Poems about a Pandemic
#pandemic
Poems about a pandemic, including coronavirus (covid-19). Poetry about an epidemic of a disease, and the effect it has on society. Poems about the best and worst of human nature, and the fragility of our species, when a pandemic emerges. Also poetry about how the science and health care community, and governments, respond to pandemics.
Strangeways_Rob
Poem Published
13th May 2021 10:04pm
13th May 2021 10:04pm
'in the midst of life we are in debt' etc etc
The skies are everything.
Constellation of branches
Mark the dialling suns that pass.
Severely, spokes of Ashoka Chakra
Break & scatter along Chembra Peak
As Vishnu’s ribs ripped by
Cro-magnon butcher.
Meadow scarecrows
Unfurl hands downwards
As sunflowers spiral
Against breath of death.
Darling, I must whisper this:
Words are laid out against white sky
Banked on the porous pile of rocks.
At the river’s jaw, eyelids creak open,
In craters of corpse-hollows
...
Constellation of branches
Mark the dialling suns that pass.
Severely, spokes of Ashoka Chakra
Break & scatter along Chembra Peak
As Vishnu’s ribs ripped by
Cro-magnon butcher.
Meadow scarecrows
Unfurl hands downwards
As sunflowers spiral
Against breath of death.
Darling, I must whisper this:
Words are laid out against white sky
Banked on the porous pile of rocks.
At the river’s jaw, eyelids creak open,
In craters of corpse-hollows
...
#love
#death
#universe
#nature
#pandemic
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PoetsRevenge
Poem Published
13th May 2021 6:16am
13th May 2021 6:16am
Vaxed
I
Needle me with words,
vaccinate my dreams.
Show me different worlds
where everyone has been.
I’m no subject waiting
for your exotic reams;
I’m no pretext waiting
for some curative scheme.
Vaxed to be the first
vaxed to be the last.
Holding on is best,
keeping up so fast;
rolling on a drumbeat,
tapping on this vein.
Giving up I hear the chant
heading toward insane.
II
Vaxing me, vaxing you;
tell the world what it should do.
Selling the gold of fools
to buyers of...
Needle me with words,
vaccinate my dreams.
Show me different worlds
where everyone has been.
I’m no subject waiting
for your exotic reams;
I’m no pretext waiting
for some curative scheme.
Vaxed to be the first
vaxed to be the last.
Holding on is best,
keeping up so fast;
rolling on a drumbeat,
tapping on this vein.
Giving up I hear the chant
heading toward insane.
II
Vaxing me, vaxing you;
tell the world what it should do.
Selling the gold of fools
to buyers of...
#LifeStruggles
#pandemic
#NaPoWriMo2021
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summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
12th May 2021 4:31pm
12th May 2021 4:31pm
~The Deafening Death Knell Continues...
Viz:: Death Knell
#love
#hope
#death
#faith
#pandemic
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2 Comments
summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
12th May 2021 3:45pm
12th May 2021 3:45pm
‘0’ ppm memory armies.. of an invalidish resurgence
pure breezing midnight airs
feels a fresh lease of chillaxing
generous waving in curvy turns
of a gracing unasked heaven
in its outpour ozone stream..
that’s now in a domineering
chemical infiltration.. from the many
ghostly demarcating white danger
zones zeroing in :: knifing in
pungent chlorine, the so~ pandemic
repellent airs.. from the panicky
knocking in, the affected
neighborhood adjacencies
more acrid than this
is the sinking in lumpsome
difficulty.. those
read words of a broken...
feels a fresh lease of chillaxing
generous waving in curvy turns
of a gracing unasked heaven
in its outpour ozone stream..
that’s now in a domineering
chemical infiltration.. from the many
ghostly demarcating white danger
zones zeroing in :: knifing in
pungent chlorine, the so~ pandemic
repellent airs.. from the panicky
knocking in, the affected
neighborhood adjacencies
more acrid than this
is the sinking in lumpsome
difficulty.. those
read words of a broken...
#love
#relationships
#faith
#memories
#pandemic
72 reads
6 Comments
Em-ily
Poem Published
11th May 2021 4:32am
11th May 2021 4:32am
66 Emily Salt (19 August 2020)
2020 was...a year. Visual poem
Male 2 Moi? Breath Yes I am human
I'm a transgender woman in my life. It is confusing. He
is an impostor
And I loved the lover. Ever since I raised my hands and talked to hell with hell, I have not touched or touched anyone else.
The idea of trying to be
I take hormones
that was 22 tears ago.
I wish someone would
touch me - [Mich I knew what was in this "new" transgender
body.] It's true, my life has become a valley
...
Male 2 Moi? Breath Yes I am human
I'm a transgender woman in my life. It is confusing. He
is an impostor
And I loved the lover. Ever since I raised my hands and talked to hell with hell, I have not touched or touched anyone else.
