Pandemic Poems - Poems about Pandemic

A runaway growth of weeds alongside the road, greenery gone wild, a stagnant wilderness unwinding, seedy leaves scatter but cannot flee. Dust bowl squalor chokes down scrawny roots. A gray sugar rush from speedy cube trucks sprinkles what wiggle room is left to sweeten ameciated tongues. You Are a coffin lid with nails pulled out, a quake's handrails the paws releasing snails a Rorschach of Swiss trails the...

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I hold your hand, Look into your eyes. I see fear there. You don’t want to die. I watch you breathe in. I watch you breathe out. My entire world is trapped in plastic. I’m surrounded by the sound of oxygen machines. I watch as you breathe your last. I wish for you to fly high. Yet another one gone. Somebody’s grandmother. Somebody’s mother. The people around me, All...

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Because the mind still stays The memory of the holocaust, And the face reflects the twinge that still lurks In the hollow of our frail hearts; My mournful pen shall bleed In a forever flow of pensive mood. We are survivors Who suffered the flame of covid. We are survivors Who sampled the taste of death. We who saw the gate of hell and live To...

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Pandemic is A Noah's ark People deadlock....

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need me … for I feel … good … truly down-to-the-core good I always do and that’s why you want me I know you want me you can feel me stirring … deep ever since THEN when you watched it - there was an old man, sprite strolling the city, wide he walked past a young homeless girl who had bare feet (on a cold day) seemingly unaware of...

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Oh, land of yearning, soil of the pandemic, Across your bereaved fields, a lone wanderer carries His tattered garment of helplessness, In his steps echoes the cry of the land that cannot comprehend him. Through your white villages, withered by time and forgetfulness, The divine vagabond leaves his unseen tracks, Heavy, laden with hopes, beneath the cross he bears, His laments murmur...

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Pandemic of flesh Pandemic of internet Cleanse and seek redress....

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Millennia has passed since the last time we met. In those thousands of years, our world has shifted through immeasurable changes. Do I remember the sound of your voice? How does your face glow when you smile? Do you still wear that coat, the one that makes you resemble a Soviet revolutionary? Millennia has passed since we last drank together. In those thousands of years, our tastes have changed. Do you now take your coffee black? How many shots of tequila...

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Graduation Limbs that quake with nerves Soon stiffen. An extended arm, poker straight, Leads her across the stage Slowly and gracefully To the next, unwritten page of her life. She wields her knowledge As her writing tool And begins to jot out the future. Heartbreak Love that no longer lingered In that tired, battle-worn heart, Was soon replaced by the heaviness Of dark, wet cement, Hardening and grounding her. In that...

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Deep breath in, Deeper breath out. There are no crowds. There is nobody. Crowds are unavoidable: The ebb and flow of busybodies Moves with and against you Like a cluster of active cells. Deep breath in Deeper breath out. Picking skin, exposing pink flesh beneath, Shakes that won't subside. Desolate high streets that, Once upon a time, flourished With people as their bright green leaves, Now fall barren and edging...

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It was as if we received an unwanted grounding from the heavens above. “No friends, no going out, no leaving the house” they said with a disgruntled gaze. But what had we done so wrong, so foul, to deserve such a sentencing? Was the bed not made before we tip-toed out past the guards of midnight? Did...

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(Author’s note: This poem is a humorous look at how the pandemic changed our technology, our relationships, and maybe even our spiritual quests.) God’s on Mute By Mark D. Stucky We forgot how to talk during the pandemic. Glitches often bedeviled us, and we erratically conversed. Technology was cursed but also godsent. We had to learn new words and new meanings of words when Zoom burst...

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A good day into a mood day Why’s everyone being crude day The sun is radiant So what’s with the frown How did the moods die down From a happy community To what happened to unity and the impunity A small town as a family in disguise Whatever happened to being allies This is where it’s all hands on deck to rebuild what was A...

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'The Bearer of Bad News' All around you lay The sick and the dying, Calling out for help While you go on denying Unmasking legions Misleading crowds, Basically handing them Their own death shrouds You are no authority You are no physician, Just a man abusing His mighty position Responsible for those The pandemic did kill, All the while denying And doing it still No more ears listen to The bearer...

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FIRST - ACT I stragglers, mad of ...

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