’ll resurrect Hitler’s dream
Form: Limerick

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