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Thank You President Trump
Leadership by President Trump
(And then some)
Put America at the forefront
In combating the Coronavirus
With decisive response and measures
To ensure the safety of the American people.
Though some feel as if guinea pigs
And question whether over reaction
It had to be done
To prevent the spread
Of the viral toxin.
Resuscitating the old
With infusion of new
To revive an antiquated system
In germ warfare infection.
America will come out the better
A global leader
In preparedness and first respondence
To combat future pandemics
Man-made or natural
With preemptive action.
Give credit
Where credit is due;
The calamity contained
And disaster thwarted.
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Note:
The Coronavirus (Covid-19) is an infectious flu like disease. It spreads through contact with an infected person when they cough or sneeze, or when a person touches a surface or object that has the virus on it, and then they touch their eyes, nose, or mouth.
The outbreak began in Wuhan China, surfacing in a seafood and poultry market in late 2019. The first confirmed case in the United States was in the state of Washington, January 20, 2020, involving a 35-year-old man who had travelled to Wuhan, China and returned. The first recorded death in the U.S.A. was on February 29, 2020.
On January 31, 2020, President Trump declared a public health emergency and issued a travel ban barring entry into the U.S.A. of most foreign nationals who travelled to China within the past 14 days. Other measures included mass testing, social distancing, a stay home policy, shutdown of large crowd gatherings, restaurants and bars, etc. and large scale disinfecting.
Both bacterial and viral infections are caused by microbes. Bacteria are single-cell creatures that can reproduce on their own.
Viruses, on the other hand, are smaller than the smallest bacteria and have a protein coat and a core of genetic material (DNA or RNA). Unlike bacteria, viruses cannot survive without a host and reproduce by attaching themselves to other cells and are known as ‘parasitic.’ Viruses are packaged RNA or DNA who make copies of themselves by hijacking the machinery of cells to replicate themselves.
Most bacteria are harmless, but those that cause infections are called ‘pathogenic bacteria.’ Viruses in most cases are harmful.
It has been drawn into attention that you constantly mention my faults. Point one at me and three you'll see point back at the enemy. You're no longer a friend to me; woman! My mind is like an anus. I'm in need of an enema; flushed from your hatred and cleared from your betrayals. I need a clean slate to scratch new records to turn tables. My head is stuck into a kink; of sorts. To name a few things, my shoulders have shrugged often; leaving my neck at your mercy; woman! Torture is my eternal chamber when I'm in your grasp. A bubble from my nostril; water fills my lungs. A hand pressed firmly atop of my face as the hot and cold water runs.
An illusion of the mind... Good one; woman! A falsehood created by manipulation of my own being. A battle with one’s own self righteousness as another holds the strings; the puppeteer is almighty; believes only in herself. She will cut your neck and wrap the strings around your throat. Left for brain dead and mentally broken; but I… (Yes! Me) I still want to help you. I care about you…; woman! For some unknown force compels me so. I can't place the blame because the blame hasn't a place; you know. It leads back to me. You control me because I let you; woman! You lie to me because I let you convince me; woman! You control me…; woman! But I (yes me!); I love you; woman! I love everything about you, even though you make me feel like **** and only care about yourself. You're an infectious disease which effects mental health. I love you more than I love myself. Woman…; lying, cheating, manipulating…; woman! But wait; just you wait a minute… man! (Minute man) I've heard that not all women are like you. I know its true (yes! Me) I really, really do! I met a few. They care about people and don't feel entitled to things that they haven't personally earned. (And-Even) Offer respect and help when a man does his part. Work is an obligation to provide. Which should be rewarded; not discarded as a lack of parenting that cannot be replaced with any amount of money; but give me a break; woman! We all must survive. I love those kids and want to have them in my life and I want to be part of the decision making…; woman! I hear there are many, many women would respect this. You are who you are; women! Please let me be who I am... There's a rumor floating around that not all women are like you… WOMAN!
2014
I’ll never forget the Black Death.
It came from a germ which, lived on that fleas.
Each second passes through everyone’s breath.
The fleas! The fleas!
As the rats begin to die, the fleas begin to feed on humans
Everyone’s blood is, affected by the disease.
Oh please! Oh please!
I’ll never forget how the plague spread.
The Black Death is an infectious disease.
All around, it quickly fled.
These fleas carried bacteria and traveled in the rat’s fur.
When fleas drink the human’s and the rat’s blood they transfer the disease.
There weren’t any doctors or any cures.
The fleas were the cause of the disease.
I’ll never forget the symptoms that people had to suffer.
Nobody knew what the plague was, therefor they weren’t sure.
People suffered from painful swellings.
Popping the wound caused bleedings.
A wound which first turned red then turned black.
It rises and rises like an air sack.
People had high fever and delirium.
Bleeding in the lungs of a victim.
The vomiting, and mental disorientation.
