She walked among the bramble,
Glancing back at her mother once or twice.
Stumbling on her one way destination,
Infected with rat sized lice
She listened to their routine commands
Unfazed by the life forms imprisoned to the ground,
And vulgar openings of ghastly trenches.
The silence of the Jewish dolls she had found.
Six feet under,
Their eyes stared above the dingy cotton balls.
Unblinking and signaling God;
Blues and greens glazed like those of porcelain dolls.
She follows their glassy eyes to the sun,
Searching for a tear drop in the sky.
For Him to reply their prayers with pity,
And revenge to see their murders die...
Another lie...
Urgent whispers to her loved ones,
Told to scatter at the sound of the guns.
The river below is their last will to live,
Or else drown with blood in their lungs.
Browning grass pricks dry under blistered feet,
As they pile to a halt in line.
Many translated the Nazi faces,
Starring blankly for a sympathetic sign.
None found, only critical leers,
The girl's exhaust must have shown a Jewess conclusion.
The black soot rim of her lids,
And honey toned sadness can't be a disillusion.
A steady man first fell, his rags fluttered, hushing a deadly conversation.
A fresh widows scream is stolen by the turn of a revolver, killing a generation.
Worry panics to overload and pleas for safety turn to tears.
Gulping down her mother's death wish and shadowing her fears.
She tightens her lashes and sighs a last 'I love you',
Counting to three.
Dashing through the corpses, zig-zagging between the bullets,
Trying hard to see.
She takes a final stride
And her knees collapse into the ravine.
Then she half-crawls, half-drags her body
Into the trunk of a tree.
Peeping out of a hole at the last of her family,
She watches her mother's pigment drain so beautifully.
Solemnly, she sees the silver flash knock her straight between the eyes.
She steals minutes to fly with grace, like a dead dove in the skies.
Ever will the child's mind
Regret the day she saw the angels fall.
With eyes that glowed of our lord and sun;
The eyes of a porcelain doll.
Glancing back at her mother once or twice.
Stumbling on her one way destination,
Infected with rat sized lice
She listened to their routine commands
Unfazed by the life forms imprisoned to the ground,
And vulgar openings of ghastly trenches.
The silence of the Jewish dolls she had found.
Six feet under,
Their eyes stared above the dingy cotton balls.
Unblinking and signaling God;
Blues and greens glazed like those of porcelain dolls.
She follows their glassy eyes to the sun,
Searching for a tear drop in the sky.
For Him to reply their prayers with pity,
And revenge to see their murders die...
Another lie...
Urgent whispers to her loved ones,
Told to scatter at the sound of the guns.
The river below is their last will to live,
Or else drown with blood in their lungs.
Browning grass pricks dry under blistered feet,
As they pile to a halt in line.
Many translated the Nazi faces,
Starring blankly for a sympathetic sign.
None found, only critical leers,
The girl's exhaust must have shown a Jewess conclusion.
The black soot rim of her lids,
And honey toned sadness can't be a disillusion.
A steady man first fell, his rags fluttered, hushing a deadly conversation.
A fresh widows scream is stolen by the turn of a revolver, killing a generation.
Worry panics to overload and pleas for safety turn to tears.
Gulping down her mother's death wish and shadowing her fears.
She tightens her lashes and sighs a last 'I love you',
Counting to three.
Dashing through the corpses, zig-zagging between the bullets,
Trying hard to see.
She takes a final stride
And her knees collapse into the ravine.
Then she half-crawls, half-drags her body
Into the trunk of a tree.
Peeping out of a hole at the last of her family,
She watches her mother's pigment drain so beautifully.
Solemnly, she sees the silver flash knock her straight between the eyes.
She steals minutes to fly with grace, like a dead dove in the skies.
Ever will the child's mind
Regret the day she saw the angels fall.
With eyes that glowed of our lord and sun;
The eyes of a porcelain doll.
Author notes
*Dedicated to the children of the Holocaust (God bless your souls)*
Written May 16th, 2004
A contest entry
- Allpoetry Friends Group Only Contest by .
