Best Quarantine 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
A significantly different day
No bread or milk
empty for toilet paper
Reduced opening hours in grocery stores
- Home insulation with
respiratory infection
Rationing on medicines
School closes -
no leisure activities
No daycare
No bus or taxi
No traveling abroad
All aboard aircraft and boat
must in quarantine
Large preventive measure
Dramatic cut in hotel beds
The church cancels all services
Closed office buildings
No cinema or theater
Today our first victim
as a result of the coronavirus
My deepest condolences to the family
~ "Normal life" is paused
Let this time bring out the best in us
12.03.2020
Coronavirus Covid-19 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Team PoetrySoup
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Under quarantine, I am asked, along with many other people,
to stay inside my house -
except if I should go out for necessity’s sake.
I have no quarrel with this.
In fact, I count myself fortunate that I am not required
to drive a semi like my husband, who has asthma.
Nor must I work in a hospital, like my sister,
who has to work inside one to help support her family.
I am not forced to work facing a stream of customers inside a grocery store,
irate because they find no toilet paper in the store.
I do not have to work at any job in order to maintain health insurance
or feel forced to work as a sole provider of a household.
My boss has allowed me to continue working in my part-time job
from the comfort of my home office,
and for now, all is going well in that regard.
Furthermore, I love my house!
I have a comfy bed, televisions upstairs and down,
computers, running water, food, and electricity.
My dog is here to keep me company
and my husband is with me
from morning to night on days he isn't driving.
Friends and family are a phone-call away.
If I want, I can walk the dog on quiet blocks of my neighborhood
or simply step out onto my porch, breathe fresh air
and feel excitement for sunny days coming,
for I have to believe that Spring IS coming for us all.
Many in the world right now are not nearly
so blessed as I am.
I worry for my loved ones who have to leave their homes
to work on “front lines” for their livelihoods
and for the world’s poor who live paycheck to paycheck,
or worse, may be homeless and on the streets.
I worry for my husband, a good man who suffers from anxiety,
facing the threat of a virus everytime he goes out on the road.
Meanwhile I get to stay inside my house -and I say this thankfully,
for "here" is my home - my castle - my sanctuary.
April 3, 2020
for "Quarantine Poems" Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Julie Leigh Rodeheaver
Here and there I saw the fear
People running & saying it clear
Corona here, corona there
Some ran for needs
Some ran for greeds
Some were worried about all their deeds
It took me back in a reverse gear
It took me back to Kashmir my dear
Quarantine here, Quarantine there
All is quiet, my corner still safe.
Ten more pounds, I’m beginning to chafe.
I’ve chewed the couch and the lazy boy chair.
I look like a hippy with all of this hair.
Civilization does need to return.
The dogs want me gone as my stomach swells and churns.
A fresh box of ding dongs and twinkies galore.
My britches don’t fit I can’t take much more.
I never thought that I would see the day.
A line outside Walmart, no freaking way.
How long will this last, I don’t have a clue.
I’m stuck indoors with the quarantine blues.
Forty days and forty nights in lock down
Breathless for inhaling my own air ad infinitum
Could be worse if I was left out to dry in the desert
Isolation in my own four walls in solitude
Puffing and panting from the magic scented flacon
Fragrant innocence of lost childhood in terminal decline
Slimming down expectations for a slice on the road to Nirvana
I light sandalwood from a candle of flickering dreams
Perfumed ideation adamantly adheres to waxen resolve
It's only over when the slim lady sung a tune of lifting reprieve
I hope that she has been told when to bow for applause
And that the virus chokes on the curtain of epical demands
Like a bat out of hell I run round in circles along my four walls
Loose count of repetitions as I pace an eclipse of boredom
Enact biblical scenes with a teddy bear and ragged dolls
Lego figures dance a concert of doom with swift ballerinas
Trinkets on the mantlepiece rejoice in prominent position
Count their blessings and have their day in the lime light
Super powers of alien invasion penetrate my face mask
Order my persona to reveal resilience and count down
The apocalypse for when the gloves are off and insanity ends
03rd April 2020
What’s all this
Nonsense
Inch tapes out
Everyone measuring distance
They call it
‘Social distancing’
Never heard
Of any such thing
After all
Man is gregarious
He, she and us
Add to it
That one more bit
About ‘Self isolation’
Living all alone
Not a soul around,
Absolutely none
But wait
This we’ve
Already been practising
Bringing into our lives
The much required zing
Some dark, dingy place
Lying curled
Avoiding the world
Dodging prying eyes
Inventing all those lies
Two middle aged love birds
Coochie-cooing
Doing just our sort of thing
Our love
Since turning on
Its ignition
Has always been
On the run
Yes, I’ve tested positive
For CUPID-20
Me, supposedly vulnerable
Though, not exactly 60
Now you’ll say
I’ve to stay away
Ok, take it easy
Just chill mate
I’m ready to co-operate
But with a condition
The world I’ll shun
But lock me up
With her
Let my Valentine
Be my quarantine.
At first, the view from my window looks bare;
abandoned streets and empty parking lots.
Yet things I hadn't before now, noticed there,
entice my muse and captivate my thoughts.
A pigeon lands on my balcony rail;
its iridescent feathers inked with light.
And as though this virus lifted a veil;
suddenly, its beauty came into sight.
