rhymes
with
virus
Pandemic poetry by everyday people
A place to create, write, grieve, express, laugh, and share during COVID-19.
There was a virus called COVID-19
Inspiring us all to be oh so quite clean
To make bread of banana
Send masks to Louisiana
And to write poetry from quarantine.
Inspiring us all to be oh so quite clean
To make bread of banana
Send masks to Louisiana
And to write poetry from quarantine.
there's no such thing as bad poetry
City Vibes
Waiting in lines,
Anxiety in crowds.
New-found fear of children,
Masks replacing smiles.
Suddenly starving for space,
Longing for fresh air.
Judging all I see.
What’s wrong with a little distance?
Seeking solitude,
Starved by solitude.
Boarded up storefronts
Broken dreams
Suffering surging.
Masks suffocating.
Selfishness rising,
Entitlement enraging.
Kindness scattered.
Hard to trust
The many panting “runners,”
The eerie sound of sirens,
The quietness of Friday nights.
Out of breath.
Out of sync.
Out of words.
Anxiety in crowds.
New-found fear of children,
Masks replacing smiles.
Suddenly starving for space,
Longing for fresh air.
Judging all I see.
What’s wrong with a little distance?
Seeking solitude,
Starved by solitude.
Boarded up storefronts
Broken dreams
Suffering surging.
Masks suffocating.
Selfishness rising,
Entitlement enraging.
Kindness scattered.
Hard to trust
The many panting “runners,”
The eerie sound of sirens,
The quietness of Friday nights.
Out of breath.
Out of sync.
Out of words.
Dani
San Francisco, CA
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