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#covid19 poems

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Multiple poems & songs2 Mother's Days / Came & went away / 2 Mother's Days

@jennifer-lynn-williams435

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Quarantine day 7When butterflies fall in love, do they feel humans in their stomach?

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The New NormalI feel the warmth of the sun on my skin, / Every time I leave home, / I feel the gentle breeze caressing my hair,

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DextroseNauubos na ang katas ng mga bulaklak sa hardin, / Gayundin ang mga dahong tila nagsasayawan sa bawat pagsipol ng hangin. / Unti-unting ring nanamlay ang mga iwinawagayway sa bawat pulong ipinagbigkis.

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Lockdown LessonsFingers tapping, one, two, three, / A slow rhythm drums in my chest. / The words on my screen blur and fade before me.

@lucy-schofield44

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TIWALAg (Departure)#06092021 / Ang damdamin ng poot at lambing / Ay mga mekanismong humahalo sa saya

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Apocalyptic Talk(the tics will talk 'til twelve o'clock) / When we make time, / When we listen:

@francie-lynch43

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frontliners; modern day heroesdespite the danger ahead of them, / they still choose to— / risk their lives to make sure others are breathing.

@sandymacacua15

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HumanityHumanity is isolated / Humanity is blind these days / Humanity depends on stories

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Poems about the CoronavirusPoems about the Coronavirus / yet another iffy coronavirus haiku #1 / by michael r. burch

@michael-r-burch456

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19 in quarantineThe *drip drip drip* of the Nespresso machine keeps me company. / I watch the brown pool rise and rise, filling my cup. / I take a sip, flinch unconsciously. It is bitter and scalding.

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Adirondack ChairsJigsaw puzzle of greenery, the trees / Nestle next to each in the / slicing sideways light of sunset.

@deborah-t-johnson112

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HAVE YOU SEEN MY BEARD?This question may seem weird / But have you seen my beard? / These nigh-on months it hides to my dismay

@william-clifton19

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N95What she saw stole her innate calm. / She could see from across the room that he was in trouble. A kid, stumbling towards her. Desperate for her. / Eyes wild with fear and fatigue. 14, 15, maybe he's 16?

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To Know or not to KnowTo know or not to know that is the question. I mean; I already know, I took it once. Yet that once was back before the continuous onset of diarrhea (which could have been caused by the accidental switch up of my stir fry or the unending pastries I filled myself with), before the sniffles and the sneezes (caused by the cold wearing a too thin jacket to the gym), before the exhaustion (wack sleep schedule). I knew before all of that. And even then, that know was a rapid test (but still a test) which could’ve been wrong. So, should I? Should I take it again? Or should I go about my day, and attend dance practice with none the wiser? / …still there? Hey, where’s she gone? / Oh, she’s at dance practice.

@CynicalStrawberry13

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RevivalLove, my safety / Faith, my wings / A quest for light through this

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Little Miss ‘RonaOne rose; another. / Just wait for the rain, no thorn / touching the other.

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Sleepless NightsImprisoned– / in drunken dreams of escape, / we wander in circles,

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When Air is HostileCome towards my Lord!

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no treatyNo treaty is negotiable with the eager viral assassin. / Doubt the truth of gossip. What's sadder than the unreasonable sucker? / Tribal outcries and worldly conceits are not impenetrable refuges.

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Buy and SellWhen love grows cold, we buy and sell / For we rather prostitute than despair / —the fighting spirit empowering the Beast—

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State Of AffairsState Of Affairs / Pandemic still isn’t over, / starting to think it might never end,

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"The Best Years of Your Life!" (Spoken word)Freshman year: / "Creepy-Crusty Freshman" / We thought we had it together,

@Whogivesafuck49

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Ode to MaskI used to get very annoyed with my mask / each day I’d implore, “Is it too much to ask - / that my glasses don’t steam up when I walk in a shop

@abrahampinhas34

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COVID-19, I am not alone.Cooped up in my humble abode and privacy unheard of before and now. / The friction of my shoes emerged to undesirable friction of my four walls. / Ratcheting up of worries about my future, I pondered when would this pandemic end.

@ofrosesandviolets20

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