Poem About Pandemic: 10 Example of Poem About Covid19 2022

Poem About Pandemic – This article will give you an example of a poem about the Covid 19 pandemic. These example of poems about pandemic will show you the life of people especially the children experiences during the lockdown and how pandemic has changed and affects many lives.

The Poems about Pandemic show the experience of people in times of trials. There’s a sad and happy experience of people that could give us a lesson and inspiration. Through this compilation of poems about pandemic, let us all be inspired and God will give us strength to overcome all these sufferings and struggles brought by the covid19 pandemic.

Poems about Pandemic (Covid19)

Here is the short poem about the pandemic experience, feelings in a pandemic, and new normal.

Before the virus, I went to school, everything was happy.
Now I see people with face masks and few cars
but I am happier to have more time with my mom and I have more days to play.
I’m afraid that my family and friends will get sick.
I miss playing with my friends at school.
I miss visiting my grandparents at their house.
I dream about seeing my best friend and then us going to the beach.
While this [lockdown] happens, I draw pictures, I play and I do homework.
I hope that this ends so I can go back to seeing my friends.
When all this ends, I will go to the park to skate.
All this will pass, we will be fine, if we take care of ourselves [and] wash our hands, the virus will die.
Stay at home so we can go out.
Vilma*, 10 from Mexico

Confinement
Once, we used to live well.
Meeting with my loved ones,
our families and my friends.
Today, we are forced to remain confined to our home.
No schools, no churches, no meetings.
Everyone is obliged to wear a mask and respect the prevention tips in order to fight against this disease which is called coronavirus.
Gradi*, 14 from the Democratic Republic of Congo

Life was always fast-paced, we never slowed down,
Until everything stopped when Corona came to town.

Now all is quiet and there’s peace all around,
We’ve looked in our hearts and kindness we’ve found.

We learn now with mum, this is a new feature,
But we can’t wait to get back to our teacher.

I miss Sea Cadets, school, my friends and my dad,
I miss sharing the fun times and that makes me sad.

We’ve had social distancing picnics, social distancing walks,
Social distancing hugs and social distancing talks.

I’m looking forward to getting away,
The beach, the hotel and a perfect holiday.

When it is? I’ll throw my arms open wide,
And shout to the world, WE CAN ALL GO OUTSIDE!

Don’t give up hope, the end is in sight,
If we all stick together, we’ll all win this fight.
Lincoln*, 11, from the United Kingdom

Oh cry the best you can cry; I can feel the hold as it holds
You put our health at risk and our education has been halted by you
We can longer go to school, we want to be in a learning environment
We find it hard to eat, street children, poor homes, suffering, fending for themselves
We wish you no successes every day running lives across the nation
You’ve become a thorn in our flesh
Our fears keep us awake a night, seeing and hearing new cases every day, putting us in a state of total confusion, not knowing what’s going to happen next.
We’re here to support each other, as children we can lead to our capacity
so stay safe by adhering to the preventative measures, each day will pass, we will walk together
-in love, no matter what comes our way.
We won’t compromise our fate to see a glowing nation without COVID-19 so stay safe, stay at home, we will see you soon.
Purity*, 14 from Nigeria

Freedom
This quarantine makes me think,
while I just want to drown in those thoughts
that today more than yesterday, remind me of its purity
its euphoria
I seem to be on the other side, dreaming of my freedom.
Leonardo*, 14 from Italy

The list of Poems about pandemic compiled from 5 COVID-19 Poems from Children About Life During Lockdown savethechildren.org.

Poems for the Covid19 Pandemic

Here are the three examples of poems about pandemic that will give inspiration as we witness the loss and suffering of our loved ones caused by coronavirus disease or COVID-19 pandemic.

One Art
The art of losing isn’t hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.
Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn’t hard to master.
Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. None of these will bring disaster.
I lost my mother’s watch. And look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
The art of losing isn’t hard to master.
I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn’t a disaster.
—Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan’t have lied. It’s evident
the art of losing’s not too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.
by Elizabeth Bishop

Hospital in Oregon
Hong Kong–born poet Marilyn Chin, in “Hospital in Oregon,” provides a different view of loss:
Shhh, my grandmother is sleeping,
They doped her up with morphine for her last hours.
Her eyes are black and vacant like a deer’s.
She says she hears my grandfather calling.
A deerfly enters through a tear in the screen,
Must’ve escaped from those there sickly Douglas firs.
Flits from ankle to elbow, then lands on her ear.
Together, they listen to the ancient valley.
by Marilyn Chin

