Look For The Blossom
in Hope Poems
The blossom will always grow.
The seasons will always change.
People come and go,
Their shadows comforting and strange.
Published: April 2020
The world is facing an unprecedented health crisis. COVID-19 has spread across the globe, bringing with it sickness, death, uncertainty, anxiety, and economic upheaval. The world has stopped like never before. Businesses are closed, and schools have moved to online platforms. Social distancing is the norm, and no one knows when the end of the virus will come. Living in the midst of incredible uncertainty takes its toll on people. But may we use this time to focus on the most important things and slow down in a way we’ve never been forced to do before.
Daily life looks very different, and this pandemic has impacted everybody in some way. You are not alone in what you are facing. The fears that rise to the surface are felt by billions of people around the world. We are all in this together. Even though the storm is raging right now, famous poet Maya Angelou once said, “Every storm runs out of rain.”
in Hope Poems
The blossom will always grow.
The seasons will always change.
People come and go,
Their shadows comforting and strange.
Have you seen the doctors who hardly get to sleep?
From sad weary eyes, silent tears they weep.
They're battling to save hundreds of lives,
Yet see so many dying right before their eyes.
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There's a jungle on my head.
My hair's gone absolutely wild.
It looks like the Amazon rainforest.
I really don't like this style.
I'm a tutor, and I'm looking for great examples of poetry written by kids. This is perfect! It's timely, playful, and totally relatable. Well done!
If you're anxious that all have been asked to stay home,
Take comfort in knowing you are not alone.
Tonight at 8, wherever you are,
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I don't know how I'm feeling.
I think I feel all right.
I'm busy doing nothing
From morning until night.
Thank you so much, Nisreen. That's so lovely of you to leave a comment. When I wrote the poem, I certainly didn't think we'd still be going through it. I hope you and your family are...
No more shaking hands.
Don't touch your face.
Never stand too close
In a crowded place.
Excellent topical poem to us all over the world with what we are faced with. We must take responsibility not for just for him/herself and one's nearest and dearest but for all people of the...
At the minute, times are tough.
The self-isolation can be rough.
Day after day, night after night.
The future unfolding is not so bright.
There are gaps and walls between us,
Yet we're close because we care,
And the distance is diminished,
For there's one enemy we share.
God will paint rainbows in the sky
Once again for the world and I.
Signs that will tell us all is well,
Freedom from this grim living hell.
Dear Dinah,
I can't thank you enough. Your kind words have touched my heart. It's so nice to know the poets are being heard and read all over the world, that people like you are inspired by...
The spring was a ghost, as winter wither'd away.
The bird's song was vapid, the flowers awaited May.
Alone we all sat, windows locked and shutter'd,
afraid of our neighbours, our bread went unbutter'd.
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