Current Events Poems - Page 2
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21. The Times We Live In
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.
The world seems so strange, just not the same.
It feels so detached; it's such a shame.
This can't be it; there's got to be more.
We've got to reset; we've got to restore.
The world's in bad shape, but it's not the end.
Be there for one another; try to be a good friend.
At the minute, yes, times are tough,
But if we stick together, it can be enough.
Give encouragement and show our support.
By showing love to all, we cannot fall short.
Yes, the world's in bad shape, and yes, it's strange,
But together we can beat this; only together we can change.
So no matter how bad things seem to be,
If we are in it together, it's not that bad; I think you'll agree.
We need to be patient; we need to be kind.
If we do it this together, true joy we can find
So once again our future looks bright.
Together we'll get through this; the end is in sight,
So don't get upset; just smile or grin
'Cause these are the times we find ourselves living in... -
22. Acorn
Poem About Hope In A Time Of PandemicThe 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.
All shopkeepers were closed, all kegs were untapped,
all music did cease, all performance unclapped.
Alone we all sat, doors closed and locked.
Our pantry's slowly dwindling, inadequately stocked.
All games were ended, all our works were halted.
All prayers were whispered, all hopes were exalted.
Alone we all sat, as the world slowly warmed,
the trees unpruned, ragged and deformed.
The gardens untilled, the boats tied to dock.
The productive were idle, the busy as rock.
Alone we all sat, avoiding the ravage
of an invisible foe, so vile and savage.
The streets were all empty, the pews were all bare.
The neighbours were treated only with what we could spare.
Alone we all sat, fearful and forlorn,
Locked in our homes, to weather this storm.
As the sun warms the airs, and the rains wet its feet,
The Oak reaches upwards as if heaven to meet.
Alone we all sat, uncertain and torn,
Our Solace unveiled by its wee acorn. -
23. A Brave Nurse, That She Is...
A brave nurse, that she is.
She faces her fears for us,
By whipping on her scrubs and gloves
Each day with no fuss.
When leaving her home,
A lump forms in the back of her throat.
She anxiously gazes back at her family
As she waves and zips up her coat.
At the hospital where she's based,
A thick dark cloud lingers over the ward.
She whispers under her breath,
Please help these people recover, Lord.
More patients are admitted with COVID,
And the beds are now fully occupied.
She is unable to contain the tears,
As she sees no family by their side.
A brave nurse, that she is,
But this is her most difficult task.
Her lips are actually trembling, you know,
Behind the medical mask.
A bed soon becomes vacant,
The virus was just too strong.
She replaces the sheets as tears flow,
And that's another one gone.
A brave nurse, that she is,
But remember this too,
She is also very fearful,
Just like me and you.
Oh, a brave nurse, that she is.Latest Shared StoryI'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...
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24. How Do I Make Amends?
Black And White IssuesHow do I cope with the shame that I feel
And then look you straight in the eye?
And how do I claim to stand for what's right,
Then accept disregard for your lives?
I grew up in a place that was safe and secure;
Opportunity knocked at my door.
I never accepted enough was enough
When the world always offered me more.
The schools I attended were cloaked in pure white,
And I watched from their lily white halls
While you had to fight for the little you had,
And I was just handed it all.
The black of your skin made you different from me,
And I learned from the powers that be
That we'd never be allies in living this life
And should remain on our side of the streets.
But as I grew up, I became so confused,
And I wished to get closer to you.
But how could you trust a word that I said
When all I'd shown you was callous abuse?
How do I make some sense of it all
When injustice can't ever make sense?
And how do I seek your forgiveness
When I can't begin to know how to repent?
The cycle of hatred is hard to escape
When adults in your life lead your way.
And how do you face that those "truths" once believed
Were just words to control and betray?
I know I can never right all the wrongs
Or remove all the scars left behind.
But my heart feels the weight of the hurt that we caused,
And your torment encumbers my mind.
I ponder incessantly on what I can do.
I don't want to seem shallow or fake.
Is it enough that I willingly stand by your side?
Or are there far too many amends to be made?
I need you to know how sorry I am,
Though I'm sure it's too little too late.
But I want you to see that I won't let you down
And your hope in me ever forsake.
My promise is now to bear witness.
I won't leave you alone in your pain.
And for the sake of your children and grandchildren,
I'll fight for a world filled with change.
Your survival is proof of your courage
And exposes what cowards we've been!
And I long for and pray that one day I'll be blessed
To, perhaps, hear you call me your friend. -
25. Ballad Of Twin Towers
Losing Husband On 9/11That morning we woke up,
Like any other day.
We brushed our teeth, I brushed my hair.
Nothing new to say.
He said "Goodbye, I'm going to work,"
While I stayed at home.
I took the kids to school
And heard a ring on my phone.
I picked up my cell,
Holding my coffee cup.
It was my sister Stacey.
She said, "Turn the radio up."
