#pandemic poem

[junflower123]

Need the vulnerable to sacrifice their lives So everyone else can dine inside Rapid testing is such a hassle Gotta keep building up the capitalism castle!

They say it’s a beautiful landmark Well, I think it’s just a tourist attraction!

#writeblr #writing #WE ARE IN THE MIDDLE OF A PANDEMIC #we are in a pandemic #COVID-19 #covid #Omicron #pandemic #global pandemic #pandemic writing #pandemic poem #pandemic poetry #poet #poetic #poetry #poets corner #poets of the fall #poets society #dead poets society #poetry is not luxury #poets on tumblr #poets of tumblr #writers and poets #female writer #female poet #writerscreed #writerscircle #writerscafe #writers community #quarantine writing

[outragedtortilla]

one city waking up from a year’s slumber / another still in the depths of the war against death.

#poetry

#poetry #micropoetry #reflections #pandemic poetry #pandemic poem

[dadaluyong]

Relief

The only use of the summer is the night sky. What is it mapping? The answer no longer matters, I believe. It will remain. Its infinity mocking the Friday distribution: 6 kilos of rice, 16 piece hawot. Another bag comes: 1 dozen of eggs, 1 can sisig, 2 cans corned beef, 2 cans tuna. We take pictures while the meat from Tuesday market day thaws. On the opposite edge of the barangay, a woman is asked to stay at home. The job will not pay for the mean time. Today, another bag came: One plastic pancit, an ice cream tub of spaghetti, cake, lumpia —a birthday. With it is a letter, we call. We send our regards. Within the letter is her countdown: 2 days until workday. We have been counting down the indefinite. The lot expands. I do not phone the city. Distance is my illusory relief. I imagine life in this parang.

#pandemic poem #2020 #ramblings

[allweknewisdead]

The Second Coming (1919) - W. B. Yeats

The best lack all conviction, while the worst Are full of passionate intensity.

#w.b. yeats #william butler yeats #the second coming #things fall apart #slouching towards bethlehem #chinua achebe #joan didion #poem #poetry #inspiration to other authors #pandemic #reading #yeats

[etakeh]

(source)

#sag strike #actors strike #plague #covid #pandemic #doom 2023 #poetry #plague poems

[thehalfwaypost]

#maga #magats #pandemic #poetry #poem

[byler-alarmist]

I'm now on a musical kick after seeing a post about Hair and I must break into song

I got million-dollar charm, cousin!!!!! I got headaches, and toothaches, and bad times too, like yooouuuuu, AHHHHHHHH~~~🎶

#still upset with myself that i didn't find a way to contact jim rado before he died during the pandemic #the original co-creator of hair #he and the other creator gerry ragni were lovers #and they created hair as a love poem to the new ways that men were being free in their affection with each other #and arguably a testament to their own love #the part about their relationship often gets buried when talking about hair #hair 1979 #hair musical #hair the musical #jim rado #gerry ragni #showtunes #musicals #musical theatre #Spotify

[insteviewetrust]

How to watch your brother die by Michael Lassell

#I've been crying for hours over this #I've read it over and over again #every word a new wound cut open in my heart in my brain in my flesh #i feel sick #i dont think I'll ever recover completely from this piece #poetry #how to watch your brother die by michael lassel #poem #aids pandemic #aids crisis #aids

[lunchboxpoems]

DURING THE PANDEMIC I LISTEN TO THE JULY 26, 1965, JUAN-LES-PINS RECORDING OF A LOVE SUPREME

The first familiar, know-them-anywhere notes bless me this savage morning. Coltrane’s horn racing up and down every alley, in and out of veins and over the faces of lakes and into the heart of stones. And when he repeats A love supreme again and again, it’s as though, if he says it enough, he can ease that mercy down into me, into the tiny ossicular chain, the chemical rush, the spark, and my brain getting it—if even just for this thirty-two minutes and forty-eight seconds. My daughter’s been sick seven weeks with the virus. Yesterday she felt a little bored, she texted. And I grab that like a shopping cart. I load it up with hope. Make it prayer. When the day’s portion of the Torah is recited, someone stands by to correct mistakes. The words must vibrate precisely in the air. So I open my door to the breath of his instrument that refuses nothing, lavishing the grass, gutters, and trees, concrete, cars, the gopher pulling down the new lettuces. This generous sound that can mean anything, nothing, whatever you need. And isn’t that god? Isn’t that it? This shivering? This fall to my knees? Gods do walk among us. But humans are, after all, a broken promise. And yet, these humans seem to be trying to enter . . . what? I can almost hear it. This old planet. Worms passing earth through their tissue. Orchids, corn, mockingbirds throwing themselves into song like there’s no tomorrow. Which there may not be. Yet, still a mountain. Still wind. And Coltrane still offering the same four notes like a teacher who is infinitely patient. He’s telling me it’s worth it to be in a body. He’s telling me I’m alive in a beach town in California and my daughter in a high-rise in Vancouver, my girl, lying feverish on the couch she’s been lying on forty-nine days and forty-nine nights, still alive.

