Space outside She wants to make love,
When staying at home
If lockdown makes you feel grey "Don't go out" government asserts,
To how little control we really have. Have you seen domestics, putting safety first
At the same time, we may pass on without diving deep, without downloading . For shed become frigid
Share this: Twitter Facebook Loading. , Lockdown! A Poem written By Big Virge 23/3/2020, strange professions and true confessions from a lockdown town. I think a tiger lives in there;
Shops will open, buzzing again. *There was a man from bustling Zurich
You'll be okay again. Email 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. I know I'm new to your life,
Give light to all the darker moments
I miss Sea Cadets, school, my friends and my dad, So just admit defeat. Were so, so exciting -
Its a BAD case of Limerickitis.. >> I know I'm not the perfect fit. Dead men to the grave-yards going: It can unite us too, our fear. THEN he listened to experts commands. The candies for our little store,
Who due to a worldwide pandemic
And whistling
While we wait, have no fear
Is there something, anything, to alleviate my mental strain?! Our brains are now getting mushy. What fun! And children barred from friendships, left unschooled. Gosh, what a fright
By signing up to receive emails from Save the Children you will receive a subscription to our monthly eNews, access to breaking emergency alerts and opportunities to get involved. Just clear up the space
Quick, dear Mary, the car. For now, we must all toe the line
Im not trying to shirk,
Masks are useless at protecting you against the virus, but you may have to wear one because it can save lives, but they may not work, but they may be mandatory, but maybe not. Tip: Does it create a picture in your mind? A virus with a smiling heart of stone. Well give Caroline the last word: Staying in The first, second and fifth lines must rhyme and the third and fourth lines must rhyme. She is unable to contain the tears,
And when these days are over,
You might also want to check out some of these popular articles: I once wore a backpack and bellbottom pants. May God bless you all, keeping you well and safe. Freedom from this grim living hell. Which we sit If you enjoyed these love poems from lockdown, please consider sharing the post or subscribing to the blog. Both young and old must be prepared
Alone, but well-fed,
She's weakened my loyal resistance ! Among his fellows he is cast. Then he did it again. Became telly and Merlot,
Some will sadly die all alone. Now it's on the table: The Chinese-Leftist lie I tried to sell. Ill throw my arms open wide, Our fears keep us awake a night, seeing and hearing new cases every day, putting us in a state of total confusion, not knowing whats going to happen next. This poem, however, is about plague: specifically the pestilence of yellow fever which killed 5,000 citizens of Philadelphia in 1793. Be proud of how you cope. With little to do or to say
I miss sharing the fun times and that makes me sad. I don't typically write lyrics, but this felt right in the time. what plaguesthere is no knowing! This was a lovely poem. % Lockdown Limerick Challenge for you
I promise, I'll be a good Mask. Her children came home
Confinement The world's in bad shape, but it's not the end. R There was an old clanger called Major,
Yet it puts many into a funk, There was an old man called Dominic
is busy spreading fliers with her number Of the new pandemic flu. Pingback: Pandemic Poetry | Once uPUN a time Two fine novels on this theme are Journal of the Plague Year (1722) by Defoe and The Plague (1947) by Camus but Id rather read comedies at the moment ! When every corner is filled with gloom,
O'Rourke is a poet, essayist, and memoirist who was born in Brooklyn, New York in 1976. Open the windows of your soul Yes there is panic buying. His original post has received more than 19k positive reactions and has been shared more than 34k times. Having adventures watched by the human race, The Clangers and Michael form a tight-knit group
Still Boris kept on shaking hands
Which considerably raised my esteem. 0 Searching empty shelves, for nourishing food to eat? I babbled, spoke,
0 Poor Dom just didnt know
Just sitting on Touched by the poem? She was famous for starting
There once was a PM in lockdown
/Outlines Work hard, my weary body, please. {r while I just want to drown in those thoughts Those people who we've never met,
. Who used to like to go whalin
and made art and played . But with Covid we don't have a chance,
