Best Contagious Disease Poems
-Quarantine of the Soul-
Tranquil pills fall deep like the night
A sweet fangless course
Bites with no remorse
Your eyes struggle to read my ageless soul
Lost
Dark
You open a heart under Quarantine
The past
The present
The future
Stand in the way of what was and never will be
A contagious disease
I call "LOVE!"
(Past-- you came)
Somewhere deep inside --with you--
The Maverick
The Majestic
The Arriving Vessel of Light
I separated myself from the world
--to be with you--
I polished a new diamond night
With pleasures of meeting where our hearts began
Deep like the night, you woke my sleepless soul
Removing it from the safe harbor of the sea
-Isolated from all to see
No risk or chance, of smiling endlessly
(Present-- you set)
Tonight you fell from Mandalay
You spoke in a way that Cut my throat with truth
You detained my ego clouding the auspices sky
Allowing a smile
A tender peek into your heart
It spread in ways -- I wanted more
I kept deep until you found your way past the door
Persistent memories
In search of eternity
Tonight lets learn to live again
With no fear, I remove all labels
Making the moon and sun rise together
My love, my life now depends on you
(Future-- you left)
With no explanation
The age of Quarantine will forever set
You came to me
Set me free
Just to leave
Now you are a virus --- Just like them!!!
By: PD
i g n o r a n c e,
a contagious disease
turning specks of stars to stones,
burning bridges of life,
locked with names
engraved in gold and glitter,
leaving a s k y of sorrow
filled with ashes,
singing haunting lullabies
to the grieving galaxies,
as if there is no
space in the city of the clueless,
where walls are painted
with black diamond tears.
O watercolor forests,
where the moon sails above
trees of tranquility~
every raven has a nest to rest
when cold is the wintry eye,
roaming through dark alleys
where twilight sighs,
reverberates, and colors rise,
awakening hibernating rivers~
free-flowing like fine wine.
and here I weave
heartbeats with herbs of h o p e,
longing to waltz through
a sphere that sees
beyond
skin and i n k ...
You and I,
letting go of foolishness,
no longer spectators of actors,
dressed for a
carnival of chaos.
I am not your
defined nightmare,
echoing paranoia.
I am the silhouette of sunsets,
shaped in clover green,
signs of p e a c e.
I serenade for the weak,
with lyrics of love
amidst a choir of integrity.
see me as I am~
I am more than
the tale within narratives
you’ve long been taught…
illuminate your eclipsed soul
with sparks of
c o m p a s s i o n,
erasing egoistic stains
pulsating within veins of vanity,
for I breathe lilac and lavender,
drizzling from a lantern-filled horizon,
like jasmine raindrops
t w i r l i n g and s w i r l i n g
in tune to the rose rhapsody
of symphonic serenity.
Yet
silence
is the dialect
that speaks~
to sins that dwell within insensitive soils,
pushing roots to
s w e l l
in musical delirium.
What is happiness?
Just sadness a little less.
Or maybe a chance,
To party n dance.
As a matter of fact,
Happiness is abstract.
Today's sorrow
Can make you smile tomorrow.
Life is meant to smile,
Leave aside your worries for a while.
Let the colours fly,
Never may a soul cry.
To be happy is in your hand,
Don't wait for a reason grand.
Just look around you,
Contented are very few.
Happiness needs no occasion,
Its a game of positive vision.
It can change your life forever,
And let you fall never.
I, myself smile a lot
I maybe happy, maybe not.
It doesn't lessen your pain,
But, it does help you gain.
Its a contagious disease,
Let the virus release.
Be the reason, for a while,
Of someone's precious smile.
You might have a frowning brow,
But don't let your smile go.
Its one thing you can't buy,
And still spread to every guy.
Hope you get the message behind,
Don't be the fox that whined.
All I wish to impart,
Keep smiling till the world breaks apart.
"Smile an everlasting smile, A smile can bring you near to me..."
-Malvika
Set me free from the bondage you have
You wrapped me in and never let me out
Contagious disease swallowing me whole
To your expense I am not adjourn
Carry me over to where you rest
I beg you please to set me free
Without much further ado
Freedom I pray to bestow upon my feet.
Long days are coming
Seasons are fast approaching
I have quit to see the beauty of thee
Coz your bondages hid my eyes to peek
Tormented soul of thine
To your wilderness of foreign land
I have come to seek emancipation
Yet you moved it to a capital N-O
Why does your wings cover me
To the light of tomorrow that the world brings in
Are you jealous of it
Or you just want me be swallowed by your melancholic sea.
Free me I say
Free me I pray
Free me from your total darkness
Free me from the growling tears of stress.