Muscular pains begin to num.
The intense desire to sleep.
Victims would die quickly.
Each second from one to another dominated by the flea.
The economy falls and the population is sore.
After contracting the disease we would live for a couple of days.
People will never live out of this maze.
It took years till the disease passed through Rome, Milano, and most of Europe.
I’ll never forget how Art, Music, and Culture changed.
People began to see the depression surrounding them.
The humans suffering, and their carnage.
The horrific pain inside them.
I’ll never forget the Black Death.
The plague was like the appearance of the small pox.
These diseases can rapidly spread like a flock of birds.
Everyone lived in terror.
Worried of becoming the Black Death’s victim.
The Black Death was like a curse.
The treatments were not helpful, it would only make it worse.
Stopping the cure in your body.
There were other remedies but they never worked.
The plague killed at least 50% of Europe’s population.
The Black Plague was a very serious condition.
Each day and every second, people prayed that the Black Death were over and
done.
The smell of clear air.
A rise of a new population.
It rises and rises like an air sack
I’ll never forget the sick and the dead.
I’ll never forget the Black Death.
It was you from the moment I seen you.
I knew in my heart I would be the one to rescue you, but in the end you ended up saving me.
I see in your eyes the pain that lingered inside.
From your past relationships your pride was on cloud nine.
My theory was to put your fears aside.
You feel like I am like all the rest, so you continuously put my love through a test.
Why won’t you let me love you?
My love is a virtue, forever lasting external statue.
It was you my handcrafted imbue tattoo I cling to.
If you only knew how I truly feel about you.
I was sculpted only for you my sahib, I am your rib.
You’re a reflection of me desperately wanting love, but scared of the many risks that come with it.
Love should have come with an asterisk.
You’re my only weakness causing infectious affection.
It was your personality that spoke volumes to me, showering me with chivalry.
Persistency kept me where I wanted to be.
Let me be the one you need, all you need is faith as tiny as a mustard seed.
Abundantly this love will be an adjustment for you, and me.
If you should have a nightmare just know I will be there.
If you’re hurting and need to cry, I will be the one to wipe your eyes.
For my love only identifies.
I fell in love with you, not for the things you’re able to do.
It was simply you…
If you should happen to get laid off work, I will be the one standing in the door.
The only one you brace oneself for.
Your personal landing gear, I am whole heartily sincere.
I will be your rocking chair.
If the time comes and you begin to lose your hair, baby I will be your favorite barber chair your personal concierge.
It was you that introduced your love voodoo.
Only wanting you timeless déjà vu.
You made me love you; you are my lifetime band aid.
Now let me be your brigade, your right hand grenade.
You’re forever nursing aide.
The sharpest in your drawer knife blade.
The one and, only ace of spade your jack of trades.
Equivalent to money your love is symbolic.
A polished rocket you’re extraordinary, and solid.
Biologic process but simply flawless.
If I am getting off topic I might be losing conscious.
Thinking of you makes me forget my surroundings.
My heart starts pounding echo sounding.
I automatic start smiling, it’s simply astounding.
You knew it has always been you.
It was you.
A shining light has now been dimmed
A voice we loved is stilled
The chair where you sat, now empty
Is a place that can never be filled
A golden heart has stopped beating
So loving, so pure, so kind
But her memory will live on forever
In the legacy that she left behind
For so many years she has reigned
Our mum, our Nan, our queen
Famous for many wonderful things
Especially her delicious cuisine
Her butterfly cakes, her lemon meringue
And oh that wonderful trifle
Her tasty egg and bacon pie
Her cooking was so delightful
Christmas parties, dressing up
Her pagan perfume she sprayed
A good old east ender a sing-along
A cinzano and lemonade
She filled our lives with sunshine
Her smile would light up the room
Her charm, her glow, her infectious laugh
Would cure any doom and gloom
We all know she loved a party
And Chas and Dave would be there
The joy we would feel just to watch her
Sing along without a care
So many years of memories
Tales that will never grow old
The head of our family, the love of our lives
She’s a wonder to behold
The unconditional love she gave
Her affection knew no bounds
With endless kisses and cuddles
Our queen of love she was crowned
Her love, her strength, her courage
Her selfless caring way
Her wisdom through the years
Has made us who we are today
Always there for each of us
With pride she watched us grow
She guided and she taught us
Almost everything we know
The essence of everything beautiful
Our Angel in disguise
And now she watches over us
From high up in the sky
God knew she was special
So He gave us her on loan
But when He knew she needed Him
He came to take her home
We would give our all
To have her back for one more day
An hour or a minute
For these words we need to say..
