Open Poetry #5 |
Hiding from the Gestapo ( a Holocaust poem ) |
Nate Dogg Senior Member
since 1999-11-15
Posts 1658Georgia, Fulton |
This poem was on here a while ago. I had to revised the whole thing because, I thought that the poem had too much long lines. I hope y'll like it. Fear, best describes the feelings in here. Tears, are falling everywhere. It seems like we're down to our last cry because those Gestapo watch dogs, have a keen sense of smell and keen eyesight. We have been praying for eight hours now and our knees are very sore. But we're prepared to hold our ground, if anybody tries to break in the door. Our secret room is pitch-black dark. and our only source of light, is from a small crevice, in the wall. I picked up a Bible and started reciting some verses from St. Paul. We were terribly hungry and we had no money so, we're forced to eat, our toenails, our fingernails, swallow our saliva, and drink our urine. In no time, my mind has frailed. My family and I, are deeply sickened. Our only hope is to pray to the Holy One, in hopes of saving us from this horrible nightmare. Otherwise, I'm fixing to pull the trigger of my secret-loaded gun because now, I realize the true meaning of the phrase, "life ain't fair". Nathan |
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JOY 14 Senior Member
since 1999-09-22
Posts 1419Wisconsin USA |
I hadn't read this before you revised it, but this version really expresses well what people had to go through during the Holocaust. JOY |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
The imagary in this is a very powerful tool that seems very real--hurt me to read. In the dew of little things, the heart finds its morning and is refreshed. (ee cummings) |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Oh, Nathan ... you touched me. I cowered in whispers within the confines of your poem. Clung to the others crowded in here. Let my heart say the prayers, I couldn't say outloud. Offered others my tears to quench their thirst. Looked fear and death squarely in the eye ... and prayed again. My God finally heard our prayers. He took us home to be with Him ... before the gases from the chambers of death could snatch us from His hands. We cried our tears so that generations to come wouldn't have to. Oh, God ... have mercy. Help me to remember ... so they won't be forgotten. ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ [email protected] |
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Denise
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648 |
A very powerful, riveting poem, Nate. If have written well of a horror that should never be forgotten... Denise |
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whiskey
since 1999-12-28
Posts 1278Australia |
Nate, This is a very powerful piece the imagery is so real , I was sadended to read , very strong piece |
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tracie66 Member Elite
since 2000-01-18
Posts 4713Australia |
An intensely emotional piece... |
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Nate Dogg Senior Member
since 1999-11-15
Posts 1658Georgia, Fulton |
Thank you Joy for the nice comments. Thank you Martie for the nice comments. Thank you Marge for the lovely poem. Thank you Denise for the nice comments. Thank you Whiskey for the nice comments. Thank you Tracie for the nice comments. Nathan |
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