What the Last Evening Will Be Like
New York City–based Edward Hirsch engages with the quiet yet transcendent ordinariness of loss:
You’re sitting at a small bay window
in an empty café by the sea.
It’s nightfall, and the owner is locking up,
though you’re still hunched over the radiator,
which is slowly losing warmth.
Now you’re walking down to the shore
to watch the last blues fading on the waves.
You’ve lived in small houses, tight spaces—
the walls around you kept closing in—
but the sea and the sky were also yours.
No one else is around to drink with you
from the watery fog, shadowy depths.
You’re alone with the whirling cosmos.
Goodbye, love, far away, in a warm place.
Night is endless here, silence infinite.
by Edward Hirsch

Random Poems about Pandemic

Here is the random short poem about the pandemic experience, feelings in a pandemic, and new normal.

The Inner History of a Day
No one knew the name of this day;
Born quietly from deepest night,
It hid its face in light,
Demanded nothing for itself,
Opened out to offer each of us
A field of brightness that traveled ahead,
Providing in time, ground to hold our footsteps
And the light of thought to show the way.
The mind of the day draws no attention;
It dwells within the silence with elegance
To create a space for all our words,
Drawing us to listen inward and outward.
We seldom notice how each day is a holy place
Where the eucharist of the ordinary happens,
Transforming our broken fragments
Into an eternal continuity that keeps us.
Somewhere in us a dignity presides
That is more gracious than the smallness
That fuels us with fear and force,
A dignity that trusts the form a day takes.
So at the end of this day, we give thanks
For being betrothed to the unknown
And for the secret work
Through which the mind of the day
And the wisdom of the soul become one.
John O’Donohue

Still I Rise
You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I’ll rise.
Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
’Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.
Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I’ll rise.
Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops,
Weakened by my soulful cries?
Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don’t you take it awful hard
’Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines
Diggin’ in my own backyard.
You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I’ll rise.
Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I’ve got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?
Out of the huts of history’s shame
I rise
Up from a past that’s rooted in pain
I rise
I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.
Maya Angelou

An Imagined Letter from COVID-19 to Humans:
Stop. Just stop.
It is no longer a request. It is a mandate.
We will help you.
We will bring the supersonic, high-speed merry-go-round to a halt
We will stop
the planes
the trains
the schools
the malls
the meetings
the frenetic, hurried rush of illusions and “obligations” that keep you from hearing our
single and shared beating heart,
the way we breathe together, in unison.
Our obligation is to each other,
As it has always been, even if, even though, you have forgotten.
We will interrupt this broadcast, the endless cacophonous broadcast of divisions and distractions,
to bring you this long-breaking news:
We are not well.
None of us; all of us are suffering.
Last year, the firestorms that scorched the lungs of the earth
did not give you pause.
Nor the typhoons in Africa, China, Japan.
Nor the fevered climates in Japan and India.
You have not been listening.
It is hard to listen when you are so busy all the time, hustling to uphold the comforts and conveniences that scaffold your lives.
But the foundation is giving way,
buckling under the weight of your needs and desires.
We will help you.
We will bring the firestorms to your body
We will bring the fever to your body
We will bring the burning, searing, and flooding to your lungs
that you might hear:
We are not well.
Despite what you might think or feel, we are not the enemy.
We are Messenger. We are Ally. We are a balancing force.
We are asking you:
To stop, to be still, to listen;
To move beyond your individual concerns and consider the concerns of all;
To be with your ignorance, to find your humility, to relinquish your thinking minds and travel deep into the mind of the heart;
To look up into the sky, streaked with fewer planes, and see it, to notice its condition: clear, smoky, smoggy, rainy? How much do you need it to be healthy so that you may also be healthy?
To look at a tree, and see it, to notice its condition: how does its health contribute to the health of the sky, to the air you need to be healthy?
To visit a river, and see it, to notice its condition: clear, clean, murky, polluted? How much do you need it to be healthy so that you may also be healthy? How does its health contribute to the health of the tree, who contributes to the health of the sky, so that you may also be healthy?
Many are afraid now.
Do not demonize your fear, and also, do not let it rule you. Instead, let it speak to you—in your stillness,
listen for its wisdom.
What might it be telling you about what is at work, at issue, at risk, beyond the threats of personal inconvenience and illness?
As the health of a tree, a river, the sky tells you about the quality of your own health, what might the quality of your health tell you about the health of the rivers, the trees, the sky, and all of us who share this planet with you?
Stop.
Notice if you are resisting.
Notice what you are resisting.
Ask why.
Stop. Just stop.
Be still.
Listen.
Ask us what we might teach you about illness and healing, about what might be required so that all may be well.
We will help you, if you listen.
Kristin Flyntz