KATY, Texas Teachers everywhere are missing classroom life, especially their students. Continuing my drive, just the earth and me,
/Group Yes there is sickness. Found her social life suddenly stood still
LOCKDOWN LIMERICKS . Yes there is isolation. Because I just wanted to say
The sizzling buns with slabs of meat,
Tonight at 8, wherever you are,
Flutey-voiced in a cratery, knobbly, moony place
But if you stroke his fur
But those nurses and those doctors,
I wanted to go back to the time when I was very depressed and had nothing. She whispers under her breath,
And we'll be smiling face to face. With the chaos and madness, how can anyone survive? Listen to the birds sing
Philip Morin Freneau (1752-1832) was an American poet, polemicist, sea captain and newspaper editor who has been dubbed The Poet of the American Revolution. Were fighting a deadly pandemic
Though they go unnoticed, we can't do without them. At the minute, times are tough. But then you rescheduled.The sessions now take placeover Zoom and soI no longer see you. Tel: (206) 527-2266 But once it was said
WINNER. Rainbow string soup was the best,
The illustrations were my own doodles. I sent it to friends and family, asking them to read it, and to contribute money to support two charities - the Trussell Trust, who run food banks, and Crisis, the charity for the homeless. Who stockpiled cheap hand sanitiser
I may not be happy with this relationship right now, but I'm happy to have someone. Dear Dinah,
Spring is coming, Even if you havent been directly affected by the virus itself, you have surely suffered from the mind-altering impact of domestic confinement and public shutdowns. Will they find a cure? And live in a pink dressing gown. Lets all Pepuptheday says Bee ******
In March Boris chose to deny us,
Been in lockdown with Covid 19
If you said "Wuhan," they said "Go to hell. I don't know how I'm feeling. You know that deep down feeling
Dad, we know you love Fido a lot,
It's so much deeper than that. Sing. The bird's song was vapid, the flowers awaited May. Don't touch your face. who was especially fond of pulled pork
And do as we are asked
The streets were all empty, the pews were all bare. Your kind words have touched my heart. 0 But remember us, Lord, and let this pandemic virus end. To support this podcast you can purchase my ebook "Pandemic Poetry: The Covid Collection" on the Amazon Kindle store, all proceeds go towards keeping this podcast alive! But look up at the sun. Mary Latter (1725-77) was an English poet, essayist and playwright whose name has fallen out of the history books, but she gave us this dramatic evocation of living in a time of Contagion (published in 1759). But, Left her looking quite grim
A curate's egg, this,
I learned to read, I learned to write. That it infect not thee. Say, is there any From Italy, Mexico, United Kingdom, Nigeria and the Democratic Republic of Congo, their lockdown poems bring to life the experiences of children living through this pandemic. But I guess that something you knew, There once was a woman from Crete
During lockdown feels very alone
So, I penned 26 pages of limericks and poems to create a little book that I called "Lockdown Limericks". The Milkman and the Iceman had long since gone. But what we don't see
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To stop this Pandemic,
Thank god for Facebook and Zoom, There was a quiet woman from Dorking
afraid of our neighbours, our bread went unbutter'd. This battle must be won
With wives and children some flie, all for feare! Maud has grown her hair to her knee
Leaving usunhappy culprits! We vowed to never let it win. Meeting with my loved ones, Once again for the world and I. 2. Limerick city's mayor has said that if people don't behave, Limerick could potentially face a regional lockdown in the future. Yet we're close because we care,
Enter your email address to subscribe to this site and receive notifications of new posts by email. And, lordly, tramples on distress in anguish. Or Hungarian cat,
Can't promise I won't cry. Tim Dlugos, My Death. /Contents God will paint rainbows in the sky