ELLEN BASS

#ellen bass #poem #poetry #pandemic

[skinnerhousebooks]

2020 was a year unlike any other. A year of masks and marches. A tale of two pandemics, COVID-19 and the deep-rooted pandemic of white supremacy and structural racism. Shelter in This Place, the 2021 volume of the inSpirit Series, is an anthology of poems, prayers, and reflections from Unitarian Universalists about their experiences of 2020—offered as a testament to our collective grit and grief, rage and resistance, love and loneliness. With readings that come from a variety of perspectives, identities, and geographies, Shelter in This Place captures the complex reality of 2020. And yet despite the grief and loss collected in these pages, the writers describe resilience and joy too. As we come to another anniversary of March 2020, may this book contain words that heal, comfort, and inspire you in the days ahead.

Shelter in This Place is available to order at inSpirit: The UU Book and Gift Shop at shopinspirit.org.

#uu #uubooks #books #skinnerhousebooks #meditation #meditations #reflection #poetry #poem #prayer #anniversary #pandemic #covid 19

[we-are-inevitable]

warm up???

little frog lad

a different kind of bloom

we think of rot as a solitary thing, i think lying in the fetal position on an unmade bed hugging a pillow to your chest, praying that it’s spared when the skin slides off your bones and the house caves in on you alone but have we not all rotted before? will we not all rot again? scrolling for miles, addicted, thousands of censored words tattooed on our corneas the coroner will say the cause of death  is the social rot we all hold close to our heart- the sign of being teens when the world stopped but were we not rotting together? did the  rot not spread? our parents will weep for children lost to fairy lights and little frog lads to mushroom earrings and eyeliner on lips to pronouns and pride flags and the beginning of being forever fifteen, forever realizing that the rot clears away the exterior and the bone underneath  is something unifying, a reminder that we are alive beneath the skin we wear when there are no expectations, when there is no social norm to conform to, when the rot seeps through the perfect child and exposes the rest- the messy, the sad, the lonely- to the world. will  we ever recover? will we ever find ourselves again? will we ever need to?

a commentary on the rise of alternative individualism (and the fall to yet another form of social commodification). ironically, this will be posted to tiktok.

#i say rot in this too many times. but i like it #also i never got the kawaii-ness of frogs. or mushrooms. and they just felt like the new mustache tattoos of the 2020s #it was also like… the point when being alt was trendy and being weird and funky was cool #and i really appreciate that aspect of the era #in a time when so much was taken away from us by the pandemic #but i feel like the ‘cutesy’ mushrooms and frogs and everything was just a way to make alternative fashion and subculture palatable #because suddenly it was cute and trendy instead of found out of necessity and oppression and rebellion #does any of this make sense. idk #jac writes #poems #poetry #poet on tumblr #poems of tumblr #original poem #dead poets society #alternative #alt girl #2020

[poems-from-around-the-world]

Psalm for a Pandemic - Theophilus Kwek - Singapore

Left to themselves, the shapes of all green things begin to describe their own flourishing. 

A field rouses itself into a mist, a shimmer of birds among its tallest 

grasses. From bridges, the bougainvillea let their long hair down. Kerbside, the verges 

surge without remorse. Even the trees are no longer wood but water – like the sea 

unshored they spill out over the pavement, catch our feet in their slow accoutrements. 

Iron gives way to ivy. Where are the hard words now, of our roadsigns and hazards? 

As hair gone uncut, the whole earth thickens. We can be kind too, if they let us.

#Psalm for a Pandemic #Theophilus Kwek #Singapore #poem #poetry #poems from around the world

[scardecourcier]

#CovidPoetry

One fucking trip to the emergency vet Was avoiding going outside but I'd do it for my pet One December outing turned a whole life around You'll be fine, just a virus, just rest up and you'll be sound.