In the Time of Pandemic

And the people stayed home.
And they read books, and listened, and rested, and
exercised, and made art, and played games, and
learned new ways of being, and were still.
And they listened more deeply. Some meditated, some
prayed, some danced. Some met their shadows. And the
people began to think differently.
And the people healed.
And, in the absence of people living in ignorant,
dangerous, mindless, and heartless ways, the earth
began to heal.
And when the danger passed, and the people joined
together again, they grieved their losses, and made new
choices, and dreamed new images, and created new
ways to live and heal the earth fully, as they had been
healed.
Kitty O’Meara

And One Day
Busyness
Transcending every sphere of society
Blocking quiet and self-reflection
Making lists only to check the box
An unexamined life emerges
“I’ve been so busy”
Words used to greet friends
Followed by a litany of all that gets packed into hectic schedules
Project to project
Appointment to appointment
Scurrying from one seemingly important commitment to another
And one day
Schools turn virtual
Offices go remote
Restaurants offer curb-side service
Busyness subsides ~ solitude, a friend from long ago, returns
The virus circulates
Masks become the new fashion accessory
Social distancing replaces handshakes and hugs
And one day
An unexamined life emerges
Judy Jenkins

A Prayer
Lord, I’m not praying for miracles and visions,
I’m only asking for power for my days.
Teach me the art of small steps!
Make me clever and witty among the diversity of days
to be able to record important recognitions and experiences!
Help me prioritize to use my time accurately!
Present me with safe senses to be able to judge
whether a thing is first rank or second rank priority!
I pray for power for discipline and moderation, not only to
run through my life, but also to live my days reasonably, and
observe unexpected pleasures and heights!
Save me from the naive belief that everything goes smoothly in life!
Present me with the sober recognition that difficulties,
failures, fiascos, set-backs are additional elements given
by life itself that make us grow and mature.
Send a person to me in the right moment who has enough
courage and love to utter the truth!
We do not say the truth to ourselves, others say that to us.
I know that many problems get solved by themselves without doing anything.
Please help me to be able to wait.
You are the one who knows how much we need courage.
Make me worthy for the nicest, hardest, riskiest
and most fragile gifts of life!
Present me with enough fantasy to be able to mediate a little bit of charity,
in the right place, on the right time,
with or without words!
Spare me from the fear of letting life slip!
Do not give me only things I desire, give me things I need as well!
Teach me the art of small steps!
Antoine de Saint-Exupery

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Poems About Pandemic and Education in the Philippines

Here is the example of poems about covid19 and education in the Philippines in the midst of a pandemic.

PANDEMYA
Ang mundo na dati’y ating malayang ginagalawan
ay tila naging isang bahaghari na walang kulay
Ang dating masaya at makulay na mundo
ay unti-unting nagbago dahil sa birus na ito
Sa bawat pagpatak ng pawis
dama mo ang bigat na pasanin
ang dating mga ngiting mababanaag sa mga mukha
nakatago na dahil sa mga maskarang suot mo
Sa bawat pagtakbo ng oras
dalangin ng lahat ay lunas
takot, pangamba, pag-aalala
iyan and dala-dala ng madla
Sa bawat paglabas ng tahanan
dala-dala ang pangamba
dahil baka pag-uwi mo ng tahanan
nahawaan ka na pala
Ang birus, na isang matinding kalaban
mabagsik, nakapangingilabot
hindi makita, hindi sigurado
ito ang kalabang maaari kang matalo
Bangon, inang bayan
bangon kababayan
mga katagang paulit-ulit nating sasambitin
nang walang pag-aalinlangan
Tula tungkol sa pandemya ni Trisha Pereyna.

