Best 2020 Poems


Premium Member 2020 and 2021

Twenty-twenty on his deathbed lies.
Most saw him with disapproving eyes.
Some prospered as they watched him grow.
But many looked at him
as a son of woe. Though
no wars did he bring -
his praises we
shall surely
never
sing.

In 
our minds
has grown an
embryo – our
hopes now pinned on him.
This unborn child – will his
youth be sweet or grim? Will we
be proud to watch him grow? One can
never know! Oh, Twenty-twenty-one,
in your brother’s footsteps please don't follow. 

Dec. 30, 2021

A Year of Smiles In 2020

Goodbye to Old Year
Please come in New One
Changes happen anyway
What was impossible becomes 

Be gone sad yesterdays
I really hope you stay away
Imagine another brand New Year 
And the same old problems again

Adios to me before
This New Year can't be the same
I'll surely get into big big trouble
If I keep making the same mistakes I've made

Au Revoir to my innocence
I accept I'm on my own
I need not try to fake it anymore
Maybe this the last year I'll ever know

Welcome 2020
Changes I will explore
I know there'll be happy and sad moments
Some memories I'll adore

I embrace YOU wholeheartedly 
Wishing all my friends and family
Love Health and Prosperity
A Year of Smiles in 2020

Premium Member Monday Monokus - Oct 2020

These were my first five "Monday Monokus":

"Three Monokus walk into a bar"  posted 28 Sept 2020

don't challenge Death to a pillow fight         or you will face Reaper cushions

"Mr. Descartes, will you join us?"       "I think not", he said, and disappeared

the only time that cows will fall asleep              is when it's pasture bedtime


Attribution: these one-liners were found online and the sources are unknown


"Good Moaning to You"  posted 5 Oct 2020

Buddhist monk walks up to a hot dog stand:      "make me one with everything"

this sign seen at a butcher shop:      "our lean beef comes from 2-legged cows"

there are just 2 kinds of people that drive me crazy       those that can't count


Attribution: the first of these 3 one-liners was found online and the source is unknown. The other two were (to my knowledge) original to me.


"COVID Crazy"  posted 12 Oct 2020

during covid I sit around           like a head with its chicken cut off

I'm doing my first marathon this weekend      hmm, netflix or hulu?

did you wake up grouchy today        or did you allow him to sleep in?


Attribution: these one-liners were found online and the sources are unknown


"Avian Flew"  posted 19 Oct 2020

indiscriminate lovebirds        may contract a canarial disease

a few unprotected canaries      have been known to contract cherpes

...most get lucky and are greatly relieved       to find out it's tweetable


Attribution: I first heard this 3-part joke from my father-in-law many years ago. The source is unknown (I'm pretty sure he didn't make it up...)


"News Flash"  posted 26 Oct 2020

"toilet stolen from local precinct      police have nothing to go on"

"marijuana bill snuffed out      by a Congressional Joint Committee"

the News is where they tell you "Good Evening"      then explain why it isn't

Attribution: these one-liners were found online and the sources are unknown
© John Watt  Create an image from this poem.


2020

they say "hindsight is 20/20" 
is it easy to validate what is behind us
like a storm that causes mass destruction and death
get indemnity for what is lost, even when it's time?

spring had sprung, winter clung
no way to vitiate the damage being done
as we sit inside looking out
watching nothing but time passing by

even shadows are stilled in silence
while we stare across the horizon's edge
at morning's rise and fall
counting stars more than days
just to fill the voids in life

we patiently await for something more
seeing our tears trickle from skies
as our screams fall from birds gathering nearby
volant in their freedom while we are caged 
trying to find our way out of this maze
that 2020 has become...
awaiting on hindsight 

5/23/2020

Soliloquy of a Puppetmaster 2020

Now is the summer of our discontent
Made glorious opportunity for change
And all the clouds that lower on our land
In the bosom of the media rearranged

While I who have no mind for fair concord
Determine to conspire and prove the fiend
And hate the idle pleasures life affords
Ensure conflict is harvested and gleaned

Plots have I laid, inductions dangerous,
To instigate a man against a brother
Black history I will exploit to thrust
In deadly hate one race upon the other 

Soft hearted folks I will manipulate
And play upon their heartstrings for my schemes
Their sympathy emotions shall dictate
Virtue signalling conformant to woke memes

To activate my hidden plan I’ll move
Self righteous useful pawns - give delegation
With peaceful protests (who could not approve?)
Though they shall lead to ruinous conflagration

The people will rise, call for a redeemer
When old regime has made a full contrition
To save the nation, be a chaos healer
I’ll, with reluctance, undertake the mission

Then my control shall be with iron fist
Surveillance of the people I’ll refine
And cohorts of young zealots I’ll enlist 
The name: ‘Beloved Leader’ shall be mine

18 June 2020

Dear Corona, From Class of 2020

Tassels are turned, and caps are in the air,
High school ends just like that with a handshake.
This is a day we’ve been waiting to share
But now, everybody’s health is at stake. 
With no parties, no way to celebrate,
How do we mark our great accomplishments?
Maybe by summer, we’ll see our classmates,
But then it’s on to college assignments.

Pack up, move out, now your life’s in a dorm.
Usually there are some hugs and tears. 
First day of class is not the high school norm,
But we quickly find friends among new peers.
Corona, you’ve seized prom, graduation...
Please don’t touch our college education.
© Ava Loch  Create an image from this poem.


The Last White Rose of Summer 2020

I watched it as it was born in the drenching rains of spring, 
Cool condensation drops left over from winter's cold, 
As it grew and grew and finally pedaled 
Into a white, but, quite young rose. 

