***(WWII Poems)***

what an interesting topic! i have to write one for school for a project so I would like to reserve a spot =] great idea!

♥ Ciao

Alrighty i have 2 prewritten holocaust poems. i hope they're okay.

#1 What happens

What happens when you’re all alone,
with no one there beside you?
What happens when no love remains,
and no one is there to guide you?

What happens when your fate is decided,
by someone you’ve never met?
What happens when the happy times,
Are the memories you forget?

What happens when innocence is shattered,
and wicked ways are aloud?
What happens when no one will help,
when no one is around?

What happens when the darkness,
is vindicated from the night?
What happens when is evil power,
modifies what is right?

Can they be old poems? or do they have to be new?

Running Through The Battlefield (Acrostic)
by Italian Stallion

Running through the battlefield
Until I die
Nothing can stop me
Nothing but a bullet to the eye
In the trench's I run
Noting the expressions of soldiers
Going through hell

The bodies that just lay
Having blood drip from them
Running the images through my head
Obedient ways of thought
Until I go insane
Going through the battlefield
Holding my riffle tight

Twirling bombs falling to the ground
Hoping it won't hit me
Embedded these images

Bonded till I die
At such a moment
The Private in front of me
Torn to pieces by a bomb
Left behind, nothing but torn flesh and bones
Embedded these images
Forever till the day I die
In such a feeling of friendship
Easy for others to talk about
Lord only knows, why I don't
Don't ever want to see those images again, never want to go through such pain again

© Copyright 2006 By: Italian Stallion

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Acrostic Poetry is where the first letter of each line spells a word, usually using the same words as in the title. Pretty straight forward, no rhyme scheme or syllable count.
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please reserve me!

thnx

I think I'll take a try at this!

Reserve me in!

Can I have a spot?

Thanks:D

i don't have a WWII poem exactly but this poem is based off of schinler's list and so here it is....if it is okay for the contest enjoy if not enjoy but don't judge it with your contest...so here it is.....

Their silent sleep
by Silhouette, of something unimaginable

The shot was heard
it came from you
they are like cattle
just kill them
without any feeling
you look at them like
they aren't human
why should the live
your are superior to them?
you're an animal
they have feelings
beliefs, a heart
you savage
how can you do this
the little children cry
mommies and daddies
killed before their eyes
now they are alone
in this world
to starve and die
one scholars
now bodies in a massive grave
in their silent sleep

Can I reserve a spot please?

3. Worldwar

Children playing
In the dust of a war.
Families are praying
for the second world so raw

The afterlife is her
no one had a clue
not even the seer
that safety away from us blew

to rebuild our world
will be an impossible job
cause all over us bodies are hurled.
and the rest on the ground in an soulless mob.

Children are playing
in the dust of a war
dammed we are, all are saying.
Cause our last soldier gave up with a roar.

Title: 3. Worldwar
By: Mark
Link: http://www.poems-and-quotes.com/sad/poems.php?id=796199

It's not quite about WW2, If you can't use this in your contest, then I am very sorry. But perhaps this poem is allowed, quite an old poem btw.
Thanks... Mark

I just finished it. Hope ya like it! =]

Except The Ashes

Tattered clothes, just a size too big or small
Families torn apart and into the pits, they fall
Concentration camps packed to the max
Paying with their lives is the tax

Large families reduced to just one
The mind going numb as thoughts come undone
Wondering and asking, “Why me?”
Begging…praying…“Let me be!”

Forced to work on jobs too hard
Living their lives in a cage that is barred
The frail bodies, always falling down
The SS constantly patrolling around

Wanting such a normal life, but it’s reduced to this
Desiring the family that they’re forced to miss
Desiring their life with many friends
Wishing that this horror would end

Struggling behind orders that should’ve never been spoken
The SS beating down on the lost and the broken
Wandering around aimlessly, no longer able to cry
Hoping and praying, and always asking “Why?”

