1. 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.
This was a lovely poem. Very emotional and very touching!
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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!
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...
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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...
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...
What end to life is this?
Five months without physical contact, without a kiss.
So many promises unable to fulfil,
Summer walks in the garden, a Mother's Day meal.
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,
Work hard, my weary body, please.
There's lots that must be done.
These strange old times I've never known
Have only just begun.
I just want to be a good friend.
I'm not here to start a new trend.
I know I'm not the perfect fit.
I know I may irritate you a bit.
So true! I love how it is told from the mask's perspective! If I were a mask, I definitely would have those thoughts. These times are so difficult!!
-Raven Schewe, age 11
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.
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.
in Prayer Poems
Protect us, Lord, and send your healing,
Receive our prayers that keep on pouring.
Allow your people to have their second chance.
Yes, Lord, we are begging you hand in hand.
I awoke to a pestilence, a pandemic across the nations,
Feeling anxiety, fear, and seeing massive condemnation,
Thinking, pondering, how could anyone thrive?
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.
One day I will be back,
And we'll be smiling face to face.
The worries of the last few weeks
Will be gone and all erased.
A brave nurse, that she is.
She faces her fears for us,
By whipping on her scrubs and gloves
Each day with no fuss.
I'm in nursing school. The pandemic isn't as severe now, but it's still just as scary. I've lost so much and so many to COVID and the idea of helping someone's family member recover from...
After hours of extensive research
And following many a clue,
I've finally discovered the source
Of the new pandemic flu.
Our political views mean nothing,
There are no sides to take.
Both young and old must be prepared
To fight for all our sakes.
in Change Poems
When I was born
The world was waiting there for me
To smell, to touch, to taste, to see.
What wonders filled my little eyes.
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