“You were our greatest treasure Nan
Our world, our heart, our soul
You made our lives worthwhile
We love you more than you could know
Our tears could fill an ocean
Our fragile hearts won’t mend
Not only did we lose our Nan
We all lost our best friend
Always we will miss the Nan
We never can replace
But, our memories are something
Even time cannot erase
And when grief becomes too much
We know you’ll keep us strong
We’ll know you’re by our side
Because in us...you will live on
(Written for Nicola and family)
His hand reached out to mine, open,
Holding it, I smiled, our eyes danced with understanding,
Form and blush outlined his expectations,
But I could see that there may be fear inside.
Mary restated their predicament,
That the child was born out with the marriage bond,
And that people were swaying to the opposite side,
And course dialogue, laughter and spitting were norm.
So I asked the two for their thoughts and predictions,
About the child, if he perhaps could be like, special?
And they specified that he would cure, heal and exorcise,
And also promised that they’d talk to him about the poor.
Could this baby be the messiah?
I pondered and hoped in their certainty;
Was this the predicted son of god?
He would be free from aggressive victimisation,
If we could just name him as god's son.
So I suggested to his parents,
That if the wise men came with a quest,
To accept the name Jesus Christ,
And certify the census, no less.
Freedom for some is in lying,
When there’s no possible alternatives,
But I believe Joseph never lied,
In the population census of Bethlehem,
That just so happened to pass by.
The child would have been suppressed by all,
Assumed to be dirty and unclean,
Not for chat or dialogue,
And certainly not for work in a trade of his call,
Or for work in any trade for that matter.
Nothing would ever have been done,
The poor would never have been healed,
Or not so quickly for sure in history;
The government would not have been rifled,
And Christ would not have come.
Treating the poor for health problems,
Would have come through government legislation,
A long time after Christ,
In an austere, aloof manner.
People to people relationships,
Would not have been respected,
If care had been awarded top-down,
By bureaucrats and officials:
As supervisors of the protected.
Society at that time was narrow minded,
Stuck in traditional religion;
There were outcasts, sinners, infectious people,
And assumptions were remedial and red:
There were no special people,
No exceptions to the rule,
Only one place for the messiah confided.
One baby matters to me,
A life should be saved at any cost and risk,
Because the abilities you show when young,
Shouldn’t be muffled or labeled regressive,
But nurtured in acceptance and love.
"The Winter's Lullaby"
Choking noble light held by the hands of Fate
As deceived Persephone enters Hades gate
The burning suns falling through the universe.
Despairing and alone not a coppers worth
A bitter cold blankets Gaia's tears in a frozen sea of glass
While the stupefied intoxicated serpent drowned with a laugh.
Undulating sands barricades into immovable glacier,
Infectious prison walls destroyed the strength of redeeming savior.
Chariot of the flame plunges into the water’s bed
Fate’s tepid scarlet scissor hands sever the music thread
Astaea’s darkened soaked mural melts with eternal dread
Seeing red, alluring sirens sang as the music bled
Unfathomable lamented shrieks surged as the music tore
Obsidian tributaries erodes the forbidden door
Eros scorned wound feeds the ravished horde of succubi
Remote hollow temple bell wailed the closing cry
Captured in the dance of loves and hates tempest cyclone
Drums of madness orchestrates into the perfect tone
The infernal flame explodes from the mouth of Tartarus
Driven oblivion crescendos for the pending chorus
The stentorian cracks of nefarious shots being fired
Frantically gasping for the final breath of faith hope and desire
Tragic petrified tears from soundless screams of the choir
Condemned whisper of the drum crucified on barbed wire
Cold candle rests under the gaze of the vastness
No kiss or love to awake the entombed princess
Crimson emaciated curtains descend upon the floor
Fathomless, eviscerated, veiled; the music is no more
Form:
winds chill the bones and rattle the teeth of the those who dare stand in the cold,
when there's a shield blocking the chills, the cold seeps in; drowning me in a unbearable
quilt of
frigid cold. i can't escape. i try and i can't, i look for the one i see in my dreams when
i sleep,and the one who appears in front of my eyes when i'm awake.
his touch is warm and thrilling, his voice is like satin against the bare skin of a
child. his hair is twisted silk, blond; shades of wheat that glimmer the sun's rays when
the sun itself rains down upon him. it's him that appears to me when i sleep and again
when i wake, the feeling of being watched is haunting; i feel as i'm trapped most days,
with only my dreamer to talk to. only sometimes, i say.
some say that one who talks to themselves is mildly crazy or just insane; that they should be locked
up someplace where dreams are choking nightmares and warmth is sucked dry into chilling
winds. turning bones into icicles and teeth into rattlers. that's what i see in the eyes
and many faces of the people that pass me by, and see that i'm speaking to no one that
they see, but, maybe, some one that i see.
and someone i see is tall, strong, and exotic. hair; different shades of wheat, eyes;
shocking and sad, and his voice, satin --soothing, soft like silk against skin. caressing
it. this is who i see, it's who i speak to when i'm alone, and to whom i sing to. he is
light and nothing bad can happen in his presence. he makes anyone feel special and
intoxicates them with his luscious and enthralling scent.