When I got home
They were waiting at the door.
They called me over.
My eyes started to pour.
This morning I wake up
With no one in the bed.
I wish my husband were here,
But he can't come back from the dead. -
26. Half-Staff
The Recent Shootings And Our Flag At Half-staffToday our flag is flying low
as teardrops stain its cloth,
mourning yet another day
so many lives were lost.
Shopping just as we've all done
many countless times,
celebrating time off work,
a feeling so sublime.
But something else was lurking there...
an evil so obscene,
a stranger armed with magazines
that stopped their lives mid-stream.
I fear that we will never see
the tears of grieving dried,
nor over our bucolic land
our flag raised high in pride. -
27. Coronavirus - At War
Our political views mean nothing,
There are no sides to take.
Both young and old must be prepared
To fight for all our sakes.
Guns and tanks are tinker toys;
Violence has no place.
Our enemy creeps silently
Without a single trace.
The world must share this battle;
There are no neutral zones.
We must stand united in our hearts,
Though standing quite alone.
Our basic need for human touch,
For now must be denied.
And we must find inventive ways
To convey what lies inside.
Our heroes aren't our generals,
With medals on their chests.
But those nurses and those doctors,
Who our lives we have bequest.
We wake each day to numbers,
Again there's thousands more.
Neighbors, friends, and family,
Our casualties of war.
We've lost things we took for granted,
That made us feel alive.
And now within our prison walls,
We must find a way to thrive.
But we never will surrender
Or let our lights grow dim.
It's our humanness that will prevail
And set us free again.
Those people who we've never met,
In places far away,
Must face this same relentless foe,
That we too must face each day.
And so we are united,
One people standing strong.
Pushing through this darkest time,
Until again we greet the dawn. -
28. The Twin Towers
The Tragedy Of 9/11The month was September and the day was quite nice,
But this was to change on the shake of a dice.
Two planes with hundreds of people on board
Were about to crash, so they tried to get word
To families and friends on the ground in their homes,
Waiting for loved ones to use mobile phones.
All we could do was watch things unfold.
Unable to help made our blood run cold.
As the planes hit the towers, folks got trapped inside,
And having no warning, there was nowhere to hide.
There was no other way out, so that is why
People broke windows and jumped out to die!
All we could hear was the deafening sound
As both twin towers fell to the ground!
The dust and the litter that shrouded New York
Was totally horrendous and left nowhere to walk!
Osama Bin Laden is the one we should blame.
He and his followers show no pity or shame.
We hope and we pray that they made it to Heaven,
All those poor souls he murdered on nine eleven! -
29. Fireball
Poem About WildfiresThe light shaded my home
in the eeriest of yellow,
as if sunset, forced too early,
cried and bellowed.
The clouds weep of ash,
barring heat upon the ground.
The wind came too quickly,
without warning or sound.
The air is still and heavy;
with caution we do breathe.
Our homes, our only haven,
we hesitate to leave.
We listen for the cries
of those who shout in horror.
We run to help our neighbor,
The heat cutting to our core.
We worry for all those that lost,
whose lives are all asunder.
Who will come to rescue them?
This is what we wonder.
We worry for Mother Nature,
her creatures large and small.
Their dens and trees all gone now
in a devastating fireball.
Our heroes are weak with tire,
yet they strive to carry on.
This catastrophe is dire.
Perhaps hope will come with the dawn.
Each year it seems much drier
than the year before.
California is on fire,
I hope and pray no more. -
30. Never Again
Worldwide Social InjusticeIt's time to embrace every culture,
One flock, one shepherd, one fold
Whatever our race, hue or faith
We're all made from the same mould.
Words said that shouldn't be spoken,
Which create spiraling typhoons.
Too many hearts being broken,
Too many lives taken too soon.
What happened to love thy neighbour
The same as we love our own selves?
Wistful in the face of failure
Are those with hearts where kindness dwells.
Take the lead, let live and let breathe.
All mankind is born in freedom.
It's written in the stars and creed.
Stand by your faith, care and reason.
For peace and worldwide harmony,
As life was surely preordained,
We can only hope fervently
No one ever gets crushed again. -
31. They Were
Poem About The Victims Of Sandy HookDedicated to the victims of Sandy Hook Elementary
They were the ones who made us smile
And blessed our lives for a very short while.
They were the ones who believed no wrong
And in the face of terror had to stay strong.
They were the ones who unconditionally gave
And now are the victims we failed to save.
They were the ones who were so suddenly taken,
And the world was left with its soul shaken.
They were the ones marked with innocence
And stolen away in an act that made no sense.
They were our family, our friends, and our future,
And now the minds we're no longer to nurture.
