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#pandemic poems

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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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' SiwaLaT 'ang kaakit-akit / mong bating- / pangwakas

@TanglawatPanglaw55

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Ebola, the 60% protocolFear too is an epidemic, it stretches out like / An incubation period for a kind of doom / Population control, whispered a silent elite

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Ebola in MotionThe bleeding has no bias / From the Congo to Dallas / The days of waiting, the Fever-soar

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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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corona virus poemsCorona Virus Poems / Index / The virus from hell is amused

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

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Day 1Morning: / The sky is Blue, / But don't feel like that too.

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Who Are They?They are so much cunning and cruel / Yet they possess, intelligence and smartness / Yes, they are filled with over confidence

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ConfessionForgive me Father for we were too blind to lead our hearts, misled by our fragile thoughts and irreconcilable differences. / Forgive me Father for the misinterpretation created in in my head by dilemma and submerged in trauma; / I was blind to trust and numb to disregard our own fresh wounds rubbed in salts in guise of words.

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The Big Apple Meets EbolaEbola has my name on it, the Doctor / Who came back with Ebola / In New York, yes you heard me right

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FRONT-LINERSଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭ ̀ˋ / Fighters in midst of war, / A war without guns and bombs so far,

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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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it's been a whilehumanity, you're too much. / humanity, with your colors & your voices & your cries... / humanity, with your death, & your loves, & your lies.

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Hell no. Hell yeahIt's has been a hell of a ride / Goes a lot of downshift / Love ones bid forever goodbyes

@kimkimmmie101610

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A Heap of Restaurant ChairsA heap of restaurant chairs / weighed down the old red Chevy truck / criss-crossed by a nonsense of bungee cords

@thekristinwest19

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Eerie SilenceYet with the hype and madness about the Coronavirus / I open window and take a deep breath breath of icy Alaskan air / The glass wearing a frosty negligee

@AmandaKayBurke11

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surrender burnslight my fuse on fire and set me aflame / watch as you singlehandedly set me ablaze / what is it like to watch me burn, baby?

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Spilled Ink 💬Painting glossy images of life and / laughter / sitting near the window thinking about what has gone and what could have happened;

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A tender and brutal pandemic poem (At the same time. Like the times)~for Lori Jones McCaffery~ / Lori Jones McCaffery commenting on / “a new time (poetry in the time of pandemic)”**^*

@nat-lipstadt108

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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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Where Angels Fear To TreadThere are Angels among us / Metaphorical Angels / They have no wings to fly

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A Normal DayFunny how soon normal creeps up on us / and clears away the strangeness / with each sweep of the broom.

@angela-brooks24

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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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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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