To this demon who waits out there. I love how it is told from the mask's perspective! Share your story! I don't know if I'm sad. Of mockery and derision: adding, sly, I wanted to be alone again and trapped in darkness. When moved to poetry, Emer Prof John Bolton opts for writing limericks. The last two stanzas have kind of been my mantra in getting me through my bad days lately. Its like a little quarantine pardon. Photo Lydiane Mattio. I can't thank you enough. My days were filled with joy and fun. We smiled and laughed and she was fine. In high redundance of Typhonic rage, Message & data rates may apply. By Brian Clayton - Fun but did make us cringe! Many chose to do physical things to raise money. There was a young lady called Lyn
Touched by the poem? He ate it with bread
And blast them, execrable, into ruin! Vain, he struts The midnight drive when work was done. The ancient Roman poet Lucretius penned this didactic poem, whose title translates as on the nature of things, in the first century BC. its euphoria This Covid nineteen,
I'm really enjoying a lie-in,
It contaminates and does us harm
On Friday a picture of a goat
Stay home: thats the plan
Violence has no place. In a crowded place. But now all he's hearing is
Last night I heard Dad say to Mum,
To how big we really are. She faces her fears for us,
Promising with every call,
From the noses of strangers
An elitist, on others he looked down
And unable to roam
Alone we all sat, as the world slowly warmed,
Is pandemically a medical crisis
It's roaming around our land. She wore a nice dress
You know your friends all have their struggles,
Let's hope they do start in September! For they follow you about. The world was waiting there for me
I think I feel all right. They say that after just a few weeks of quiet And stare out at the sky. To Love. -in love, no matter what comes our way. The total amount we raised in the UK was 9636, which came to 11238 with Gift Aid. To ensure delivery of Save the Children emails to your inbox, add
[email protected] to your contact list. But one caller, Peter from Glen Iris, sent Ross and John a limerick about coronavirus and next thing they knew, their inbox was buzzing! A dashing young chap called Tom Moore
For nothing's ever made to last. This poem has been attributed to Kathleen OMeara (1839-88), an Irish-French writer, since it recently went viral in early 2020, following the COVID-19 outbreak. When I was born
The poem is a fine statement about not taking what we have for granted when a pandemic has passed. Stay home: right through the lockdown
Death proves them all but toys. A crowded theater Close your eyes for a minute's rest. Her carers helped out, With a spring cleaning bout,
Resided in Bourton th Water
If we do it this together, true joy we can find
How did poets of previous generations deal with, and respond to, plague and mass illness? Who was sick of being Locked In
Ross and Russel. We'll have a completely masked ball,
The sky is clearing, 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. I fell, I walked, I ran,
The future looked grim
0 One day we'll get that feeling -
Went off for the day
Be in and not out
T: 01242 236608 / E:
[email protected]. Mary Latter, Soliloquy XVI. Which is where the virus began,
writing has always been a passion (specifically poetry) so I just though to share. Our Heartbreaking world is becoming one great big mess. Can't go swimming in pools,
'Oh, how I miss my bed!'. Our thoughts, our will, our ways. but this morning I am feeling quite sick. Up near the stage, more often than not. His wife loved him all the more for his keenness. And our friends we must rely on
The African-American poet, publisher, activist, and performance artist Jayne Cortez (1934-2012) writes powerfully here about the importance of resistance, and although the resistance she argues for is political rather than biological, her poem contains the resonant words They will spray you with / a virus of legionnaires disease / fill your nostrils with / the swine flu of their arrogance Although this reference to swine flu gives the poem a twenty-first-century feel, it was actually published back in the early 1980s. >> Thank you for signing up! Determined to keep herself slim. And each receives what hunger longs to eat . This bored his wife rigid
The Nazis could not kill my wife. When leaving her home,
Look for the brighter color. Im embarrassed, I cant do these sums. I think of elders forced to die alone. Each fondly presses to her bounteous treat, His writhed hands did at the linen pluck; Current British poet laurate wrote a poem on the same theme see below. The author of this poem, Laura Kelly Fanucci, lives in Minnesota and writes a syndicated column titled Faith at Home which is published in Catholic newspapers in the US. They say that a hotel in the West of Ireland /PageLabels Now Im old, as you see,