TULA: Alay sa mga Frontliners sa COVID-19
Sa inyo aming alay
Kayong nagliligtas ng buhay
Meron din kayong pangamba
Bagsik na dala ni Corona
Kayong humaharap sa nakaambang panganib
Nanaig ang katapatan sa sinumpaang katungkulan
Kahit nasa bingit ng kamatayan
Usal na dasal makaligtas sana.
Gapiin ang kamandag ni Corona
Huwag magwagi bagsik ni Corona
Naririnig namin usal ninyong hiling
Taimtim na panalangin
Matapos na sana, salot ni Corona
Matigil na ang mga palahaw ng mga naulila
Matigil na ang salot na dulot
Matigil na bumabalot na lungkot!
Naririnig namin, taimtim nyong panalangin
Mailigtas ang buhay, di na madagdagan dumaragsang bangkay…
Naririnig namin taimtim nyong panalangin
Matapos na
Magapi na
Kamandag ni Corona
Upang makauwi naman
Makapiling mga mahal sa buhay!
Dalangin nyo, tumatagos sa hangin
Dalangin nyo, aming naririnig
Sinasabayan namin inyong panalangin
Sana’y makamtan nga inyong hinihiling…
Matapos na
Magapi na
Kamandag ni Corona
Matigil na bumabalot na lungkot
Matigil na takot na dulot
Matigil na…!
Tula tungkol sa pandemya ni Malou Tiangco.

May Pagbabago pa ba?
Ating tingnan ang kapaligiran,
Ito’y tila isang panaginip.
“Tulong”, ingay nga bawat tahanan,
Naghihintay kung sinong sasagip.
Libong buhay na ang kinitil,
Nitong sakim na pandemya sa bansa.
“Tulong”, hinaing ng bawat ospital,
Pero gobyerno’y tila nagbubulag bulagan pa.
Hanggang kailan itong pagtitiis,
Tayo’y matutulungan ba?
Hanggan kailan itong pagdurusa,
May pagbabago pa ba?
Tula tungkol sa pandemya ni CLA1408

PANDEMYA
Tumigil ang mundo
At natakot ang lahat
Nawalan ng halaga ang pera
Ang kapangyarihan ay nawalan ng pangil
Ang mga armas ay nawalan ng silbi para mangikil
At naningil ang mundo
Pilit nating pinakitunguhan ang moralidad na tila matagal na ring namamahay sa ating tahanan, hindi lamang natin napapansin
Alam nito ang bawat sulok ng ating bahay
Ang bawat lamok at gagambang kasama nyang nanirahan sa agiw
At ang mga librong nagtuturo at naghuhubog sa kawastuhan at pagpapakatao
Napapagpagan na ng alikabok at binabasa
Sa pagkainip
Sa pagkasawa sa paglalaro ng baraha
Ng pera
Ng barya
Na nawalan ng halaga
Panahon ng takot
Sa sakit na walang gamot
Naghari ang mga ibon
Nakakapaglaro na sila sa mga kalsada
Tuka rito tuka roon
Talon dito talon duon
Wala na ang mga namamasadang gumagambala sa kanila
Wala na ang nakakalasong usok na paboritong langhapin ng mga tao
Ang alulong ng aso sa gabi
Ay banta ng panibagong biktima
At natuto tayong magdasal
Mangumpisal
Magnilay…
Tula tungkol sa pandemya ni Pinong.

Labanan Ang ‘Corona’
Madalas na sambit noon, iyo na ang korona,
isang bagay na ibinibigay sa mga tunay na reyna.
Ngunit ang mundo isang ‘corona’ ang problema,
buong daigdig ay apketado na nitong epidemya.
Isang virus ang nagmula raw sa bansang Tsina,
isang uri ng trangkaso na may hirap sa paghinga.
lubhang tinatamaan ang maysakit na at matatanda,
tinitira ng corona ang puso kasama na rin ang baga.

Hanggang ngayon ay wala pa ring nahahanap na lunas,
ngunit malaking bahagi naman ng nagkasakit ay gumaling.
Ugaliin daw na maging malinis at laging maghugas,
magtakip ng bibig kapag magsasalita o babahing.
Hiling ng mundo ay ang sakit na ito ay malagpasan na,
na ang daigdig ay maluwag nang muling makahinga.
Idalangin sa Maykapal na maging ligats ang bawat isa,
nawa ay tuluyan nang maiwaksi ang pahamak na ‘corona.’
Tula tungkol sa pandemya mula sa panitikan.com.ph.

For more Poems about pandemic in the Philippines, you may visit this article Tula Tungkol Sa Pandemya – 10 Halimbawa Ng Tula Sa Pandemya 2021

Summary

In summary, we have given many example of poems about pandemic that would surely give us an encouragement and inspiration to keep fighting against Covid19 or any trials that come to our life.

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