While Nature can't be corralled or contained;
this lockdown allows me to observe Her.
And when anxieties and nerves get stained,
She reduces white noise to a whisper.
Though my body is under quarantine,
my mind is as free as it's ever been.
Piles of books in the corner
An endless list of
Films and shows
To binge watch
Too much time on our hands
Slowly flows
Into the next day
And goes on repeat
And here we go
Into the next day
And again
And again
Waking up
Hoping for something new
A sliver of something
To look forward to the next sunrise
How we reminisce
The days of desiring more time
To pursue our passions
Missing the pleasures of temporary
Thinking they would
Last forever
Seems like
We’re losing our minds
Again and again
Tasting the blood in my mouth
From my dripping lips
Of nerves and
Bitter pain
Trying so hard
To keep my eyes
On the light
Not to the shadows
Of never ending noir
Yes, the world sucks
Messed up
And it’s no one’s fault
Just gotta do what we can
Within us
To find the strength to carry on
Demography,
Geography,
Gender.
Age.
Curb,
Obtain,
Courtship.
Parenthood.
The shape of life is staired,
Either irregularly paired,
or regularly squared.
We find shame in familiar places,
Stamp fame over unventured traces.
Bond to fulfill culture.
Pendulum swings affirming the law of nature.
Sowing coincides with reap.
As man toils to control sanity,mortality leaps.
For restricting malevolent norms unleashes explosive neferity.
Asleep or awake this is the in-between reality,
Of capturing the needless,freeing the worthful.
Farm dilemma of the cow or bull?
By M.O.O aka C.E the free prison-worden
The horses of life are halted
Something, most certainly, world has never wanted
Humans are locked inside their houses
They are forced to give time to their spouses
Schools closed, Factories shut, ban on outings, and open markets
This version of life has surely been long disregarded
Beaches are taking long breaths
For they are getting rid of plastic and filths
Oceans are getting clearer
Apart from marine creatures, who seems cheerer?
Lions, deers, and bears have banished their fears
And roam freely on the land which was once theirs
For humans, staying in home is just like staying behind the bars
Meanwhile, Mother Earth has started to heal her scars
Ozone layer is recovering, Pollution level is decreasing
Instead of noise of automobiles & machines, birds are twittering
They fly freely without any fear of being caught
And Milky away can be seen clearly too for she has lifted all her veils, right!
Sun laughs loudly, Moon seems to have learnt new spells
I reckon we were and we are the virus of this mother Earth
Sky has finally responded to her call, though a bit late
But he is, with all his love, making her clean and green in haste
Human beings sob and cry, thousands have died and many are dying
But mother Earth is enjoying punching, in the face pollution and Global warming
Clouds sing louder than ever
Earth inebriated by the music, dance along her loyal friends
We surely didn't see that coming...
For pose a threat to her and her friends....
Would she not be happy without us...?
(~Paghunda Zahid
15th April, 2020)
I feel almost cut off from the rest of the world,
Trapped,
In my city, in my home, in my mind.
I can feel the time slipping away along with my sanity as I cling to a semblance of normality.
Only 3 days in with 33 to go, and even that seems quite unlikely.
I try to talk to my friends, meaning lost behind faceless words and also lost,
The countless treasures you never even knew you had
Until you didn’t have them.
The benefits are a great many and the cost is high,
Too high.
Time spent with my family is probably the most normal thing I have,
But the time spent on the computer,
even now,
feels as if it is ripping away all that I had grown accustomed to.
The monotony of life, the unpredictability as well,
Gone
A distant memory,
Of life without
Isolation
That day I wake up with more questions
Which can’t answer by anyone
I was looking very confused, even I tried to hide my feelings
Over information is also a problem now
Where will I go and hide from these
Who is telling truth and who is telling lies?
I am as confused as a baby in the topless bar
Now whatsapp tells me every day what do and what not
And facebook shares its own version of stories
I tried to relax with my spouse, but he is busy with his PUBG now
Kids are calling always mamma mamma
Did they forget the word dadda dadda?
Where will this miserable life leads me now?
Am I still talking to my pillow?
Trying to keep my babies busy with some fun games
And trying to finish my jobs without fail
Breaks are now inside walls and seeing scenery from balcony
Kids are yelling to go out and play in open
Will this stage last for long?
Am I looking so tired? My mirror also stopped giving me answers now.
When I can meet parents and friends?
When I can sit next to them and laugh out for their jokes?
A lot of questions which don’t have answers now.
But I know time will answer those one day.
27-Mar-2020
Contest: Quarantine Poems Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Julie Leigh Rodeheaver
There's nothing to do on lockdown
Can't even go outside to see the sun
Staring at the walls
Waiting on the government call
Hoping that our town doesn't get rundown
O COVID with the MO-VID, you murder bug,
Your sweet quarantine champions my gloom.
Never the buff of a handshake or hug,
Serene in the still of my fond hermit room,
Blessed detention, the liberty of walls;
And though this woe suffers me to talk
To those within these connubial halls,
Exposing my hokum, I say Fie to the Pock,
And mop my **** on duplicitous reams
Of Scotts fair ply, though I’m uncertain why
I stalk the isles in this squirreling dream
Most grateful to shop, most willing to buy
What I do not know: what this mad old bastard
Needs from his truth, and what happens after.