Reflect on a happy, most memorable time. When he said "Yes" - for the NHS
0 Oh! They can close bars, concert halls and barbershops. Our world is now at war
Was it no? I just want a bit of respect
Maths, reading and writing,
Weve had social distancing picnics, social distancing walks, When my boss told me I was furlough
obj obj [ The illustrations were my own doodles. No, it isnt a flare of arthritis. Of love, of light, of hope. She won't stay in one spot. Thousands of people are dying with co vid 19
Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Despite their differences, their struggles are shared and they remain united in their hope for a brighter future. In the isolated crowd. Our casualties of war. But we cant wait to get back to our teacher. Who mourneth for the multitude dead here? It was concocted by our pets,
We all love to drink and to dance,
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'. Steams from th infernal furnace, hot and fierce, She replaces the sheets as tears flow,
We are all stuck indoors
The flowers will always bloom
He admired his wife for her wits. Take 30 seconds, be still in your mind;
In this epic poem, which is available in full on Google Books via the link above, Young tells the tragic tale of the plague that ravaged the island of Malta in 1813 (when Young happened to be visiting the island). The blossom will always grow. Share your story! Where they all like my face
Oh, a brave nurse, that she is. We wont compromise our fate to see a glowing nation without COVID-19 so stay safe, stay at home, we will see you soon. Gained some wrinkles and some pounds,
Seattle, WA98115 The spring was a ghost, as winter wither'd away. If its blood that you crave
Never before have so many children been out of school at the same time. To create edible life. Five months without physical contact, without a kiss. Jayne Cortez, There It Is. Or walk around waving your junk
This is perfect! And be forced to avoid world strife
(1). /Creator /JavaScript I don't know how I'm feeling. Touched by the poem? Some cake and wine and chocolate,
8 Yet, anger still consumed me, keeping me depressed and blue,
and shelter the homeless, the sick, the weary I worked by day and loved by night. 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. Whilst not technically the most brilliant poem, Freneaus Pestilence does pay tribute to the horror of the disease as it ravaged the new American city: Hot, dry winds forever blowing, We find it hard to eat, street children, poor homes, suffering, fending for themselves To just wear a mask
My hair is like a thicket;
Mum, wailed Cassandra, youre cruel. By that time, well all have gone mad. Im afraid that my family and friends will get sick. Some all alone, and others with their wives: Some in hot, and some in cold fits We are alone but still together,
0 Of her prowess at farting:
When Gran got her shielding letter
There was a young couple from York
All over the place
I know you won't need me for long,
We always had before. To convey what lies inside. But as she entered the park
But there does not have to be hate. We have detected that JavaScript is disabled in your web browser. Stitching a mask today out of an old bath gown. How sped Our political views mean nothing,
Who self isolated to avoid danger. But being unable
And set us free again. We all love our Kuenssbergs and Piers',
And focus on possible doom
Yet to cross our path. Thinking what we will get up to
Her withdrawal was evident to see,
A little piece of my reality during the darned COVID season. Listen, behind the factory noises of your panic There is a new virus in town
You will get stronger. I crawled, I stood on wobbly legs,
That way the virus wont get her. When you have to say goodbye,
Music Trees and Cheese Trees yarns for you and me, The Clangers live on a blue planet in space
The very next day
One thing makes me glad
Today Churches, Synagogues, Mosques and Temples I'm not here to start a new trend. But we found a way
Memories to cherish. These times are so difficult!! It was two meters long
And, at the same time,
To every volunteer coming forward like they have. On today's #One2ThreeShow The Poetry Podcast features a couple of lockdown limericks.. There's also new music from THE ANCHORESS, Ben Howard, Imelda May, Noel Gallagher, RONNIE WOOD, TOM JONES, BABY QUEEN, A CAUSE IN DISTRESS, Taylor Swift, WEEZER & more, plus Mark Searby's in for film . Or let our lights grow dim. Interesting Literature is a participant in the Amazon EU Associates Programme, an affiliate advertising programme designed to provide a means for sites to earn advertising fees by linking to Amazon.co.uk. << Our Solace unveiled by its wee acorn. As the sun warms the airs, and the rains wet its feet,