302 points, ended September 20, 2004, 7 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
What did you think
Comments
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Heartwrenching
This poem is truly incredible.From the first to the last the line.Its power is like heartwrenching.I could see it all happening and my heart was breaking and I would of broken into tears if there wasn't lack of sleep involved right now.The words though and the imagery just amaze me.Your words weaved the tragic story of what happened too often back then.Family being killed at the sake of hatred something which is so wrong.This poem floored me.Blessed Be,Tom -
I hate to be such a downer, but I didn't like the use of rhyme here. I think the imagery is pretty good, I just read a graphic novel (fictitious though) about Auschwitz and this reminded me of that. I'm not so sure I like rhyme in very deep, dark pieces. But that's just me. That is no reflection on this piece, you obviously touched a lot of people with it. Congrats on the gold, I thought the symbolism of the porcelain dolls was great.
This is a powerful piece indeed, but I just thought the rhyme kind of took away from its impact. Hey, you can't please everybody all the time, now can you?
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Excellent
Many congratulations on this wonderful piece
The trophy was well deserved
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Absolutely astounding piece of writing both in a technical sense and subject matter. Congratulations on winning the first AllPoetry Friends Contest, Very well deserved
Kat xxx -
WOW.. that was...amazing but that doesn't seem to do justice in stating how excellent this poem is. I mean seriously this was a wonderful piece and it shows true talent. Awesome write and good luck although i don't think you'll need it
*~Rosey~*
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Very good poem, awesome imagery..The rat sized lice was pretty harsh, lol.
But I wanted to point out some things, since no one else ever seems to, lol
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'For Him to reply their prayers with pity,
And revenge to see their murders die...'
Im pretty sure that should be murderers, and uh
'Many translated the Nazi faces,
Starring blankly for a sympathetic sign.'
That should be staring
I also agree with Sephiroth on that stanza, its the only weak spot in the whole thing.
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From what I've read about the holocaust and what many children and people went through during this cruel genocide, this certainly expresses the feeling and horror they endured. It's sad really, children saw parents and siblings die, vice versa, so many people gassed, shot...it's just still a shock that a human being could do this to another without so much as a sign of remorse...indeed an excellent written poem. Good luck in the contest.
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Excellent
So very graphic in its telling.... The holocaust will remain with us forever in it's ability to remind us of the sins of man. Thank you for submitting this excellent piece of work to the contest
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Wow..I am blown away by this piece. It is so deep..reflecting upon such a horrible time. I think the porcelain doll is very symbolic..I love the way you wrote this. It is a real eye opener! You have a very good talent..I am at a loss for words.
absolutely wonderful piece!
I think you should add this to our group Reading list..if you go to
www.allpoetry.com/group/439 and click on Reading..its somewhere in there
Wonderful Write!
Best of luck in this contest, my friend!
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nice i would suggest a darker red though it was a bit hard to read
-lacer
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extremely powerful
This sent shivers down my spine when I read it, especially the last piece. It is true, about the dolls eyes, my mom always said she hated dolls because they reminded her of dead babies... a pity we can't just fix the people like we can a much loved doll. I think the only line I didn't really understand was "The girl's exhaust must have shown a Jewess conclusion." this is the only stanza where I feel this line was written only to get a rhyme, because the accompanying line is very powerful and beautiful. All in all I'd say this is although a very sad, also a very touching and extremely harsh write, showing the reality of what was for the Jews at that point a very regular occurence.
Rebecca
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holy shit.
that was... effective as hell. My heart is struck and im cold and shivering, i mean... goddamn. The silver... was she killed?
she isnt dead is she?
oh i hope not.... goddamn.
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Trish -
Thanks for entering my contest... Good luck!!! I'll make meaningful comments when I judge the poems... I'm just thanking everybody for entering...
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This is a striking piece. A touch of the true nature of the beast that confronted the world. Nazi were one of the most horrible stains of all mankind. I would personally like to thank you for writing this and for entering. You've captured the moment, and expressed the horror of it.
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Wow! This is the first piece I think I have read about the holocaust. The imagery here is frightening and I am sure very realistic. There was so much sadness and devastation. You have written this very well. Thank you for sharing it. Good luck in the contest.
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