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Neelam May 17
Just when you thought that demons have been vanquished,

the new strain emerged from nowhere,

the monstrous reincarnation of the parasitic force

claiming more lives than ever.
They have brought me under the sky
No bed in hospital
I am dying
It's for the first time
Stars and moon
I amn't enjoying
They have brought me under the sky
No bed in hospital
I am dying
Breath isn't in
Breath isn't out
Give me oxygen
For me to survive
They have brought me under the sky
No bed in hospital
I am dying
Breath isn't in
Breath isn't out
Where's oxygen
Where's doctor
They had false hope
They had wrong notion
Once in the hospital
They would administer oxygen
Doctors would attend on me
I would be all right
Back home in a few days
Father's daughter
Mother's son
Would smile
Winning war against corona
They arrived
It's ordained otherwise
God of death
Pulling me out
My body I come out
I die in open air
Under the sky
Good bye, good bye!
Svetoslav May 4
Absorbing Sun's caring embrace
and the water's life,
the trees mix them into oxygen for the man,
for he has planted the seeds
which marked their beginning — organisms vital for wildlife and shelter.

The man now receives their appreciation
with the maturing of the fruit.
To eat it is honoring its purpose and time,
for it grew only for you, as a gift.
Earth's hospitality was never meant for granted,
but be returned to the cycle.

It spins like our planet in space,
around a warm core and a cold shell.
Stars there align to the call of energy
designed to dance in gray,
and to portray protons and electrons
in a chemical reaction,
beginning of the first light — pressed lighter igniting candles.
A gush of wind
Dust rose
From the ground
Eyes blinded
Suffocated  nose
Oxygen, Oxygen
I cried
Deep slumber
They woke up
We can't help you
You die!
Oxygen crisis in hospitals. Corona deaths.
Tahlia-rayne Apr 17
You gave me just enough oxygen to light myself on fire
julius Mar 29
staring at pictures of you
because i love your eyelashes
and your heavy eyes.
you look so sickly,
and tired,
but that's okay,
so am i.

we are magnetic stars
spiraling through the cold ocean of space.
colliding, my lungs fill with ink
joining frail hand in hand,
meeting softly,
sharing an oxygen tank.

our bedroom walls are the same,
our hearts: the same frame
your crooked teeth
and my awkward smile
almost— fit perfectly.
you aren't lily. but she disappeared a long time ago
Nought Mar 10
You were the fire,
A beautiful, glowing light,
And I was the oxygen.

You said,
You could not function without me,
But all that meant was,
You were using me,
Consuming me,
To glow forever brighter.
- Nought
Payton Feb 24
I want to become part of you the way the wind becomes oxygen
in your lungs, and the way you cannot breathe when you are without me.
I'm not sure that this is a poem but rather a pretty thought. It was written in 2016.
photovoltaic Feb 6
i used to breathe you in like the air i needed to survive
now that you've left, i never got used to breathing normal oxygen
so i put on this mask
to filter the air
so i can breathe independently
and muffle the sobs and screams in white fibrous fabric
that's why i wear that mask all the time.
i still miss you. you dont know who im talking about, trust me.
Look at me
How beautiful I am
lushes and so green
roots big and shiny
Now I am sad
I’m standing all alone
There were many more
I’m all that’s left over
Don’t hurt me  
you are hurting yourself
and this whole wide world.

Shell ✨🐚
Only a green life can save us
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