Mm .....pine and lilac; rose and freesia, lovely. it's a scent that should be bottled and
sold, but also, not. it's his scent, and his alone.
he seems like a dream, but at the same time, he seems real. maybe, he's an apparition of
a person in the past and came to me seeking help, seems to be. whatever he is; i can't
wait to see him again, tonight i will sleep. and i will see him reach out to me and hold
me in his arms. singing softly in my ear. then i will wake, and he will be in front of my
lids again. smiling a white toothed grin; both infectious and intoxicating; and reach for me.
to most, he's a day dream. a figure that shows me what i want, but, it's hard to think
logically about him. he's mine....my mate in a way. yes, my mate.
How Does it feel?
Being without you is like a wound that won't stop bleeding
An infectious yearning wanting & NEEDING
Like a band aid being ripped off without any warning
Like last call on Sunday night at 2 in the morning
Like a hollow hole in the ground that's infinite
Like wearing out your "good" sweats that no longer fit
Like your boss yapping on and on endlessly
Like a stubborn lock that won't open without its key
Like a Hail Mary pass with the game on the line
Like a dying friend who's running out of time
It's like when there's no toilet paper left when u already sat down
Like when everyone says "cheer up" when all u wanna do is frown
It's like BAD days when nothing ever goes right
It's feeling for your side of the bed every night
It's the projects you just haven't gotten to just yet
It's the taste of their lips that you will NEVER quitE
Forget
It's the mile long weekly to do list
It's like blowing out the candles but never getting your wish
It's like trying to stay as busy as possible with this or that
It's the CONSTANT feeling of this monkey on your back
It's like a criminal holding you against your will
It's the empty space in my heart that ONLY real love can fulfill
It's your part time job weather you want it or not
It's being wrapped in your arms and KNOWING what I got
It's the dreams of "Someday" that you cling to for dear life
It's the fantasy of becoming your future wife
It's that one mistake that your ashamed of and deeply regret
It's hoping you FEEL how much I LOVE u and that you never will forget
It's constant missing holidays and seasonal smiles
It's feeling your here within my heart despite thousands of miles
It's a deserted beach dark and desolite beneath the oceans tide
It's believing we are special and just going with the VIBES
It's the last scoop of your favorite ice cream
It's waking up sweating from the same creepy dream
It's a soul crushing NEED to feel you and hold you tight
It's like apologizing when deep down you Know your right
It's the eye of the storm just have to grab on and hold tight
It's tenacity and NEVER giving up without a FIGHT
It's pitch black darkness when u forgot a flashlight
It's the CERTAINTY when you KNOW you have FINALLY found your MR RIGHT
ITS seeing it al come to fruition and leading TOGETHER a HAPPY life
I accept what i need offer up what's left
Let ridicule fall on ears that are deft
Just as a fisherman catches fish on his hook
I write out my poems and put together books
The reason I do it is clear as can be
I feel it's what the Lord ask of me
For 41 years I had no idea I was a poet
But if I couldn't cook it I could damn sure grow it
My life consumed by Marijuana and speed
Trusting in them to provide what I need
They replaced my job and even my love
They were everything that I held above
They picked me up whenever i felt low
If I got to high they helped me to slow
No, I didn't write poems or watch the T.V.
Never touched a computer said, "Thats not for me"
Traded in the girls because the next on was cuter
Woke up with a shot went to bed with a hooter
I would run day and night until I would drop
Running more from myself than from any cop
I chemically induced away all my dreams
See rivers take mothers after being formed by streams
These days my head feels like it's in a vice
I'll tell you right now my pains nothing nice
Weekly shots I take for the Hepatitis C
Epidural Steroid blocks in the spine for me
Every doctor I see I greet with a smile
Not feeling to good but I will after while
They say my attitude is one that is great
I see the beauty of love with no time for the hate
I have no reason for anger or time to be mad
No reason for all that this is my bad
This isn't that bad hell I've suffered more
At least I can turn my knob and walk out the door
Reality is real but it's also a dream
Things that are clear may not be as they seem
The Lord is my master to whom which I serve
For he's already given me more than I deserve
Children who love me and a beautiful wife
All the blessings a man needs in life
So Doctor tell me how can I not smile
At least I'm not alone walking this mile
I have you guys and the Lord walking with me
And thats about as beautiful as beautiful can be
I dedicate this poem to all of my doctors
Dr. Garrison - Primary
Dr. Merliss - Neurologist
Dr. Aldwari - Infectious Disease Specialist
Dr. Johnson- Pain Management Specialist
Dr. Beck - Physical Therapist
I feel very blessed to have such a fine
team working so hard on my recovery.
I also wish to thank everyone for all the
Prayers I have received. I love you guys.