Best Coronavirus Poems
Let's All Drink to Lockdown
by Jan Beaumont ©
I'm normally a social girl
I love to meet my mates
But lately with the virus here
We can't go out the gates.
You see, we are the 'oldies' now
We need to stay inside
If they haven't seen us for a while
They'll think we've upped and died.
They'll never know the things we did
Before we got this old
There wasn't any Facebook
So not everything was told.
We may seem sweet old ladies
Who would never be uncouth
But we grew up in the 60s -
If you only knew the truth!
There was sex and drugs and rock 'n roll
The pill and miniskirts
We smoked, we drank, we partied
And were quite outrageous flirts.
Then we settled down, got married
And turned into someone's mum,
Somebody's wife, then nana,
Who on earth did we become?
We didn't mind the change of pace
Because our lives were full
But to bury us before we're dead
Is like red rag to a bull!
So here you find me stuck inside
For 4 weeks, maybe more
I finally found myself again
Then I had to close the door!
It didnt really bother me
I'd wile away the hour
I'd bake for all the family
But I've got no flaming flour!
Now Netflix is just wonderful
I like a gutsy thriller
I'm swooning over Idris
Or some random sexy killer.
At least I've got a stash of booze
For when I'm being idle
There's wine and whiskey, even gin
If I'm feeling suicidal!
So let's all drink to lockdown
To recovery and health
And hope this awful virus
Doesn't decimate our wealth.
We'll all get through the crisis
And be back to join our mates
Just hoping I'm not far too wide
To fit through the flaming gates!
A monster now has been set free
in this once land of liberty.
This 'Frankenstein' divided us
due to the Covid vaccine fuss.
Glib leaders 'round the table sit-
like at a tea party, commit
to brews concocted every day
that keep their madness on display.
Vaxxed diss the unvaxxed for the spread
who say the choice is theirs instead.
Yet, now those jabbed can get sick too;
such dark unknowns hide what to do.
Now masking is for everyone;
the vaccinated thought they won.
Again, each needs to hide their face
as noteless beings in our space.
Divided families now fight-
each side pleads other see the light.
One side has faith in trial vax;
the other, side-effects attacks.
This monster 'Frankenstein' digs deep
into our hearts and minds to keep
division strong till final test
steals each free will as repossessed.
This freak is fierce, released from hell
by leaders that now undersell
the freedoms of democracy-
for bondage of bureaucracy.
August 3, 2021
~1st Place~
Contest: Frankenstein Tea Party 2021
Sponsor: Joe Maverick
Judged: 09/26/2121
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.
It arrived in total silence
unobserved and in disguise
crept deep-rooted undetected
then it took us by surprise.
Some declared coronavirus
was no whirlwind, nor a blast;
like most objects ‘made in China’
they assumed it would not last.
Till it spread to every country
like wild fire, beyond control
causing havoc amongst thousands
and the lives of many stole.
Quarantine and isolation,
panic, stress and bouts of fear;
above all signs of depression,
the way forward, dark, unclear.
Now it’s time to stick together
find the strength not to succumb
to the foe, but with conviction
we shall rise, we’ll overcome.
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Placed 1st in Brian Strand's
Pick 2 Contest (April 2020)
"V"irus now controlling the world.
"I"n every home changes are coming.
"R"un to the store to get what you need.
"U"se peace not fear to escape the stress.
"S"un rises, sun sets with more deaths each day.
Date Written: 3/13/2020
Not-So-Heroic Couplets
by Donald Trump
care of Michael R. Burch
To outfox the pox:
kill yourself first, with Clorox!
And since death is the goal,
mainline Lysol!
No vaccine?
Just chug Mr. Clean!
Is a cure out of reach?
Fumigate your lungs, with bleach!
To immunize your thorax,
destroy it with Borax!
To immunize your bride,
drown her in Opti-cide!
To end all future gridlocks,
gargle with Vaprox!
Now, quick, down the Drain-o
with old Insane-o NoBrain-o!
Trump’s real goals are obvious
and yet millions of Americans remain oblivious.
—Michael R. Burch
Less Heroic Couplets: Just Desserts
by Michael R. Burch
“The West Antarctic ice sheet
might not need a huge nudge
to budge.”
And if it does budge,
denialist fudge
may force us to trudge
neck-deep in sludge!
NOTE: The first stanza is a quote by paleoclimatologist Jeremy Shakun in Science magazine.
Less Heroic Couplets: Miss Bliss
by Michael R. Burch
Domestic “bliss”?
Best to swing and miss!
Less Heroic Couplets: Then and Now
by Michael R. Burch
BEFORE: Thanks to Brexit, our lives will be plush! ...
AFTER: Crap, we’re going broke! What the hell is the rush?
Less Heroic Couplets: Dear Pleader
by Michael R. Burch
Is our Dear Pleader, as he claims, heroic?
I prefer my presidents a bit more stoic.
Less Heroic Couplets: Less than Impressed
by Michael R. Burch
for T. M., regarding certain dispensers of lukewarm air
Their volume’s impressive, it’s true ...
but somehow it all seems “much ado.”
Less Heroic Couplets: Poetry I
by Michael R. Burch
Poetry is the heart’s caged rhythm,
the soul’s frantic tappings at the panes of mortality.
Less Heroic Couplets: Poetry II
by Michael R. Burch
Poetry is the trapped soul’s frantic tappings
at the panes of mortality.
Less Heroic Couplets: Seesaw
by Michael R. Burch
A poem is the mind teetering between fact and fiction,
momentarily elevated.
Less Heroic Couplets: Passions
by Michael R. Burch
Passions are the heart’s qualms,
the soul’s squalls, the brain’s storms.
