Holocaust Poetry & Art

Where the Smoke Goes

Pitch Dark
Opened Gates
Roaring Screams
Barking Dogs
Blows to heads

Everything was so fast.
The strong stay here.
The weak were gone in a blast,
Will I too disappear?

Without a father,
without a mother,
I must take care of my brother,
but death took one after another.

I got water.
He got gas.
It was the blotter,
and we were the ink.

Red Sky
Smoke-filled air
Smell of burning flesh

Parents,
Husbands,
Wifes,
Friends,
Chidren,
Families,
Going up the chimney.
The biggest funeral in history.

Bright light
Opened gates
Roaring laughs
Peaceful eyes
Rest to the heads

blue sky
love-filled air
smell of heaven.

Parents,
Husbands,
Wifes,
Friends,
Chidren,
Families,
Sitting up in the clouds.
The biggest reunion in history.

By: Jennifer Ahumada

I'm a Survivor

Story of Alice Lok Cahana
By Alexis Perez

Gas chamber,
A place meant for people
To die.
To be killed.

Allies, coming closer.
And closer.
We had to march
And march and march
I no longer could take it
I escaped the evil .

I ran to my freedom
To be saved.
I'm here
I'm saved.

I am caught.
I am captured.
I am tossed into a hell.
Into a place where
People are prisoners,
And are sent to rot.

Bergen-Belsen
Hell on earth.
Bodies
Scattered around,
No place to step.
People,
Begging
All they need is water.

Gas chambers,
And Bergen-Belson
Places where
people died.
But I survived.

I'm okay
By Vivian G
Made for Helen Lebowitz Goldkind

Small towns
With small people
Relatives are
All around Here

Never saw it coming
Seven children
All innocent and
Plastic

Shoes were our home
They're coming
I hear them
Their hard soles,
Their hard souls

One suitcase
One place
Go to the right
Go to the left
Don't look back

Burning skin
Yellow mist
Big explosions
Everything's in motion

I'm safe
I'm sick
I can't go back
I don't regret

I'm okay

Helen Lebowitz Goldkind was a young Jewish girl who was captured by Nazis.
She was taken to Auschwitz and while everyone but her sister and her were to be killed, her and her sister survived.
They went to go work in a factory and were later saved.

By: Gabe Cuate

The dead were never carried out
Hell on earth
Innocent crying
Innocent dying

I left.. Well almost
I got caught with my sister and another inmate
I was suppose to be dead..
Gas chambers were suppose to take me, but not if there was a malfunction

My sister was sent to a hospital
Where'd she go?
What'd had happen to her?
"Mercy!" People cried

You were crying
You just couldn't escape it
Why? Why is this happening to us?
Pray I say pray

I have a plan
My sister, I haven't seen her..
But after the war..
I immigrated to the United States.. I was free.. Finally

Poem

It was hell
Walking over the rotting bodies
The ones that had no chance of a future

Is this where I'll be?
Have I finally seen hell?
I could only imagine the worst
I could only visualize the way these people died.
Hopeless

Bergen Belsen was the place you can't imagine in your nightmares
Because it's too terrifying to dream
You aren't walking on clouds and counting sheep
Instead it's as if you are walking on bones and counting bodies

People are desperate
Desperate for water
Desperate for just one more day to live
You're begging for your life hoping that someone
Anyone, will finally stick up for you so you won't have to beg anymore!

Day and night your eyes begin to swell from the tears
It's as if this life that you're living is a maze that you can't escape because no matter how many routes you take you realize that there is no way out!
"Mercy!"
It was hell

By: Tatiana Nungaray

Jew, a simple word,
No one had a clue.
I wish no person the terror I go through,
Pulled from my home, JEW!

Rounded like cattle,
Following the steps of death's shadow.
Pushed into a dark room,
All you could feel is doom.

It all began with one mans despair,
Hitler and his stupid hair.
All because he didn't care,
He blamed the Jews,
because he was treated unfair.

The air smelled thick,
It made me quite sick.
Tall chambers some made of brick,
Had red smoke coming out of
the chimney stick.

When my hunger cry's,
I cover my eyes
And wish I'd be the next,
who dies.

Escape was a dream,
I began to fiend.
Missing my family I have not seen,
God what a horrible scene.

Little did I know God did see,
The terrible things done to me.
He granted my wish,
And set me free .

By: Alejandra Perez