HOLOCAUST CONTEST--

I'm looking for strong, emotional poems related to the holocaust.

1st place- 9 r/c/c added to favotites
2nd place- 7 r/c/c
3rd place- 5 r/c/c
4th place- 3 r/c/c
5th place- 2 r/c/c
6th place- 1 r/c/c
7th place- rate one poem
Everybody who participates gets 1 r/c/c on the poem they entered.

Everything really depends on how many people actually will enter.

Titles:

Living Skeleton- Alyson (done)

Silent Screams-Fading Memories (done)

Haunted memories- B®�këN (done)

Six Pointed Star- Racheal ann (done)

Where is God?- NoniWang©(done)

Fighting Survivor- Racheal ann(done)

Desperate Plea-Racheal ann (done)

Anguished Screams-

Unbearable Agony-Meas Man(done)

Stripped-SingingInTheRain (done)

Why?-Making Memories With My Love (done)

Helpless Souls-Making Memories With My Lover(done)

Walking Corpses- Miss Pip(done)

Trapped in this Cage-Ashleigh Skye

Never Let Go- K.i.T.t.Y. (done)

A Jew till the end- Holy Hellcat 9 (done)

The ink on my skin- Ashleigh Skye (done)

Alone in this world-Teria ( done)

Last Words-Racheal(done)

Tormented Soul- Fading Memories(done)

Martyrdom-Wings Of Flames(done)

To Be Free-â?«BëløveÄ?â?« (done)

Closed after all titles are taken and entered.

Rules:
1. Must reserve a spot
2. Must choose a title

Happy Writing!

Hello..I have written a poem about the holocaust before..I would like to submit it here, but I see the rules ban old poems...so, let me know...If the rules are more like 'suggestions' hahaha ;)

i really want holocaust poems, but i'll reserve you for now, and i changed it, i'll take old poems.

Can I reserve Living Skeleton?

agh ok nevermind..i was going to take the title "Haunted Memories" but its taken...i don't think my poem will fit any of the others. Thanks anyway though!

I wrote one called Except The Ashes. I'll post it and I hope that it's okay

Except The Ashes
by ♥ Ciao

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

I'd like to do this... when's the deadline? and can i reserve Walking Corpses please?
xxx

reserve matrydom

Martyrdom

I see it in your eyes,
And the way the pain won't ease,
Your hate of my ways,
And for you I'll never please,

You can't take our brothers,
Forever in your sights,
You can take our bodies,
But our souls will haunt the nights,

Blood will shatter everyday,
As our luggage is taken too,
False hope for it's return,
As you beat us black and blue,

Murdering our faiths,
Slaughtering our eyes,
Ending our prefrences,
No one here shall ever die,

As the sun bleeds into the cloud,
As we start to wake,
Our brothers are not sleeping,
And your souls are what we take.

thank you for this contest, I actually went and researched some of the stuff they did. It's so wrong.

the poenms so far have been excellent

May I reserve 'To Be Free'? Thank you!

RESERVE WHERE IS GOD?

To Be Free (Triolet)

To be free
I can't help but wonder
What does it mean?
To be free
Where is God when you're in need?
As we seem to go under
To be free
I can't help but wonder

**A Triolet is a poetic form consisting of only 8 lines. Within a Triolet, the 1st, 4th, and 7th lines
repeat, and the 2nd and 8th lines do as well. The rhyme scheme is : ABaAabAB, capital
letters representing the repeated lines.

These are the remaining titles to choose from:

Life in the Camps-

The True Horrors-

Silent Screams-

Life as it was-

Ashes-

Six Pointed Star-

Fighting Survivor-

Desperate Plea-

Anguished Screams-

Excruciating Thoughts-

Unbearable Agony-

Stripped-

Why?-

Helpless Souls-

Trapped in this Cage-

Day 1-

Never Let Go-

A Jew till the end-

How could they?-

The ink on my skin-

Alone in this world-

Last Words-

Tormented Soul-

Nazi Hate-

Walking Corpses
Starvation and hunger is all to be seen
Disease and sickness will go untreated
Cells full of people, punished for what they are

A child cries in the distance
He's been taken from his mother
Too young to realise what's going on

Time drags on
the sun sets on another day of death
guards controll the camp

Another day ends
Exhausted children fall asleep
Only terror fills their dreams

As the new day dawns
We fear death is better than this
We are waiting, wishing for it
Nothing but walking corpses

xXx

Where is God?