Every night, the dreams begin
In every dark the dreams worsen
Whether it is a dark in the day
Or a dark in the night, the constant worry never gives a break
Worry is a mysterious torch
That carries no light yet it plays tricks on the mind
To believe so
To see so
Energy is focused on known and unknowns
Especially the unknowns
The sweating
The chest discomforts
The high blood pressures
The food cravings
The increased heart rate
If i stood by the bus station with my worry costume, people may avoid me
Others may start worrying, a contagious disease
Others may want to help but not know how
Others may relate to me and join hands with me
With the world so uneasy
One minute this, one minute that
The subconscious can be filled with the constant fear of what if someone came to my job and started shooting
What if the minute i open my house door, i'd meet my death
What if i don't even have to leave my house, because someone is already planning to drop a bomb
It never gets better
The facts of life, O birds and bees,
how getting aroused, can trigger a sneeze,
Weird as it seems, science explains,
this behavior’s no contagious disease,
Apparently nasal erectile tissue,
caused this quirk during evolution,
Was used to discern erotic pheromones,
isn’t that a nice upstanding resolution,
Autonomic reflex gets overloaded,
in which we have no control,
If you have a secret admirer,
an Achoo! could betray their goal,
Now I’ve opened Pandora’s box,
let the cat out of the bag,
Instead of social distancing,
sneezes might encourage a shack,
This poem has some side effects,
even strange permutations,
God bless you! never be the same again,
could construe carnal allegations,
Strange this evolutionary mixup,
is still embedded in our genes,
Contemporary signals of interest,
usually belay bulging jeans,
I’m going out on a limb here,
for better no definitely worse,
Did we humans in our primeval past,
grunt prelingual dirty words,
So many questions surround,
basic instincts of procreation,
Least of which erogenous zones,
are open to interpretation,
Like whispering sweet nothings,
a turn on, in each other’s ears,
Call out the ex’s name by mistake,
your lusty night might end in tears,
So if dressing up like Snow White,
and think someones getting sleazy,
Take it easy on the small guy,
he may just be acting out sneezy.
By
David Kavanagh
Rapacious Itch
It felt things coming,
The undeniable bottom feeder reality,
Where thought had no credulity,
Where irrational emoting ruled,
Void of mind’s prep,
Blind of light’s revealing purpose.
Such remained
This well-rehearsed and produced
Pulp life infestation.
It remembered…
Once many clambered to the marble steps,
Where dreams born of teachings
Promised delivery of reward.
But today…
All that is found
Is perpetuation of schoolyard practices,
Where bullying,
Mocking,
And “my dick is bigger than your dick” war-cries
Intimidate life’s playground with slippery slopes.
Down 5th Avenue,
Up Park Avenue,
The viral contaminants parlay their wears,
A far more contagious disease than Ebola.
And it knows…
Unlike a possible cure for a biological virus,
This consumerism equation seems without solution,
Given little of non-material worth remains
Visible on the species’ blackboard mess.
Today’s squirming parade of absence
Is dominated by the pounding of urban-warrior chests,
Of Armani jackets atop unlaced “made-to-look-raunchy” boots,
Ken Doll fantasies courting the strut of Barbie Doll dreams
Clicking attention with stiletto heels
Beneath ripped shorter than short-short insecurity.
On it spreads,
Past the Wall Street reviewing stands,
Where unlike the fickle nature of society’s infection,
Market makers understand a fever’s ups and downs,
Vulnerability’s capricious norm endorsing today’s
Debauchery fashion to Trump-taste,
Loudness to drown out worthy music,
Shock to shatter the true awe of discovery,
And the drowning of excellence
As it continues its desperate clinging,
All while mediocrity’s narcissistic sell-off
Creates another closing-bell windfall.
The pestilence holds firm its lock on discernment’s immune system,
Mutating daily into a mind-shrinking captivity,
A synaptic virulence rapidly rendering this once simple discomfort
Into an insatiable itch that will never realize its pursuit of “Ah!”.
Liveing as a bipolar isn't always easy
I know I need help
But I don't know were to turn
I've tried to get professional
But they all turned their backs
Noone understands
I didn' ask to be this way
It just happened to turn out that way
I'm not a bad person
I just need a little help
I'm not any different then you
I just have mood swings
Bipolar isn't a contagious disease
You wont catch it if you talk to me
I just need some help
Some medication to take
Yolanda?
You are a stranger,
weaker than our strength,
we are too proud for our scientific breakthroughs,
you are softer than a cotton ball,
more delicate than a tamed sheep,
as passive as the most beautiful nature,
we really thought of you about that,
and we abused you,
deforested, polluted, and raped your royal environment relentlessly,
still you managed to accommodate our bulgar display of shameful disrespect,
no matter what we do,
you just shed tears to appease our insatiable greed.