No sport, no pubs, no pop concerts,
I don't know how I'm feeling. Take comfort in knowing you are not alone. Is the salve that'll universally save us! A bed soon becomes vacant,
p|YoVv6 R?o. R Fax: (206) 527-1009 I think I want to cry. Yes, Lord, we are begging you hand in hand. Oh cry the best you can cry; I can feel the hold as it holds Our enemy creeps silently
with Joe as a covid butt kicking team. Since March 2020, the lives of billions of children been turned upside down due to the Coronavirus pandemic. His forgotten poem was published in 1818. I don't know how I'm feeling
The staff and the patients lying in their beds. And because it's leap year,
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
He liked to take her out daily for a bit of a punt
But she walked every day and stayed trim. They can be clever, naughty or topical and should give the listener or reader a smile or even a good belly laugh. We can longer go to school, we want to be in a learning environment /Transparency Until a vaccine was invented. They are best read with a whole page to view at a time. Once the darkness subsides. Why won't it go away? Im happy that I have a garden. Were here to support each other, as children we can lead to our capacity I once again felt happy and once again felt free. Find out more. Excellent topical poem to us all over the world with what we are faced with. /Catalog to touch across the empty square, Went into this with to-do lists ready, Challenges, recipes, meditating and steady. The girls I knew were pretty and bright. << Who was shielding so home had to stay
Her lips are actually trembling, you know,
There was a young lady called Ellie
Main Office Old in body, young in heart,
I may be a little older,
November 3, 2020 at 4:09 am Reminds me of that famous movie; "Dr. Strangeworld or How I Learned To Stop Worrying And Love The Yoke Of Oppression." A real classic. A round of applause
He deserves more than the news on a screen
Bringing within To sit and cry and wonder,
When all she wants is to swim in the sea. Without a single trace. 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. I don't know how I'm feeling. How to help It's our actions that define us-
0 There once was a family from Fife
A lump forms in the back of her throat. And keep that frown turned upside down, In Oxford I shield all alone
The fund grew and grew - it really is true
If we are in it together, it's not that bad; I think you'll agree. It has been hard, but we marked each one individually and from there made a shortlist and chose a winner. All Rights Reserved. Once, the world was infected,
Shielding in Bushey
We'll maybe take this moment
But there can always be a rebirth of love. Family by my side, There once was a woman called Kay
With some cable news
Learn about the 6 biggest challenges facing childre Our experts share tips on how to help grandchildren understand difficult social transitions, like being away from grandparents, due to the coronavirus outbreak. The plague is come, a gnashing Madman said, A funny limerick this time
And laid him down straightway upon his bed. This ending will be so hard to overcome,
And drew rainbows all over her skin! Will be gone and all erased. The circumstances in which we lost our mum. I'm a tutor, and I'm looking for great examples of poetry written by kids. Thinking, pondering, how could anyone thrive? The virus was just too strong. Receive our prayers that keep on pouring. But to discard me is a total disgrace. In heroic couplets, Young weaves a narrative poem out of the epidemic. You can open them by clicking on the icons below. Brother Richard shared his poem "Lockdown" in a Facebook post on Friday, March 13. One people standing strong. Limericks are brief, witty, memorable and familiar verses, providing one ideal format for recording and reminding us of our community experience of the pandemic. When the Covid pandemic was rife,
The arrogant prick
Keep thou back from the hot unwholesome wind, My friends and family, they're all fine. The King of Limericks is committed to the democratization of philosophy and spirituality, and to the idea that limericks can deliver something far more enriching than just dirty-minded double entendre.