When barbed wire fences tears our faces
or day and night seem much the same
The throne of Heaven, among many places
Is where we shall lay our blame

Can you not hear God, the passionate pleas
Or the neverending faith in which we give
Even near death we continue praying on knees
What have we done that you can't forgive

Another day God, I see the burning bodies
Women naked and children cold
The weather falling beneath normal degrees
as if a present you seem to behold

My face like a corpse is past what I was
I live like the clock, ticking meaninglessly
I've began to break all your loving laws
For who can survive without acting selfishly

Can you see as God, as we guard our food
as we ignore an old man tripping
Or when babies are thrown out completely nude
Or when we hear a bride cry from whipping

No God, you have fallen asleep, perhaps forever
If you cannot save in times of dire needs
Then perhaps you our God, was never, never
Even real to command holy deeds

Living Skeletons

Cadavarous faces
Sunken eyes
Worked to the bone
Lonely goodbyes

Skin stretched tight
Joints are shown
Pain is felt
They suffer aloe

Hitler captured them
All Jews must pay
If they work hard
They may get out one day

Locked in their coffins
Living skeletons they become
Lost in their misery
Can hurt be undone?

~Alyson

can I reserve A Jew till the end
I'll get started right away!

Can I reserve The Ink On My Skin, I'l try and get this done ASAP

thanx a lot

A Jew 'Til The End

Once when I was still in school
I heard an off-color joke
that began, "In a Jew, you'll find no friend
for he'll jew you in the end."

I have to admit, knew not back then
Exactly what my classmates meant
Until I began to notice the changes
Amongst their once genuine faces

Apparently there was something bad
Being everything I knew
And some strange prejudices
About the very word surrounding "Jew"

Then solidiers came in through the doorway
Marching down the hall
My cousins hid under the bed
I crept inside the wall

A crawlspace beside the washroom
Only I could fit inside
A place for childhood mischief
The only reason I survived

They already took my parents
After my parents moved me here
Now they take my second family
Within another year

Since then I have been working
For a man who's less than that description
But he fulfills my basic needs
Though his promises are fiction

He likes having me around
I perform what no one else will do
For less without complaint
At the expense of his abuse

"You would be nowhere without me,"
He reminds me once again
Calling me "his Jew" because
"A jew is a jew 'til the end."

One day I know he will betray me
When the offer is enough
So I pray for the strength of my father
When I desire to give up

If being a Jew is my only crime
With which they can convict me
I'll go on with my daily life
Praying for those that whipped me

For it is they whom are in the wrong
And for their crimes they will burn
Though I may not see it in my life
They'll get what they deserve

For we are the Chosen people
Whatever that phrase means
I was born with a zealous pride
To conquer suffering

For I know not why I must
Renounce my faith for them
I'll stand upon the gallows
A Jew until the end

The Ink On My Skin

Its been years since I was back there,
But the darkness is still very raw,
They burned away a part of my soul,
With everything I witnessed and saw.

They branded me like an animal,
Injecting their hate in my skin,
Stripping away my name and life,
Leaving only my thoughts within.

The loss of all human identity,
The smell of despair and death all around,
The torturous screams and horrendous cries,
rise straight up through the ground.

The human race was in shambles,
Friends and family all closing their eyes,
Leaving the needy in times of despair,
Humanity on the verge of demise.

Now the fighting is long since finished,
But the ink in my skin will forever stay,
A visual reminder of the way things were,
When humanity and compassion went astray.

by Ashleigh Skye

Everyone's poems are excellent!
Here are the remaining titles left:

Titles:

Life in the Camps-

The True Horrors-

Silent Screams-

Life as it was-

Ashes-

Fighting Survivor-

Desperate Plea-

Anguished Screams-

Excruciating Thoughts-

Unbearable Agony-

Stripped-

Why?-

Helpless Souls-

Trapped in this Cage-

Day 1-

Never Let Go-

How could they?-

Alone in this world-

Last Words-

Tormented Soul-

Nazi Hate-

The contest finishes when all titles are taken, so please hurry! =)

Happy writing!

if I were to write another poem for this contest would that be allowed? or would it lower my chances of winning?

its allowed

alrite thanx

I'll Do Silent Screams and if I can do another i'll also do Tormented Soul.

