The Holocaust

It's a poem based on the gas chambers during the holocaust from the perspective of an innocent little boy with his mother

"It's Snowing!

Mommy, it's snowing!"

But it doesn't snow

Indoors

"Mommy,

Why does the snow

Burn?"

She can't

Or won't answer

"Stop it, No!

 ... Why are we melting?"

Salt water

Pouring down every face
Is the hopeless

Response

 

 

"This isn't snow."
"Darling, it's not."

That's what she says
As her lips

Leave her face

 

Silence reins supreme

No more mommy

Or little boy

And no other

 Little boy

 Heeded
His many screams

Reviews

[Natasha Hull]

I had to double check, and make sure that I was still reading your poetry. This is an extreme jump from the few I have read. What a wonderful surprise! This poem is INTENSE! And having drawn this sort of imagery to express the sadness of the holocaust...is genius!

[Emily Dickinson Jr.]

yup it's all me :-) this one is more recent I wrote it three years ago when I was a freshman. I wrote it during history class while watching the movie the boy in striped pajamas. absolutely heartbreaking movie. have you seen it?

[Bare trees]

Many brought their bibles into the chambers.

Very sad.

[Alfred Kukitz]

The elements that brought this horror together seem fantastically unreal. The poetry makes it all the more deeply disturbing.

Regards,
Al

[Levi Levin]

A reminder of the horrors of those days. Great work!

[Emily Dickinson Jr.]

thank you mr.levi!

[Levi Levin]

Your welcome!

[Eric Pudalov]

This is quite horrifying (and extremely sad, of course). But it's very well done - I like how you were able to express this in so few words. Sometimes the simplest of poetry can be the most profound.

I came upon this poem because I searched for "Holocaust"; I'm working on a poem with a similar theme, and you've provided some great inspiration! Thank you!

[Emily Dickinson Jr.]

I'm glad I could help :-)

[Tom]

Man's inhumanity unto his fellow man beggars belief !

Disturbing, but brave of you to write such a creative poem on such an emotive topic ! Kudos to you !!

[Cyndi Goodgame]

Chilling. I went to the WW II museum this summer in New Orleans. The have a simulation gas chamber. Once again, chilling to the bone.

[Nix]

Quite a captivating poem. Not something that you understand completely directly after reading it. One that keeps you thinking, and that's the best kind. Well written.

[Balkaran Sidhu]

thats pretty interseting...would take me years to write something like this :)

[Trigorin]

Not bad, and more than a little dark, but I think you've managed to hit all the right notes with this piece, and you've definitely gotten your message across. Well done.

[Emily Dickinson Jr.]

Thanx :-). Glad you appreciate it

[Acer]

Another great poem, made an impact on me indeed.

[Emily Dickinson Jr.]

Thanx :-) I try to leave a lasting impression

[Acer]

I don't know what to say, but i loved here few lines...wait, not few lines many lines...no no...wait, i loved your complete poem with a dominant words indeed, again i think it's a new flash,
"It's Snowing! Mommy, it's snowing!"
But it doesn't snow indoors

"Mommy, why does the snow burn?"
She can't or won't answer

"Stop it, No! ... Why are we melting?"
Salt water pouring down every face
Is the hopeless response


"This isn't snow."
"Darling, it's not."

That's what she says
As her lips leave her face

Silence reins supreme
No more mommy or little boy
And no other little boy heeded
His many screams
full poem i loved...very nice, you got some extra talent i think.

[Emily Dickinson Jr.]

Lol Thanx so much! Ur gna make me blush seriously! I wrote it when I was a freshman

[Acer]

I said truth, what i saw, what i felt, you deserve that blush on your pretty face. I loved your writing's. You're a writer...not a writer, you're a nice poetrer...

[Emily Dickinson Jr.]

Lol well I just like it :-)

[Acer]

Nice;-'))