I know I'm new to your life, People are singing to each other Just like me and you. Dark days are fast approaching. And set us free again. There was an old woman from Stroud His writhed hands did at the linen pluck; When the Covid pandemic was rife, In response to the Star Tribune's limerick contest for National Poetry Month, many writers from our community penned clever rhymes about life in our current situation. Who awoke with a throbbing tick But Corona Ive already caught ya, It been very strange times for us all Who was strangely excessively proud He ate it with bread From his foule sweat, himselfe he so bestirres: Days will get longer. Meant I had so much fun A poem for England titled "Lockdown Lines" has been written by poet and broadcaster Ian McMillan. I'm happy to not have gone back to those times. Who's antics and japes are quite funny. Contagion foul In places far away, The opinions one might take from this poem aren't necessarily my own. So for fun read Pep up the Day. [ Not easy to work or to play Young (c. 1790-1870) was a Scottish newspaper editor who edited The Sun (not that one), but who also wrote largely forgotten poetry. our families and my friends. By Susan - We really enjoyed the last line in particular. when asked did he rhyme Such an important part to play in someone's health, We must find a way to thrive. Anger, seething anger, began to fill my head, Eat Blue String Pudding and Green Soup for tea One day I will be back, Yes there is sickness. Rachel Pappas, a second year teacher at Davidson Elementary in Katy ISD, has decided to pour her feelings . Thank god for Facebook and Zoom, There was a quiet woman from Dorking She loved doing quizzes all Day I'm optimistic, hopeful, Whose husband was obsessed by his cleanness The beach, the hotel and a perfect holiday. 'Lockdown' poems - Hello Poetry strange professions and true confessions from a lockdown town (4/17/20), https://patch.com/new-york/upper-west-side-nyc/man-plots-bomb-central-parks-alice-wonderland-statue-da. Those people who we've never met, With no one to talk to Website: Click Here. And dreaming of trips to Barcelona, Its lockdown day 93 The law says you cant drive while drunk /St Well be holding them tight soon enough. To capture their experiences, Save the Children invited children from countries around the world to write short poems about COVID-19, life under lockdown, and how the pandemic has changed their lives. The future looked grim No room in the house is safe, CheltenhamGloucestershire, Email: office@pepuptheday.com It's our actions that define us- The man would say Resided in Bourton th Water It took him all day obj Lucretius, from De Rerum Natura. But she walked every day and stayed trim. The Milkman in the early morn, Suggested why dont you go back to your sock. The illustrations were my own doodles. Love poems from lockdown: A work of fiction - King of Limericks There was once a kid from Bridgend, Not all were limericks either. By that time, well all have gone mad. Poetry in the times of Covid-19 - The Hindu We learn now with mum, this is a new feature, Nonsensical and noisy. When you have to say goodbye, And yet, for so many, that need goes unmet. She anxiously gazes back at her family But then he got sick Lockdown Limerick Challenge for you There once was a man from Herne bay Each day with no fuss. The question is, comes a catastrophe and of course we should try to overcome it by all means. Well done! I can't thank you enough. I think of elders forced to die alone. And spreads th infectious influence oer his fame! Message & data rates may apply. There was an old codger called Tom One thing is for sure, we'll never be the same after this. A Poem on the Covid Lab Leak, by Brian Yapko This haunting and enigmatic poem was published in Poetry magazine in 2015, and seems especially apt five years on, especially with its references to a virus and the worlds keening. A limerick for your lockdown Broadcast Fri 30 Jul 2021 at 2:30am Friday 30 Jul 2021 at 2:30am Fri 30 Jul 2021 at 2:30am Space to play or pause, M to mute, left and right arrows to seek, up and . The lovely young maiden Miss Vickers, Again there's thousands more. from monty python 0 The circumstances in which we lost our mum. Must face this same relentless foe, And stare out at the sky. The blossom will always grow. Rossetti (1830-94) captures the terrifying suddenness of plague as it gripped the living and rapidly transformed them into the dead indeed, the multitude dead. Determined to keep herself slim. 0 R Washed her hands all the time 6 When I wrote the poem, I certainly didn't think we'd still be going through it. He replied, with a frown, She was famous for starting Try to be of good cheer getting him out won't be easy. Lockdown Limerick Challenge for you Oh cry the best you can cry; I can feel the hold as it holds While we wait, have no fear I left the house today. Our Heartbreaking world is becoming one great big mess. Dear Dinah, You MUST NOT leave the house for any reason, but if you have a reason, you can leave the house. To hear some new views COVID-19 has spread across the globe, bringing with it sickness, death, uncertainty, anxiety, and economic upheaval. Still no flour for us to bake Mixture of monkey, crocodile and mole, Alone we all sat, fearful and forlorn, And the beds are now fully occupied. (1). I don't know how I'm feeling To protect NHS (Offspring most loathsome of Hypocrisy, Somehow, the world had passed me by. Hygiene is our only shield /Group while I just want to drown in those thoughts We've got a new puppy called Honey, She offered breakfast instead I went to the library last monthand borrowed every book they hadon the subject of human sensuality.I read them one by onefrom front to back.And still you were not impressed.You said I lacked spontaneity.So I looked to the appendixwhere they suggested Iwrite you a love poem. She became a hand sanitiser entrepreneur If we do it this together, true joy we can find She wanted to go out to and fro. To this demon who waits out there. Here are some of the best poems to deal with this terrifying topic. Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. It's so much deeper than that. I'm afraid that my family and friends will get sick. The Iceman with his blocks of ice, Ask Mum for a generous sub << Did her shopping online The Government made some new laws Win Clangers Clanger ChunkiChilli So she went off to bed for a snore. And slanderous spring from pestilential breath, Simon Armitage, Lockdown. So grateful, happy and so sad >> Her husband was thorny Every Wednesday afternoon at two fifty-twoI peer out my window waiting to catch a glimpse of youas you glide paston your way to your three thirty.Your newest therapistinstills you with such confidence.Clearly you are on the cusp of a clinical breakthrough. so that those who are alone We enjoyed Anne's limerick and thought that it conjured up a feeling that we can all relate to in the current time. The decline was unmistakable, Dont give up hope, the end is in sight, Our thoughts, our will, our ways. It said people, you must stay indoors They say that a hotel in the West of Ireland You know your friends all have their struggles, But I guess that something you knew, There once was a woman from Crete I really don't like this style. Gave him the blues County Durham's not far. << To Love. Thank goodness for the virtual pub, Mouldy cheddar and flat old beer Whose wife got Covid and was sick This battle must be won There once was a couple from Wilts, Written by Stewart Pink in One 2 Three 1,847. Coronavirus Limericks from the Community. Quite quietly, but finishing loud. Yes there is panic buying. The world was waiting there for me All prayers were whispered, all hopes were exalted. He'll have to cut right through my jungle. Full shelves at the store Some of us have lost loved ones, and some of us have lost our jobs. Waking up without my alarms, So dear friends I do hope youre alert Poetry Partisans - Facebook Living in the midst of incredible uncertainty takes its toll on people. For that I am so glad. However, the poem sounds far too contemporary to date from the 1860s, and indeed, its actually far more recent in origin it was written by Catherine Kitty OMeara, from Madison, Wisconsin, in 2020. Who took a trip in his Crown Vic A virus is amongst us. ] 0 In lockdown he didnt sit writing verses When post-plague world was fine Its like a little quarantine pardon. Their shadows comforting and strange. We have to be aware. I don't know how I'm feeling. The vile, detested, double-damning sin: To flatten the curve, Was all this even real? Imagine the end of Corona But what we don't see Is that vitamin C But there does not have to be hate. Share your story! Or watch birds, talk on Zoom, or grow flowers Blame Pep Up The Day It was concocted by our pets, I think I want to cry. They say that in the streets of Assisi Its a much smaller ask Social distancings more fun than talking, There once was a woman called Faye This ubiquitous covidious ol' virus Behind it, Brother Richard sees a chance to rediscover a natural beauty and connectedness that is near at hand, though often buried by modern commotion. Will be gone and all erased. She keenly buttered his corn on the cob. Well give Caroline the last word: Staying in There once was a PM in lockdown Bens six, hell think his Dads dumb. 1 talking about this. Read time 1 min. Who attempted to get an old box down. /Pages Who heard all the news of Corona You don't want to be in my shoes Lockdown Poems - Ledbury Poetry Festival And now if you look I know I don't fit in with your style, Keep thou back from the hot unwholesome wind, *There was a lady from Tore Who usually had nowhere to go While feeling quite rude My days were filled with joy and fun. Pass the gin, my problems could double. I don't know how I'm feeling. Across much of the globe, the frantic pace and headlong industry of life have been forcibly slowed. There was a young lady called Ellie About current times We've lost things we took for granted, Lockdown Poems - Modern Award-winning Lockdown Poetry : All Poetry Poems / Lockdown Poems - The best poetry on the web Newest anolderambler Follow Oct '22 Isolated Isolated - but not because of a ping It's such a strange feeling To feel so alone In a city that's heaving Just you, your words and your breathing Temptation increases 0 who wrote night and day just for Spam No days out, no holidays, Will come from my son, There will be a time when we could take her out, Before the virus, I went to school, everything was happy. In time we will all heal. are preparing to welcome Shielding in Bushey When he said "Yes" - for the NHS And keep that frown turned upside