DONE WITH SILENT SCREAMS. ON MY PAGE

Titles Remaining:

Life in the Camps-

The True Horrors-

Life as it was-

Ashes-

Fighting Survivor-

Desperate Plea-

Anguished Screams-

Excruciating Thoughts-

Unbearable Agony-

Stripped-

Why?-

Helpless Souls-

Trapped in this Cage-

Day 1-

Never Let Go-

How could they?-

Alone in this world-

Last Words-

Nazi Hate-

The contest finishes when all titles are taken, so please hurry! =)

Happy writing!

fading memories please put your poem up here. thank you

SILENT SCREAMS

Women go right Men go left
Families are split
as if it was theft
Uncertain destiny beholds our hearts
The Nazi were trying
To rip their souls apart
Pits of fire
Burn everywhere
They know where they are going
So they really don't care
The smell of burnt flesh
Fills the air
Run run run with no breath
Men are shaved
Every inch of their body
Tattoed numbers
Make the skin cave
Women are now
In eternal slumber
Crackling fire
Burns within their soul
While Silent Screams
Fill the empty hole
Of sound

Awsome....keep them coming

REQUEST: NEVER LET GO

I don't know if this is what your looking for, but I tried. Let me know if it doesn't work.

Never Let Go

Laying in the room,
Of familiarity,
I whisper to my friend
To never let go.

Never let go
Of dreams,
Love,
And God.

Let go
Of insecurities,
Hatred,
And hurt.

We have been together
For far too long,
And no soldier,
Can rip us apart.

There is a wall,
Only we can pass through,
A wall that holds in friendship,
One that has never stop building.

The foundation has once,
Been nothing at all,
But our trust,
Has kept it growing.

I'll never let you leave,
From my heart,
From my side;
You are my best friend.

You have always
Been there for me,
Now it's my turn,
To comfort you.

Never let go
Of the ones you hold dear,
They are your stars,
And the ones that will keep you strong.

Stay by me,
And no one,
No one,
Will hurt you.

plz reserve me, "Stripped"

I wrote on called Risk. It's a holocaust poem. I was wondering if you could take a look at it. Please and Thnks.

Stripped

I came through the door
At the young age of five
Clutching my teddy bear
Scared, but alive

My layers of clothes,
My most pretty dress,
My own special hat,
My heart in my chest

Time ceased to move
The clock did go still
As the soldiers took me
Against my own will

"Anna! Oh, Anna!" cried mother and father
Lamb on slab of stone, my body their meat
Did they ever see their own kid up for slaughter?
Hitler the butcher, Nazis ready to eat

"Ow!" I cried out, I felt such a pain
They whipped me so hard, blood ran from my back
No one heard my voice in the falling rain
Nobody could help me, the Jews couldn't act

My beautiful, silky, waist-length brown hair
Was held up so high, scissors met
A clash, cut, snip, through the air
In the end, not one single inch was still left

And my clothes? Why, they told me
To take off my clothes in the other room
This was no time for modesty
My shirts, skirts, dress, and pantaloons

They fell to the floor, my body was bare
Someone opened the door,
The only thing I wore was surrounding air
My clothes lying on the floor

Ushered through black, wrought iron gates
I held my head proudly, an honored Jew
It was here I accepted my tiresome fate
The pain, I had not a clue

Here I was, stripped, back doused in pain
Nobody did care, we all were the same
Every day I would walk one step and faint
Educated doctors never came

Stripped of my life, my family name,
Meals once a week, of such distaste
Lice on my pillow, nowhere to bathe
Yet, stripped as I was, a Jew of such grace

kity could you please post it here? as well as everyone esle who participates, place your poem in this post.

You do know I wrote the poem Never Let Go, one of your titles. Well, here's the other Holocaust poem I wrote. If you don't mind, and have time, can you rrc them?

RISK

Sweat drizzles down my neck,
Blood oozes from my shoulder,
My temples throb;
Every bit of me aches.

I must stand up again,
She's counting on me,
They all are;
Her family.

I have gotten them this far,
I can't back down,
I am to persevere,
I swore I'd save her life.

Miles on end,
Rocks and roots,
Wriggle their way
In front of us.

Roots reach out,
Lash at our ankles,
CRASH- fallen,
I'm taken to the ground.

Jagged rocks,
I lay upon;
I must find strength,
To stand once more.

My dear, dear friend,
Reaches out,
Now it is her turn
To help.

I bear the pain,
Shooting through nerves,
Keeping me aware,
There is a life at stake.

BANG- guns,
They call for her once more,
So intimidating,
They growl.

I tiredly scurry,
Through the dark,
Leading the path,
To Freedom.

To her parents,
To my parents,
To her,
I promised safety.

She has always been,
My loyal friend,
My shoulder to lean on;
Now it is my turn.

Through the alley,
Through the gate,
Through the homes,
Of a Resistance friend.

Her destiny lays there,
Lays here,
On my pain stricken soul;
I must go on.

They will free her,
In a way I cannot,
They will guide her,
Whereas I am lost.

nm I had a question but I figured it out now

When are you going to judge?

when all titles are taken.