Virus Poems - Poems about Virus

A virus takes your energy And everything it saps Results in lack of everything Except, of course, for naps. ...

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(“I of the Beholder”, 2014, original pen and ink) The Zombie Apocalypse The zombie apocalypse began a long time ago First as a slow burn As it spread friend to friend, town to town A mind virus contagion Hiding itself within a politically correct smile But now a full-on raging blaze Crowning as it leaps and jumps Rivers and mountains,...

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Like a ghost I sit here No one notices me With their heads down, like they have somewhere to be Hustling around like ants on a mound Going in circles Around Around Around Everyone like robots coded on path The villains designing their evil wrath There's a virus that spreads in the air. Electronics all they do is Tear...

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In the pocket of the evening, language floats – a cosmic virus, Its seeds unknown, brought on the wings of silent comets. It clings to people as the light of stars to the night-time tree crowns, Whirling miniature orbits in a mute dance, under the vault that hosts wandering thoughts. Man, his bits and pixels once scattered through the...

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Our world is under relentless attack We all need to be careful about the impact Of this virus on us. Be strong, healthy and positive About defeating “Hate”. Be active. Be proactive Wash our hands and brains and stay awake, away From people who’re sick, sneezing and thrown away By the toxic virus, which is attacking all of us We’re under attack;...

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Ups and downs We experience throughout the year Down in the dump at one moment And jump with joy at another Feelings can be controlled by our emotions Or the surrounding Or the weather Or simply out of control The epidemic comes and goes on and off Lingering Hiding somewhere Peeping and waiting Causing prolonged sadness and depression Restrictions on outings and dine-ins Hindrance on business...

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I'd always longed to be a bird To spread my wings and fly To soar around on thermals Up in the bright blue sky But now I know what I would see The blight of man on earth It wouldn't be pretty from up there What man has done since his birth We have ripped out nature To build our homes We've replaced trees...

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virus in the air some care not me said Mare Never gets sick no matter what loving her resistance, she's open, not shut virus in air? She does not care....

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Your words Dripping with venom Your emotions Crippled and diseased Creating a toxic imbalance I knew I had to leave You were a walking virus. (c)2023. Lenny Gazbowski...

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Looking out the window, straining hard to see. Searching for the virus, trees are all I see. I know it’s out there somewhere, I know it’s after me. Determined to destroy me, or that is what it seems. No breeze among the trees. They must be looking too. They know it’s hiding out there. What are they to do?...

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. Awash . My clean hands. My paws I pray with folded hands. I pause I hold. No gaps in my fingers I give. Receive compulsive ...

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You are always on my mind Like a virus eating away my soul The more I try to get you Out and be free the more You gnaw at my resistance Tormenting me day and night I try gently to ease you out I try violently to oust you From my veins But every effort bounces back Why are you so...

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I was diagnosed with double-pneumonia on the 15th and classes started on the 17th. I’m already getting nagmail about assignments, yea! I’ll be behind and virtual for a while. It started as a rhinovirus, honestly, I don’t even remember being around a rhinoceros, but he trampled me good. (Hmm, song title there?) I’m feeling better today,...

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. They lived in caves As hunter gatherers Nomads Even worse Primitive Primate Under evolved humans As per modern historians Stone Age Cave Dwellers Barely able to light fire ...

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In times of discord and debauchery the need to tell the whole world the truth yet who knows what is truth today the powers to be, a mask that of intolerance to manipulate each living day coached to be passive dumb. © Harry J Horsman 2020...

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