Amelia Liebreich


I am 15 years old and I still consider myself 
an amateur poet.  My first published poem "A 
Trip Towards Eternity" will be featured in 
Tides of Memories(ISBN#1-58235-565-7),
and Memories of Tomorrow(ISBN#1-528235-162-7) 
sometime this upcoming spring.  They can be 
purchased at www.poetry.com.   I hope you look for 
them!  I write about the Holocaust partly 
because my dad is Jewish, and while he was not 
in the Holocaust my ancestors probably were. I 
feel srongly about the Holocaust and hope it 
never happens again.  My poem "A Trip Towards 
Eternity" is my way of expressing my curiosity 
about eternity.  I've always wondered what 
happens after you die - I mean you live, you die, 
and then what happens?  My email address is 
ARL7123@aol.com.  I look forward to the 
comments.   Thank you!
 



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Shooting up like rockets
as the fans axiously await for the moment of awe to begin.
BOOM!!...Popping, Rumbling, Crackling.
Magnifcent whirls of color swirling high above.
The "oohs" and "ahs" of the crowd
as the light up the dark sky.
As the Grand Finale ends, the excitement dies down.
The thrill is over.
Nothing left but a trail of dust floating in the dark night.
The sky is peaceful once again.


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Forced to the chambers
screaming, gagging, choking Jews 
Their struggle over

"What was the Holocaust?"
An Inhumane Act 
of horror and dismay 
When Hitler took power
the Jews went away
to terrorizing camps
of numerous deaths 
where life was work
and death was rest

Those who remember,
remember it well 
Hitler's words and actions,
his devilish hell
Survivors today hold
pain and regret.
That was the Holocaust,
WE MUST NOT FORGET

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"A Trip Towards Eternity"


Time is precious
It fades beneath the sand
I reach to grab it
It takes me by the hand 
We fly away 
Past the tropical oceans and seas
To a heavenly hide away 
A wonderful dream

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Just a lie


You said you'd never 
hurt me, but that was just a lie.
Unwanted pain inside me, I wish it would die.

Do you not cease my scarred hands?
Do you feel no shame? No guilt? No pain?

If you love me so much then why do yell?
Why don't you stop? Do you enjoy making lives a stressful hell?

I'll never forget the things you have done.
You've scarred me for life. You've kept me from fun.

I want you to  leave and go far away.
Then hopefully my fear will disappear someday.

As long as I live I won't understand.
In your life, why is anger such a demand?

You said you would change, but that was just a lie.
Years have passed and I still cry.

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delicate white flakes 
shimmering in the moonlight
a snow has fallen


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