The idea of trying to be
I take hormones
that was 22 tears ago.
I wish someone would
touch me - [Mich I knew what was in this "new" transgender
body.] It's true, my life has become a valley
...
#pandemic
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Tenderloin
Poem Published
11th May 2021 1:47am
11th May 2021 1:47am
The Myth Of Priority And The Abundance Of Greed
They corral us into a cluster
again - the echoes of the hypocrisy
"your health and safety is our top priority"
I would classify it as a gathering of more than ten,
but this is business and the rules are looser
when it involves greed and the economy
The puppeteer of the organization,
pulls down his mask
He is a peppy man, mid-seventies
with an explosive temper,
flanked by his eight trusted managers
who are at the worship of his every word
He has closed his doors, when mandated
but this place is a...
again - the echoes of the hypocrisy
"your health and safety is our top priority"
I would classify it as a gathering of more than ten,
but this is business and the rules are looser
when it involves greed and the economy
The puppeteer of the organization,
pulls down his mask
He is a peppy man, mid-seventies
with an explosive temper,
flanked by his eight trusted managers
who are at the worship of his every word
He has closed his doors, when mandated
but this place is a...
#lies
#greed
#hypocrisy
#manipulation
#pandemic
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3 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
11th May 2021 1:23am
11th May 2021 1:23am
fust
the second hand bookshops
I have loved have been closed for
so long that I fear they may only reopen to clean out the dust
I have loved have been closed for
so long that I fear they may only reopen to clean out the dust
#pandemic
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4 Comments
PoetSpeak
Poem Published
8th May 2021 11:52am
8th May 2021 11:52am
2nd Vaccine
Getting her 2nd vaccine today
Later on she'll be sleepy
Good time to molest her
She likes that
Later on she'll be sleepy
Good time to molest her
She likes that
#lust
#dirty
#pandemic
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19 Comments
summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
8th May 2021 11:07am
8th May 2021 11:07am
~love freefalls a rebirth rain.. over viral mindweight deathrigours
1.
:: heady plays in shades of grey ::
circuitous pensive pain moonveins
beep alarmingly electric.. all over
the weighing down circumference
splices each hammering down loci
as one manacling umbilicate tangle
this . spitting heavyheadedness
[a whining wooden rounded up chunk
in the becoming :: unbecomingness
to vagabond splintering' brokenness
dusts- churning loud thoroughbreds-
of diminutive deforested clinical nothings
to dugout clusters of pregnant memories
pressed...
:: heady plays in shades of grey ::
circuitous pensive pain moonveins
beep alarmingly electric.. all over
the weighing down circumference
splices each hammering down loci
as one manacling umbilicate tangle
this . spitting heavyheadedness
[a whining wooden rounded up chunk
in the becoming :: unbecomingness
to vagabond splintering' brokenness
dusts- churning loud thoroughbreds-
of diminutive deforested clinical nothings
to dugout clusters of pregnant memories
pressed...
#love
#hope
#death
#faith
#pandemic
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6 Comments
Obsidian-Wings
Poem Published
4th May 2021 1:35am
4th May 2021 1:35am
I Wish Against The Tides
I want to hold your hand
As we walk down the lane
It would be so grand
If we kissed in the rain.
Let's go see a moving picture
And escape life’s monotony.
Escape through a fissure
We’ve made with each other’s company.
We could go to the park
And play hide-and-seek.
And before it gets dark,
We’ll watch the sun hide its cheek.
We could go for a drive
To no specific destination
Talk over things we contrive
Enjoying pleasant conversation(s).
I could ramble for hours on the things we could do, ...
As we walk down the lane
It would be so grand
If we kissed in the rain.
Let's go see a moving picture
And escape life’s monotony.
Escape through a fissure
We’ve made with each other’s company.
We could go to the park
And play hide-and-seek.
And before it gets dark,
We’ll watch the sun hide its cheek.
We could go for a drive
To no specific destination
Talk over things we contrive
Enjoying pleasant conversation(s).
I could ramble for hours on the things we could do, ...
#sadness
#love
#heartbroken #pandemic
#heartbroken #pandemic
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1 Comment
Kinkpoet
Poem Published
3rd May 2021 10:33pm
3rd May 2021 10:33pm
Isolate Or Die
natures edge player
viruses that can mutate
better isolate
viruses that can mutate
better isolate
#BDSM
#senryu
#fear #pandemic
#fear #pandemic
41 reads
3 Comments
summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
3rd May 2021 10:07pm
3rd May 2021 10:07pm
'O' 2
viz :: 'O' 2
#love
#death
#apocalypse
#poverty
#pandemic
88 reads
4 Comments
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