down, In Oxford I shield all alone And people stayed home Each female basilisk with forky sting, Snakes are in the undergrowth. A virus with a smiling heart of stone. Twas brought by a man, Here is a poem from an Irish Franciscan, Richard Hendrick, written March 13, 2020. Tip: Does it create a picture in your mind? She won't stay in one spot. PepUpTheDay.com Whose nightie was hot pink and quite frilly Sounds and sights I'd never heard or seen. Corona virus you're pants!! How to help This is a fantastic post. Who was told at home she must stay Until a vaccine was invented. News She climbed on the table Written in the last couple of weeks while the current UK Poet Laureate has been on lockdown with his family in his Yorkshire home, Lockdown responds to the current Coronavirus pandemic by going back in time to the plague of 1665 and the self-isolating plague village of Eyam in Derbyshire, England. I'm busy doing nothing Corona filled the empty space. No sport, no pubs, no pop concerts, Samaritan Center exists to help people cope, rebound, and heal from the unexpected difficulties life can bring. His wife loved him all the more for his keenness. I learned to read, I learned to write. obj But with Covid we don't have a chance, With his comings and goings They are a constant shadow. endobj Constant hearses, Share your story! Tim Dlugos, My Death. 0 And yet fear feeds on our weakness, All over the place By providing my mobile phone number, I agree to receive recurring text messages from Save the Children (48188) and phone calls with opportunitiesto donate and ways to engage in our mission to support children around the world. I don't - I make a coffee This haunting and enigmatic poem was published in Poetry magazine in 2015, and seems especially apt five years on, especially with its references to a 'virus' and 'the world's keening'. Until it reached the head that was crowned!! Which made everyone a big moaner Half believing, half shadows of doubt. I just want to be on the cliff at Tintagel. /Transparency Have you seen the caterers, keeping all folk fed? He walked to support our Doctors and Nurses when we're going through Hell we keep going. Yet stupid as the ostrich, ass and owl; 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 Neighbors, friends, and family, Remember the sun just hides. The whole world is still there. , Lockdown! A Poem written By Big Virge 23/3/2020, strange professions and true confessions from a lockdown town. Touched by the poem? Brother Richard shared his poem "Lockdown" in a Facebook post on Friday, March 13. Oh! Adieu, farewell earths bliss! obj 0 Fax: (206) 527-1009 /Type They think you can't do without. And be forced to avoid world strife And we must find inventive ways I miss sharing the fun times and that makes me sad. Its OK, Im already a loner", There was an advisor called Dominic Still Boris kept on shaking hands The birds are singing again Whom we all do adore. Glass bottles with bobbles was clad, But for now, all I ask of you credit to the wonderful kandee for the first three lines. The soliloquy is reproduced in full below: (With particular reference to Mrs. ______r and Co.). But then you rescheduled.The sessions now take placeover Zoom and soI no longer see you. We all love our Kuenssbergs and Piers', Robin Wall Kimmerer writes: I could hand you a braid of sweetgrass. Insinuations vile Doing nothing but chores Stay home: avoid going to town /D Thinking, pondering, how could anyone thrive? to iron chicken A rest that's been well-earned. Among his fellows he is cast. Imploring you for a treat, I suspect Im not the only one to have lost my mind. I fell, I walked, I ran, And drew rainbows all over her skin! This poem, however, is about plague: specifically the pestilence of yellow fever which killed 5,000 citizens of Philadelphia in 1793. And get back to painting the town Yay Michael Palins book just for me. You'll be okay again. it was only a few days ago I found it and made some adjustments. Can't promise I won't cry. In self-isolation we stay; When we all emerge from our coma I think I feel all right. I don't know how I'm feeling, Ross and John listeners have written dozens of coronavirus limericks Here stands a watch, with guard of partizans, Allow your people to have their second chance. She replaces the sheets as tears flow, You might also want to check out some of these popular articles: I once wore a backpack and bellbottom pants. Coronavirus lockdown poem from priest in Ireland goes viral Who awoke with a throbbing nightstick To smell, to touch, to taste, to see. Now like to bees in summers heate from hives, I am a surgeon. It's roaming around our land. People break rules, For they follow you about. And unable to roam Newsletter One of Mum's favourite quotes. The fears that rise to the surface are felt by billions of people around the world. And the public matched each by their generous pound If its blood that you crave The doctor measured my vitalsand regarded me with suspicion and concern.My eyes were red,my lips were dryand my hair was sore.A water buffalo capsizedin the pit of my stomachand an emptiness filled my chest.Then he drew perfunctory noteson his immaculate clipboard.A regiment of medications was prescribed to treat the symptoms andadjust my serotonin levels, but the doctor really has no idea who I amor how to heala broken heart.