Praying for the day when freedom would reign
A chance for a new life without the pain
Hoping for a day when they can finally cry
Wishing for a day when they can no longer ask why

Knowing somewhere, somehow, there’s a way
They still have a voice, even if they have nothing to say
Silenced by the terror of all that they have seen
Wishing that this living Hell was only just a dream

Walking there now, the silence, it screams
Hiding in the shadows are the things left unseen
Go into the museum and look past the glasses
Everything that remained, Except The Ashes

~Ciao

Can we enter two?

may I reserve? Thanks!
Charisma*

I Am Death

(written as if the gas chambers could actually talk)

I've watched many a man march down the path
Unknowing of his true destination
Thinking he'll take a refreshing shower,
But then meet his finalization.

I've heard the last minute prayers
Of the women and young children too.
They cry out in agonzing tones
As they know what I'll soon do.

It was horrible to watch them approach
And not be able to say a thing.
I knew what the outcome would be,
The bitter consequences it would bring.

And if I could have stopped the gas
I would have spared all their lives.
But men controlled my worst actions
And did worse than a thousand knives.

I've cradled lifeless bodies within
The sturdy structure I used to be.
I've looked upon men carrying them out.
It's nothing anyone should see.

I am a cause for broken families,
Missing grandfathers, mothers, and friends.
I am a hated remembrance of a time
That you truly can't comprehend.

By: Charisma*

count me in for a spot? :)

Fiery Slumber R.I.P.

The seventh of December
In Nineteen Forty-one
Grey wings o'er the horizon
From East the Rising Sun
While Paradise did slumber
They struck our shining Pearl
Brave souls taken unaware
As evil stole the world

Across the sea an ashen dawn
As Death controlled the land
Burning flesh, raining bombs
Sick minds and tortuous hands
God's chosen soon were numbered
Interred and then entombed
Their cries unheard in heaven
By fire they were consumed

From Midway to Wake Island
To Iwo Jima's shores
Bloody beach of Normandy
The Evil Empire roared
But righteousness and courage
Soon cast away the shroud
Ending terror's bloody reign
With deadly mushroom clouds

Auschwitz, Bergen-Belzen
Six million souls lament
Lessons from survivors
Lest we ever should forget
In infamy it lingers
Arizona's final sleep
In foreign lands the crosses stand
Forever rest in peace

three!!!!

Cmon!

-did i even enter this contest.. -ponders-

Ooh i did! and just so you know my screen name is Sociopathetic [Lauren] =[ lol

and my birthday is on monday. =]

i want to join.

reserve a spot.

The Waking Sleep.

Into the gully,
Pools of blood tremble,
Upon the crimson poppy's,
The puppets shall assemble,

"On, on, on!"
Calls the Sargent's tongue,
And they march unto death,
As the battle has begun,

Guns held in their arms,
Ammo on their backs,
Family in their heads and hearts,
And friends on the tracks,

Out in the open,
Heads cracked to start,
Blood splattered on each face,
And they're next to bow apart,

Poppy for each heart that's died,
A bed to let them rest,
A stone for a couple words,
And the priest speaks to be blessed,

"Ashes to ashes,
Dust to dust,
Open the gates to heaven,
And the hearts you must."

RESERVE ME!!!

Cry

The footsteps of my fathers,
stain red beneath our tears.
March onward till you wither,
Till days morph into years.

Even hope has lost its value,
When stared into the eyes.
And faith swept under darkness,
When Heaven itself dies.

The gunshots are like my bells,
Cold and hard at the sound.
So harsh my body shivers,
Along with the ashened ground.

Large mounds of previous friends--
seen as nothing but sad fate,
No love, no heart for memories,
or deathly faces await.

BUMP

RESERVES::

~Alexandra
~Beloved
~The world fell & you weren't there
~Astryd
~Tash
~Poonam

I dont think I can do this damn thing because for problem one, they never taught us about WWII, and if I dont know anything I cant write about it.

Sorry,

xx,
Khayden.

um, you can't email me. but you can leave me your message as a comment on my most recent poem so I'll see it...or just leave it in this contest page. Thanks! Can't wait to see the results!!!
Charisma*

I don't have PM, but you can just leave the results here...
or on my newest poem... whichever you prefer to do =]
~Ciao

Oh my goodness! WOW! My jaw literally dropped! Thank you so much! I mean, really! Wow!
*still jaw dropped*
Charisma*
P.S. If you could comment my most recent ten that'd be great!