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Array ( [sid] => 156857 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => The Holocaust [time] => 2010-01-21 18:36:31 [hometext] => this poem is made about a kid going to be executed by the nazis [bodytext] => I want my mother
we were seperated from each other
she was taken behind the trees
told to get down on her knees
told to put her hands behind her head
i could hear a shot and i knew she was dead
i was now on my own
i was taken from my house and home
The SS said we were next to the shower
i didnt want to go but it was out of my power
I knew we were all going to die
A tear wells up in my sorrow filled eye
I look up as we near the shower
and beside this machine of death is a lonesome flower
a smile creeps on my face as i see this glimpse of hope
this small beautiful flower helps me cope
with the fact that i will soon see the light
my thought interrupted by the shower door sealing tight
I close my eyes as the shower begins
destroying oxygen making it thin
all around me people coughing and gasping
outside i hear the SS laughing
i have the worst feeling inside
as i realize theres almost no more time to bide
I fall on the ground
listening to my dying hearts last pounds
soon i tell myself i will see my mother
and again we will hold each other
as i breathe my last breath
and become embraced by death [comments] => 2 [counter] => 177 [topic] => 13 [informant] => Moss [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
The Holocaust

Contributed by Moss on Thursday, 21st January 2010 @ 06:36:31 PM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry



I want my mother
we were seperated from each other
she was taken behind the trees
told to get down on her knees
told to put her hands behind her head
i could hear a shot and i knew she was dead
i was now on my own
i was taken from my house and home
The SS said we were next to the shower
i didnt want to go but it was out of my power
I knew we were all going to die
A tear wells up in my sorrow filled eye
I look up as we near the shower
and beside this machine of death is a lonesome flower
a smile creeps on my face as i see this glimpse of hope
this small beautiful flower helps me cope
with the fact that i will soon see the light
my thought interrupted by the shower door sealing tight
I close my eyes as the shower begins
destroying oxygen making it thin
all around me people coughing and gasping
outside i hear the SS laughing
i have the worst feeling inside
as i realize theres almost no more time to bide
I fall on the ground
listening to my dying hearts last pounds
soon i tell myself i will see my mother
and again we will hold each other
as i breathe my last breath
and become embraced by death




Copyright © Moss ... [ 2010-01-21 18:36:31]
(Date/Time posted on site)





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Re: The Holocaust (User Rating: 1 )
by lesoleilnoire on Thursday, 21st January 2010 @ 09:25:00 PM AEST
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Very powerful. I am teaching the Holocaust right now in my school. You have painted a painfully moving picture here. You captured the emotion of suffering beautifully. The flower in the poem was an interesting touch for contrast. I look forward to reading more of your poetry.

Heidi


Re: The Holocaust (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Friday, 22nd January 2010 @ 12:15:31 AM AEST
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The pure evil of it never fades
through this passage one is made to feel like he is there
it's very well depicted and ironically beautiful
the optimism even in a time like this was alluring

-D.Truth




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