But our wickedness is fast spreading like contagious disease,
giving you so much pain,
it irked you violently,
the irritation reached the point beyond your capacity of toleration,
you gathered strength,
something has to be done to cure and contain the bacteria of destructiveness that contaminated the humanity.
Time has come,
you stood up and cried no more,
the tears in your eyes turned into unthinkable anger,
unleashing the wrath beyond human imagination,
the strength of the wind you brought,
blew us like little match sticks,
our coconut plantations totally uprooted,
devastated our homes,
the havoc that you wrought were more powerful than our nuclear inventions,
it destroyed our aspirations,
everything around us turned into a terrifying nightmare,
even our strongest technological materials turned into pieces of garbages,
they could not even stand against your prowess,
the height of the tidal waves you brought,
swept us into the sea like dusts,
flattened our communities into primordial dump site,
you wiped our cities and homes out,
along with our dreams,
washed our modern structures out like pieces of torn papers,
even our scientific inventions could not stop your rage.
Yolanda?
Pretending to be weaker,
who dine and sleep with us,
actually a mass murderer,
just looking for the right time to kill us all,
and leaving thousand of dead souls litter the streets.
But,
Yolanda,
you are a respectable teacher,
the lesson you taught,
though very painful,
yet worth learning from it,
we realize that we are just humans,
abusive humans whose capacity is nothing compared with the magnitude of your strength,
and we learn to humble ourselves before you.
Beware the loose tongue
Spewing out mean, nasty words
Contagious disease
Harming the self and others
Inner longing for solace
June 1, 2021
I arrived early today for the appointment made months ago,
And began the interminable wait to see the medico.
When I checked in it was already half-past noon.
The nurse said, "Take a seat and we'll be with you soon!"
The room was full of people in every kind of condition.
I thought, "Lord! Have mercy! Deliver me from this perdition!
While waiting I'll surely contract a contagious disease I fear,
And be much worse off than when I arrived in here!"
I thumbed through time-worn magazines dating from nineteen fifty-three,
And stared with glazed eyes at unctuous soap operas on TV.
Swallowed stale coffee by the liter from a styrofoam cup,
Not so patiently waiting for my name to be called up!
I tried to snooze but that soon became a sad delusion,
With rowdy kids and constant babble - just too much confusion.
The little old lady next to me told of her every pain and ache,
As I lent a compassionate ear, striving to stay awake!
I was almost tempted to order in a scrumptious pizza pie.
My stomach was growling and suppertime was drawing nigh.
When at last the nurse in all her puffery before me did loom,
And finally ushered me into the harried doctor's examining room!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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Is it early in the day?
Is my fingers faster than my heart
Or my heart beats faster than yours
Are my eyes running ahead of my, your legs?
Is this a contagious disease or plague of two?
Are these common symptoms
or an isolated case?
Are you immuned against the ancient poisoned arrow?
Am I the only one who has caught the bug?
Do you feel what I feel?
Do you see what I see?
Have you found a cure so quick,
Whereas, I think what ails us is eternal?
Is your timepiece + or -?
Is it early in the day?
To make little wishes and see them
To think that this is for real
To believe that this our little thing
Will see us all the way and outlast both of us
is it early in the day?
COVID-19 a contagious disease
inherited from SARS-COV-2 borne
a new killer disease, called coronavirus.
Weak immune system, a havoc to your
frail body, exposure can kill anybody.
Quarantine, I’m afraid they’ll force, if I didn’t
cancel my flight to Japan, to meet my
Gogyoshi Master Taro Aizu san this coming
March 10, hoping,won’t offend, to cancel by
choice due to pleading voice and pandemic panic.
Cancelling flights a toil, for some airlines, who
don’t care, the money you paid, will fade.Not a
penny reimburse, for traveling expenses was not
properly address. Spending 19 hundred dollars,
a dread and hard to tread, to recover the bread.
I wrote a Monoku about bamboo and Zen ~ found it fun, and then
I was totally obsessed with writing more ~ so I wrote twenty-four
monokumania is a disease ~ with rhyming end words ~ yes, please
seventeen syllables per line ~ if you get addicted, it's a sign
that you have been infected, for sure ~ it's contagious and there's no cure
* Credit to David Kavanagh for the word-Monokumania.
On my doorstep it lay
At thine feet thence went
My faith thou flyeth
Under the cloud where lains trouble
Above the cloud took me in a swoop
Thou flyeth my faith in trouble
Like smoke and water won't be controlled
Contagious disease won't be contained
So flyeth the faith which sets me above all
On my doorstep it lay
At thine feet thence went
My faith thou flyeth!!!