"You look so well though" but I can't climb stairs Been in pain my whole life but this tips past what I can bear Male doctors give me sideeye like I'm tryna misbehave Body flaring in reactions, can't eat anything I crave.

I think I had a brain once, can't remember where I put it Had confidence before but these experiences have shook it I'm not sure if I can meet you, not sure how long I can stay Dunno what energy I'll bring until it all gets snatched away

But we're four years beyond it, so it's over now, right? Tubes are rammed, buses jampacked, bars are full up every night Yes I'd love to come and see you, love to party, now you ask, But I still can't go outside cuz you won't WEAR A FUCKING MASK.

#long covid #spoonie #covid #covid poetry #covid19 #covid 19 #covid isn't over #coronavirus #pandemic #poems on tumblr #original poem #poems and poetry #poets on tumblr #writers and poets #face masks #wear a mask #mask up #covid is not over #sars cov 2

[dadaluyong]

Lifeline

From the window, I can see

the timid rustling of the kamias tree leaves, hear the roaring engines of sugarcane trucks, roosters and their all day round cackling; Lucban fruits on the verge of falling; Neighbor’s television. From here, I can hear the walis tingting sweeping. I have been ceaseless, unpacking. What is it that I did not bring? I have moved from cities after cities: a precaution. We Manileños take the air with us. The air invites many questions and side-eyes. This is not a suffering and I do not intend to make it look that way. Harmless self-trickery. I am missing something. The golden hour, too peaceful, too plain. Cowering, carnivorous— it consumes. Tomorrow, they will be disinfecting the market. The green plastic basket sits on the counter. I await for the bread that ninang will take home.

#pandemic poem #2020

[outragedtortilla]

in community do we find the STRONGEST action, change, and movement forward.

#poetry

#poetry #poem #community #pandemic poetry #pandemic #lucy dot txt

[astrxealis]

okay rambles but i started creatively writing in like ... 5th grade? and. oh god just a little encouragement to anyone looking to get into writing or insecure or whatnot, but HELLS, maybe it's to he expected with my (obviously) very young age and inexperience with writing then, but my writing was really. yeah. Yeah. but then i'm what... a lot older now, obviously, and my writing has gotten leagues better. i'm probably not a good example for this bcs childhood years development stuff are different etc etc BUT practicing writing more and whatnot really does go a long way :]

#⋯ ꒰ა starry thoughts ໒꒱ *·˚ #my writing in 2020 is a lot different than my writing now even! especially so compared to my writing from 2010s #reading a lot of media is also really important :] i always read a lot of books BUT i only started to really read poetry since the pandemic #which were uh basically my early teenage years so idk if i'm a good example for this bcs childhood brain development and stuff (???) #BUT STILL ..... playing games like ffxiv and being really invested in the lore and writing + reading more poems and being fascinated with #more authors and pieces of literature + expanding my general vocabulary knowledge whatnot ... it all really goes a long way! #oh man i'm pretty proud of myself actually. i do love my writing. as imperfect (as all things are) it is. #i had a lot of Pauses with writing throughout my uhh relatively short life thus far since i'm NOT yet an adult and all aha but yeah! #so bless ffxiv again for bringing back my writing spirit... and other medias and whatever <3 #rn i have to thank bg3 for bringing back my Creative Spirit bcs i've been writing a lot more again and having/working on my creative ideas!! #okay i just wanted to ramble a bit lol ^_^ there! #idk my being a writer is very important to me. and my journey as one too. #i want to make a book one day! most feasibly would be to make a collection of short stories :] a bit similar to 'm is for magic' maybe bcs #i grew up with that lol neil gaiman i adore you <3 #i have a very special original world in my head but i am a little selfish and want to keep them all to myself... oops. or who knows! #anyway i have a lot of ideas and i adore writing and literature sooo much <3 #anyway. okay. leaving it here. #cheering on every writer author whatever out there !!! unless you're a sucky person of course yuck bigots but yeah ^^ <3 #huge writing inspo for me is uhhhhhhhh. thinking #ffxiv! does ffxiv count. esp drk quests. and shb as a whole. and then... edgar allan poe? neil gaiman? yeah? #can't remember anyone else good gods but i love vivid and imaginative storytelling and writing descriptively :] a bit of prose but also #quite simple in its eloquence (???) unsure honestly oh gods anyway BYE rambles over apollo signing off beep boop AGHHHHH (screams)