Coronavirus Poems
Ghost Town
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
I saw one with the placidness of death
A necropolis pummelled, with mallets of sorrow,
By the brutishness of Silence and numbed by the
Prickly shafts of premature grey hair, sickly and odorous.
Even Tokyo, normally awash with people and pets,
Pots and pans, observed the rules of siesta.
I witnessed it —a virus so vicious —!
A plague that humbled one and all —
Troglodytes we!
Story based on coronavirus patient through scintillating visuals, sound and poem.
by Ranjan Subedi
Havoc has spread through every fence, sense not yet able to comprehend,
Bit by bit now once again trying to gather those cherished dreams deranged,
When Corona provoked damage one could only dream of from its end,
Nonetheless hopeful ambition still spoke aloud, “let’s change and be changed”,
With you and me together, let’s tackle and play it along even if it be an arduous game,
Just created a new channel and video, I need your support for the same,
I know trying to promote here might be a bit insane, but for once please watch:
“Short movie on a coronavirus patient through his own poem.”
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ouinhlY6sNc
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Government Poem
by James V Daniels
But like, we don't even need a government, is all I'm saying.
If all a government does is deregulate the companies and take way our freedoms- then our priorities need straitening.
And sure, they put police on our streets and pay for our schools. But those police have two jobs and the schools have no cash, and my friends are on zero hours contracts, they can't wait for their money back.
So there's a little something for you all... To think about.
But that's not the problem, more like an overture.
You see, the problem is that folks like you and me rarely turn out to be:
Fruit pickers; warehouse workers; shop fitters; joiners; carpenters; scaffolders; solicitors- wait!
That last one- maybe.
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corona
by Jordan Davis
the stress
of this thing
is heavy like a
weighted blanket
casting blue shadows
across crispy kindling-dry
landscapes of the world's future
with a grey thunderhead towering
to the invisible foothills of olympus
miniaturizing all i've ever been
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The Time of Terror
by Japman Aneja
I saw the sun rise from beneath the ground,
And bring a time of sunshine and cheer around,
When children played around and the nature danced to its own beat,
When birds sung their melodies and butterflies came to greet,
But this joy soon faded away and the fun seemed to cease,
When the clouds stormed over and the rain destroyed the nature’s peace,
The children stopped playing and nature showed its rage,
The sky growled, the thunder rumbled and everyone returned to their cage,
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Ghost Town
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
I saw one with the placidness of death
A necropolis pummelled, with mallets of sorrow,
By the brutishness of Silence and numbed by the
Prickly shafts of premature grey hair, sickly and odorous.
Even Tokyo, normally awash with people and pets,
Pots and pans, observed the rules of siesta.
I witnessed it —a virus so vicious —!
A plague that humbled one and all —
Troglodytes we!
The Sound of Silence
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
Splashing down liquid voices,
a troubled peace of silence enveloped
the fragile land.
Here comes Queen Lockdown with her septic flowers.
The church bells chime mutely,
with refined silence and hypnotic horror.
Funerals and weddings merged like companies,
Counting on numbers frugally.
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Broken or Mended
by Pallavi Surana
Broken things, Mended pencils.
Strings with knots;
Thoughts with confusion.
Lately, all of this has been liberating.
To have experienced the process,
to have traversed the path!
To have finally accepted,
That, when life expires, all that matters is the "Journey"!
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कोरोना गाथा
by Pratik Regmi
कोरोना गाथा
पास मत अायो तुम लोग,अभि हे corona।
हे सरकार तुम अभीसे ,कुछ test सुरु करोना।
social distancing पालनाए नही करते हे लोग
धुस्सेमे कभि केह भी देया मेने ,यश कोरोना से तुम सभी मरोना।।
लोग मुझे लग्ते हे ,सारे हि नमुने।
सदा चल्ते हे टेहेलनेके लिए,सरकार कि कही बात वो भी नासुने।।
लौग कैसे निक्ले यिस स्थिथी भी वो करते हे बैकमे मे झग्डे
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The Time of Terror
by Japman Aneja
I saw the sun rise from beneath the ground,
And bring a time of sunshine and cheer around,
When children played around and the nature danced to its own beat,
When birds sung their melodies and butterflies came to greet,
But this joy soon faded away and the fun seemed to cease,
When the clouds stormed over and the rain destroyed the nature’s peace,
The children stopped playing and nature showed its rage,
The sky growled, the thunder rumbled and everyone returned to their cage,
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