Covid19 Poems

Popular Covid19 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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Simba: A responsible cute pup!!
by Sanket Gadade

Seems like I was born here, the place belongs to me,
Every corner is my borrow, where else can I flee.
Love is everything I need, I get it like a Swain,
People around me yearn; in pleasure and in pain.

Every moment I am full of pep, with a cheerful company, never alone
Always someone is on my watch to catch me when I run with my bone.

I see everyone takes efforts to entertain me
But not everyone used to be always free.

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The new unreal reality
by Rukma Banerjee

The cycle of sin and misery… Pandemic, hurricanes, floods, locust swarms, heat waves, forest fires,
the common theme being “never seen anything like this before!”
It’s payback time folks.
2020 is the year of “equal and opposite reactions”.
Good old Newton knew his shit
So what do we do now?
Aaaaah right!
Eff it.
Let’s have some beer and sit back and watch the Show.
And come here and hit the keyboard once in a while.

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The Night New York Slept
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu

It was one solemn, long night,
Tenebrous with the astuteness of perfidy,
And multiple hours before the break of an
Impatient dawn.
Lampposts froze through the pergola of winter.
Limp from exposure to unprintable tales of orgies,
And their lights, hidden by icicles of pelted snow,
They fell face-down on the wayward paths of Central Park.
Manhattan was hung on the tattered frescoes of
Horror, masked with the silence of confrontations.

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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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Recent Covid19 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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Lockdown
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu

The world came together as one —
Or rather, acted as one, like in the
Days of Noah, in the first lockdown
Following the first pandemic of flooding.

There was the smell of a virus.
Thick and heavy, it held the lungs hostage.
There was a confraternal mass, and between heaven and hell
An iota of odour, bigger than the sinking sun, hung in the stratus


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Sway
by Brady Stewart

Crazy Crazy it never stops there is no time for punctuation
It starts off sounding like an elementary narrative
The alarm sounds sounds downstairs it's the neighbor
The neighbors are smoking probably smoking smoking
The toy on the desk moves moves it moves when you pull it
The trees don't seem to sway sway sway but they're so far away.
So How can you tell?
The toilet is never clean, spotless clean clean
The windows are open
Sometimes,

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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 Night New York Slept
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu

It was one solemn, long night,
Tenebrous with the astuteness of perfidy,
And multiple hours before the break of an
Impatient dawn.
Lampposts froze through the pergola of winter.
Limp from exposure to unprintable tales of orgies,
And their lights, hidden by icicles of pelted snow,
They fell face-down on the wayward paths of Central Park.
Manhattan was hung on the tattered frescoes of
Horror, masked with the silence of confrontations.

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