Pandemic Poems

Popular Pandemic Poems
Hum Dekhte
by Thanshu Guliani

Hum bhi agar panchi hote to aakash dekhte
Saari duniya so rahi hoti magar hum prakash dekhte
Mausam jo bhi hota, par apni chah me aksar
Hum apne pankh khol dete aur log humari udaan dekhte

Hum makan dekhte
Hum, makan dekhte

jinme kitni aankhe taras rahi hai udne ko
jahan in cheekhon ka naam nahi hai rukne ko

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The pandemic:Covid-19
by Khushi Mehra

Wondering how uncertain life is
The whole world has come to a standstill
Do I need to mention the reason for it?
Its none other than the pandemic Covid-19,isn’t it?
No more parties, no more hangouts
Practice social distancing thats the only way out.
Millions of people are suffering
Thousands of them are dying
What has it done to us,I am still wondering
Some are fighting for their lives in those isolated rooms

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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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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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Poverty as a Pandemic Pain
by Ololade Raji

Life in the hood means nothing without a livelihood as those in the hood will choose livelihoods over lives. Maybe you now know why the frenzy virus feeds on your lives through the hunger of those in the hood

But if you fear the virus and still value your life above your livelihood, then, you are not in the hood. And you better not leave those in the hood to leave the hood for food and the virus

For it is good to move their food to the hood so they remain in the hood, then, you would not need to brood over their covid moves to leave their hood

I hope you know the gloom that looms if you do not give a hoot and look beyond loots. Have I just told you how to woo those in the hood with food to stay at home?

If you do not believe that you need food to ease the pandemic pains in the hood, you would neither believe in the corona dirge for a sweet aunt nor a word from this howl


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Recent Pandemic 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!

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Fit Covid-19
by Stewart Watkins

Pushups and planks
Now armpits stank.

Roping and jumping
Outdoors I'm loving

Kicking and punching
Tension and stress I'm releasing

Netflix on house arrest

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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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Seasons of evil - number 19
by Steve Solodoff

It once again has begun.
Upon me fully, all at once, without warning.
Though I should have known,
I should have been ready.
It happens again;
at the same time,
in the same way,
with the same sickening dread.

But I fear this year, this season,

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Pandemic March 2020
by Michele Bandler

I don’t know what day it is anymore
And time no longer matters
Modern life as I’ve known it,
Is on hold.
Beliefs I’d long held, are turned upside down.
“Virtual communication – cell phones ----are isolating us,”
I’d said. “Get out of your house, join a group, meet face to face” I’d said.
Now, technology is all that we have to connect, since we
Cannot get out, join a group, or meet face to face.


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