They were the ones who have made history,
And forever the face of this haunting mystery. -
32. God's Little Angels
School ViolenceRobb Elementary School is reeling
From the violence they've endured
So many lives were taken
Evil opens up its door
Precious little souls
Bright-eyed and full of life
How were they to know
On that day they'd lose their life
There has to be an answer
To the violence that occurs
To the pain and the suffering
That the parents must endure
We hear about these horrors
On the news too many days
And it seems the evil out there
Will sadly never go away
I pray to God in heaven
To bless these little souls
Because they now are angels
In loving arms, he does enfold -
33. Tears
Prayers For UkraineTears of anger,
Fear, anguish,
We pray for Ukraine.
Tears of worry,
Desperation,
We pray for Ukraine.
Tears of disbelief,
Words fail us,
We pray for Ukraine. -
34. Human Beings
Searching For Hope For HumanityWars, wars near and far,
Earthquakes, tornados, hurricanes.
All these natural disasters
So close to home,
Tearing up the earth, whirling 'round and 'round,
Destroying homes and even the land.
Humans dying,
People crying out
From all the pain.
Sickness, starvation, incurable disease
Eating away at humanity
From the inside out.
Crime and violence
As never seen before.
Murder for no reason at all.
Rape, innocent victims screaming out.
So many in prison serving time.
Suicide for those who no longer know what to do.
Disobedience of authority,
Including their parents,
Immorality of every kind.
All of these things happening
Yesterday, today, and tomorrow.
No peace in sight, or so it seems.
We need to look further
Before time runs out.
We only have one more chance
To make our lives better.
Don't give in to humanity's selfish plight.
Make the right decision for yourselves. -
35. A Rest Well-Earned
A Poem About Essential WorkersWork hard, my weary body, please.
There's lots that must be done.
These strange old times I've never known
Have only just begun.
Work hard, my weary body, please.
This battle must be won
So I can find the brighter days
And lay out in the sun.
There will be days I cannot smile,
When you have to say goodbye,
But I will hold your hand, my friend.
Can't promise I won't cry.
And when these days are over,
And they will, of that I'm sure,
Won't take for granted anything
We always had before.
So if there's something we should take,
A lesson may be learned,
But for now my weary body needs
A rest that's been well-earned. -
36. This Too Shall Pass
Looking Forward To The End Of COVID-19I long for the day to leave my den,
To roam the streets by night and day.
To venture out without a fear,
To embrace the ones that I hold dear.
Scrubbed the house and baked some bread,
Mowed the lawn and cleared the shed,
Helped the children with their math,
Helped my neighbor feed the cats.
I try hard to keep at bay
all my worries and concerns.
I restrain my troubled mind
And try to ease my weary heart.
I pray every single day
for humanity to be saved,
And I hope that this will pass,
to continue with my life.
I long for the day to leave my den,
To roam the streets by night and day.
To venture out without a fear,
To embrace the ones that I hold dear. -
37. My Mask
Poem About Wearing A Mask During CovidI 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.
I just want a bit of respect
As it's you I'm trying to protect.
I know I can be in your face,
But to discard me is a total disgrace.
I know I'm new to your life,
But I'm here to relieve stress and strife.
I know I don't fit in with your style,
And behind me you always hide your smile.
I know you won't need me for long,
But I still want our bond to be strong.
I want to go everywhere with you
Even if it's just standing in queue.
So trust me, I'm up for this task.
I promise, I'll be a good Mask.Latest Shared StorySo 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 -
38. Mother's Day 2020
Teacher Thanking Mothers For Homeschooling During PandemicYou are so appreciated every day.
Things have changed in so many ways.
This will be a year we never forget,
So blessed and glad that we met.
You all hold a special place in my heart.
You have kept your children on task from the start.
I know it has been a lot of work
I am forever grateful for your support.
I wish you the best Mother's Day.
Make it memorable and a fun day!
Mrs. Nowak 2020 -
39. War Why?
Poem Questioning War And FightingHurt, pain, suffering, people are dying.
What's going on? We're both crying.
Guns, hand grenades, and bombs too,
People running scared; they don't know what to do.
Most people run, most people hide, most people crawl,
But the slow people only fall.
War is here, war is here, war is here.
It's like a bad man's happy cheer.
What's happening? What made all this start?
People who are killing obviously have no heart.
Children scared, they call for mum and dad.
They're calling for the people they now not have.
The gun shots go all day and night.
The fighters hold their positions tight.
People have come to help, come to save them all,
But they too turn and fall,
So now don't close your eyes.
See and feel all the suffering people's cries.
They need our help; they need a hand.
They need people like you and me who can understand,
So get up off your couch,
Put on a uniform and don't slouch.
Learn the rules of a fair fight.
Help the bad people know what's right.
War has come to end.
War has come to end.Latest Shared StoryI can see what you write and totally agree with you, I may not be in a war but my family lived in Iraq until my brother got killed there. His family lives now in Netherland but they still...
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40. Prayer
The World Needs Your HealingProtect 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.
Each of us may have our sins,
But remember us, Lord, and let this pandemic virus end.
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