As a child of youth, it swayed in spring and summer 
Breezes, winds and gales, heat and cold, 
Its petals enlarged and its fragrance became 
A daily delight to inhale whenever bumble bees had gone. 

Maturing, it grew beautifully, along with its siblings, 
Arrayed upon so many branches of its home, the rose bush tree, 
And provided me a diversion by its beauty from my daily 
Worries and concerns - and life's hustles and bustles. 

But alas, summer could not sustain itself beyond its appointed time 
And began fading into fall, that time of red, yellow, brown and golden leaves, 
Browning and dying tall grasses, shortening daylights and cooling evenings, 
Deep into this Indian summer, onward towards winter’s cold and snows. 

It gradually lost a pedal here, a pedal there, a pedal every other day 
And finally had but one white pedal left which I watched fall floatingly 
Down upon browned and yellowed grasses dying, leaving but its sprig 
Upon its home rose tree branch in September breezes. 

It had lived. It was bloomed and went through its cycle of days and months, 
Sunrises, sunsets, moon sets and moon rises of silver shines, 
Folks admiring its beauty and inhaling its stirring fragrances, as I had done, 
And in its time succumbed to natures laws of life and death. 

If it did nothing else, such as make a great discovery, climb Mt. Everest, 
Win Olympic gold medals, become pope in the Vatican, it did a greater thing 
In reminding me life is short; we must enjoy it now – it will be gone tomorrow 
 - This last white rose of summer. 

W.C.Hull © 2020-23-9-772 (D)
© W.C. Hull  Create an image from this poem.

The Tears of 2020

Fierce winds are blowing

In this dance of the raging sea

A thundering voice is calling

Disaster and misery

Great storms are warning

Flooding and catastrophe

Fears of a world epidemic

Now rioting in her streets

It’s time for reformation

A change for humanity

Only the strong will survive

The tears of 2020


Put on your raincoats

Pray your boat floats

Waves crashing mercilessly

Homes are drowning

Earthquakes coming

Daily dread of calamities


Fierce winds are blowing

Set firm your anchor

In the tears of 2020

Premium Member Full Circle - 2020

Happiness is heaven, ecstasy gratifying
Sensual and satisfaction zest and delight.
I am quite confident; it comes all the year round.

It comes in the springtime when new buds appear
And nature's perfume fecundates the parks.
The season is warmer and children can play,
Listen to them, it’s laughter all the way.

It comes in summer, with hot and humid days,
We lie near each other savoring our ways.
The sea is calm and bathers can enjoy
Both a refreshing swim or some cold lollipops.

It comes in autumn with air that's so crisp
As the first snowflakes bring down the red dry leaves.
Thanksgiving is organized, a sumptuous feast.
Tilled harvested fields prepared as the chill is a beast.
 
But wet windy winter comes cold and hoary days
Snowfalls cover the roads and all stay snug in homes,
Everywhere fireplaces radiate warmth and shelter,
For many people think that happiness is not far away.

And so, as the year draws to a miserable end,
Let’s open a bubbly, and happy greetings send.

One More 2020 Tragedy

Jan's cucumber* got quite a spin
From a lady who did not like men
It worked like a charm
And caused her no harm
But got dumped in the rubbish bin

*queuing_for_his_cucumbers_-_bawdy_1277298

Premium Member May 20th 2020

mourning cloak passing
       wing beats of a butterfly
          the softest of drums

Haiku 2020- About His Flower

neighbour's hibiscus
-unfurling in my tea-cup
last yellow petal

The World Is Turning Upside Down 2020

The world is turning upside down
Covid 19 is all around
Numbers are growing without bound
Protests, killing, riots
and lots of bloody fights

The world is turning upside down
Most of the world leaders are just clowns
The best in the world pound for pound
For telling lots of lies
While the world just cries

The world is turning upside down
Who the hell is the fkn crown?
And why is she wearing such a fancy gown?
Statues are tumbling
As the crowd is are a'rumbling

The world is turning upside down 
2020 will go down with a frown
Never in history to be found
Lots of people will die
No matter how much they cry

Premium Member Christmas Kisses 2020

Alas Christmas Day is fast approaching,
With fluffy white snow and chill encroaching,
And all we could do is dream of kissing,
With pandemic, all the bliss I'm missing.

Should we go and buy some green mistletoe?
It would be void, we'll miss all afterglow.
So with thick masks to protect our faces
We can only pray and hope for graces.


Just passing 
the time away.

Premium Member Covid 19 April 2020

It's twenty twenty there is a new threat
A virus with no cure as yet.
Its a pandemic, its all around.
An antibody needs to be found.

Globally politicians and proffesionals have aired.
A lockdowns required people are scared.

The advice that been given is very sound.
Stay at home save your pound.
No save lives is what it's about.
For goodness sake don't go out.

Thousands of people have sadly died.
More to come scientists confide.
No cure at present we must isolate
Joe public's lives are in a state

Schools being closed indefinitely.
What to do with the children, 'Help me!!'
Exercise daily but only once a day
The kids just want to go out and play

Daily shopping is frowned upon
All hand cleaner and toilet rolls have  gone
People panic buying what's so wrong 
Vulnerable people can't be out too long

Go to work if you can
Or work from home like I am
Stay at home with your family
Protect them from this uncertainty 

The emergency services are doing us proud.
I hope you all clapped really loud
Community groups have stepped up too
They are here to help me and you.

So please everyone listen to the advice
Stay at home or throw the dice
It's not just you that will be hurt
It's others around you that's a cert.

Get a Premium Membership
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a Premium Membership.
Book: Diverse Voices: The Poetry of Human Rights and the Pursuit of Peace