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Recently, my ears have heard
Some news that sounds quite absurd
My eyes can’t believe what they have seen
Is this for real, an outright global panic
Regarding the Coronavirus COVID 19
An epidemic that has turned pandemic
Has it been proved to be certain
That this is not a world government gimmick
I may be in serious denial when it
Comes to this coronavirus microbe
But it’s only because this is my worse nightmare
I am such an enormous compulsive germaphobe
Can’t even engage in my usual weekend shoppin’
Friends messaging all early saying, you better get to coppin’
But why rush, it’s my day off I’m home chillin’
Listening to my music cleanin’ and rockin’
They type back in all caps, EVERYTHING'S GOING FAST
I get to the store and of course it was too late
All the water and toilet paper scarce
In such a remarkably short time span
At least they still have disinfectant
Wait, why is Human Coronavirus
Listed on the Lysol can
Well, well, what do you know, it has began
Definitely have to stock up on some gloves and a mask
And if I’m going be under some kind of lockdown
Do I dare google where to buy a wine cask
Possibility of containment, no bueno
Too think, people been trying to warn us for years
I’m so mad I ignored the signs
Remained knowledgeable but yet comatose
I never thought I would live to see
The day where the world gets attacked by Thanos
Drink your herbal teas and keep up your immunity
You might want to also grab a zinc dose
I would hate for me or you to get a positive
Coronavirus COVID 19 diagnose
"Its corona time" they said
I really hope I don't wind up dead
Many people have such as Tom Hanks
He's been tested. It wasn't a prank
Stores are running out of Purell and toilet paper
COVID-19 is like a game and we are all desperate players
Wash your hands and say a prayer
Becasue coronavirus is everywhere
American healthcare is a joke
Government play on too many folk
Those who can't pay
Die everyday
Whilst Trump switches from Lysol to Coke
I’ve had enough of chicken soup,
it always tastes the same;
as COVID-19 sweeps the world
and leaves our loved ones lame,
Poetrysoup is just the thing
to ease away the pain.
Just today, in Italy,
I read that neighbors sing,
through open windows across the streets
while kept in quarantine.
Here, we neighbors of the world
now open up our screens,
and gather up our thoughts and words
and let our heartstrings sing.
The music of our keyboards carries far,
more quickly than a sneeze,
to make our fellow human beings
feel much more at ease.
Nearly neighbor, unseen friend,
let us share our songs,
across the streets of data bits,
no matter what the wrong.
March 13, 2020
Coronavirus Covid 19 contest
Sponsored by Team PoetrySoup
Wow, it turns out Trump was right.
I saw it on “the Onion” - posted overnight.
Scientists woke up today and the virus
was simply gone - the miracle - has happened.
And they said that Trump was wrong!
The once dying - started laughing
first responders broke into song
patients shrugged off ventilators
they can go back home where they belong.
That God has been so merciful
is a story ripped from scripture
and since Trump - the antichrist - is here
we can move on to the rapture!
Written by Gail DeBole
on March 13, 2020
Fictional poem
The First Real Case of the Coronavirus
(or The Coronavirus Stew Recipe)
Nobody knows that this is really the way
The Coronavirus came here to stay.
A witch who was looking for a new supper brew
Concocted a recipe of a tasty bat stew.
The recipe was easy, a few this and thats
One frog’s ear and a big black rat.
The ingredient that would make the stew fine
Was a bat’s wing marinated in wine.
All served on top of a Yew Tree Leaf
Who needed steak when she had bat beef?
The meat was cooked rare with a slight tinge of pink
And smelled like a mixture of evil and stink.
The next day her witch friends found her alone
In a position that could only be prone.
HAIBUN
You are electron microscopic size, but you possess infinitesimal power. Just a single strand of encapsulated RNA, yet you and your brothers SARS and MERS can sicken and kill more complex life.
Covid-19, virion unseen
Bring humans to their knees
Cowering and trembling
You spring up suddenly from nowhere and spread like fire in a parched forest. Devastating stock markets, stopping sports teams, halting concerts and forbidding gatherings over 250 souls. Quarantines of ships and planes. People greedily grasping, fighting and clawing for the important things in life: toilet paper, masks, cleaning supplies, paper towels.
A boon to corporations
Johnson and Johnson, Proctor and Gamble
Secretly happy you are around.
World wide you spread, showing no regard for race, boundaries or politics.
Italians, Iranians, Chinese,
Americans, Norwegians,
Japanese, Brazilians
The world caught unprepared. Scientists scrambling to develop a vaccine. All will breathe a sigh of relief when you cease your rampage. That is until you return, mutated, the same but different and we start all over again.
China reaches out for power
Over land and across the seas
Raging fevers crush the flowers
Of fragile weak humanity
Nothing known can quell the wake
As ripples drown the soul
Visions of this tragic fate
Interred as church bells toll
Rest for those no longer living
Under a blanket of broken sod
Sins without forgiving.. left to the will of God
It makes me so sad
To see people afraid
But the governor called a lockdown
And it must be obeyed
I've got the COVID-19, the pandemic Coronavirus blues
And I'm getting more depressed whenever I turn on the news.
The stores ran out of sanitizer
And I felt like I was throttled
When the cheapest price online
Was $20 a bottle
So I went down to the pub
To get some space to think
But all the bars were closed
And I couldn't even get a drink!
I've got the COVID-19, the pandemic Coronavirus blues
And I get more depressed whenever I turn on the news.
It's been weeks since I've seen pals
And now I'm left in the lurch
I got dressed up Sunday morning
But I couldn't go to church
Everybody's staying home now
And there's not a car on the street
And I can't even talk to you
Unless I'm standing back six feet!
I've got the COVID-19, the pandemic Coronavirus blues
And I get more depressed whenever I turn on the news.