O'Rourke is a poet, essayist, and memoirist who was born in Brooklyn, New York in 1976. To capture their experiences, Save the Children invited children from countries around the world to write short poems about COVID-19, life under lockdown, and how the pandemic has changed their lives. This poem, however, is about plague: specifically the pestilence of yellow fever which killed 5,000 citizens of Philadelphia in 1793. The Oak reaches upwards as if heaven to meet. So begins this poem which Nashe wrote in 1593, when an outbreak of bubonic plague closed the London playhouses (Shakespeare would take advantage of the closure to write his narrative poems Venus and Adonis and The Rape of Lucrece, and probably most of his sonnets). Today, children around the world are still out of school and experiencing the effects of remote learning, lockdown and other "new normals". So here they are. Then he did it again. Lord, have mercy on us! When Gran got her shielding letter I once again felt happy and once again felt free. Two poems eyeing on the current lockdown phenomena from a different perspective. /Names The blossom will always grow. As the virus spread fast through all lands If we all keep our hands squeaky clean. Thank you to everyone who has submitted Lockdown poems. Old in body, young in heart, Have only just begun. Stay home: if you can You may opt-out at any time by clicking "unsubscribe" at the bottom of any email. People break rules, Dark days are fast approaching. We have been mindlessly living and COVID 2019 is an eye-opener. There was a recluse of Verona No room in the house is safe, Maud has grown her hair to her knee Ross and Russel. It's roaming around our land. Blue string Open them pub doors so we can all come back in! A round of applause From the noses of strangers Well surely remember this year, Old Mrs Mop who lives right next door So we can go get sozzled, and shelter the homeless, the sick, the weary Was all this even real? Words most parents never expected to hear:- Which made everyone a big moaner We've lost things we took for granted, You right wing racist!". We get to suffer for one extra day. We have now read and inwardly digested all 133 limericks in the Lockdown Limerick Challenge. she found to her dismay For now, we must all toe the line Have you noticed how more birds are flyin'? You can open them by clicking on the icons below. ALL ENTRIES - THANK YOU TO EVERYONE WHO TOOK THE TIME TO ENTER. Stay safe and stay well. Of mockery and derision: adding, sly, /Type There was a young lady called Ellie And set us free again. Cast out your dead! the carcase-carrier cries, but this morning I am feeling quite sick. Philip Morin Freneau (1752-1832) was an American poet, polemicist, sea captain and newspaper editor who has been dubbed The Poet of the American Revolution. Here is a poem from an Irish Franciscan, Richard Hendrick, written March 13, 2020. Touched by the poem? Keep thou back from the hot unwholesome wind, He liked to take her out daily for a bit of a punt The doctor measured my vitalsand regarded me with suspicion and concern.My eyes were red,my lips were dryand my hair was sore.A water buffalo capsizedin the pit of my stomachand an emptiness filled my chest.Then he drew perfunctory noteson his immaculate clipboard.A regiment of medications was prescribed to treat the symptoms andadjust my serotonin levels, but the doctor really has no idea who I amor how to heala broken heart. Death proves them all but toys. Sent in by caroline. Chin-deep in malice shoot their bitter darts By Susan - We really enjoyed the last line in particular. << Masks are useless at protecting you against the virus, but you may have to wear one because it can save lives, but they may not work, but they may be mandatory, but maybe not. His forgotten poem was published in 1818. Alone we all sat, doors closed and locked. These strange old times I've never known Thanks to those who care Schools wont start till September Yes there is even death. The virus was just too strong. Having adventures watched by the human race, The Clangers and Michael form a tight-knit group This poem has been attributed to Kathleen OMeara (1839-88), an Irish-French writer, since it recently went viral in early 2020, following the COVID-19 outbreak. With the chaos and madness, how can anyone survive? Behold Affection haste with panting breath, Then each unworthy, ignominious fool, She is unable to contain the tears, The world was very good to me. Now like to bees in summers heate from hives, I was amazed in equal measure by the generosity of so many people in Italy who contributed. His adventures impressing the Queen but I am happier to have more time with my mom and I have more days to play. It's also spawned a corollary epidemic of depression and anxiety. And shout to the world, WE CAN ALL GO OUTSIDE! With an enemy that's unseen. Signs that will tell us all is well, For let's face it, we need more lerts!!! But theyll never stop us from feeling. And spreads th infectious influence oer his fame! is busy spreading fliers with her number Because I just wanted to say Tonight at 8, wherever you are, When we all unite A role that couldn't be compared to any amount of wealth. Until a vaccine was invented. Than a goulash of rat, from monty python Thank you so much, Nisreen. Not Witty, just boring Two weeks in, a circus of an overenthusiastic clown. Task: Time for you to write your own 'Lockdown Limerick' using the template below Use the pictures to help you get some ideas - you need to write at least 2 limericks minimum. Steams from th infernal furnace, hot and fierce, My girlfriend's in need of assistance, It said people, you must stay indoors During lockdown feels very alone I think I feel all right. But there does not have to be meanness. Even though the storm is raging right now, famous poet Maya Angelou once said, Every storm runs out of rain.. Sickness, hatred, and fear, A pensioner who lives on his own We have laws for protection In time we will all heal. To ensure delivery of Save the Children emails to your inbox, add support@savechildren.org to your contact list. Lucretius, from De Rerum Natura. he said Yes, all the time She has got quite good at making lots of bread pud Some of us have lost loved ones, and some of us have lost our jobs. From the crate on his van, Among his fellows he is cast. The plague full swift goes by; Fax: (206) 527-1009 No, it isnt a flare of arthritis. I look just like a Yeti! Written by Stewart Pink in One 2 Three 1,847. Whom we all do adore. At least four inches wide. I was amazed and humbled by the generosity of everyone I wrote to!Then, my dear friend Dr Giosia Di Saverio, who is an Italian surgeon, translated the poems into Italian, with the help of his son Alessandro, and sent it out to his friends and family. To how little control we really have. The illustrations were my own doodles. Even if it's just standing in queue. In this epic poem, which is available in full on Google Books via the link above, Young tells the tragic tale of the plague that ravaged the island of Malta in 1813 (when Young happened to be visiting the island). Travelled worldwide by plane And keep that frown turned upside down, In Oxford I shield all alone With a careless chuck Receive our prayers that keep on pouring. Dark clouds above will disappear with time. To this demon who waits out there. Share your story! And all enjoy a laugh. Quick, dear Mary, the car. We are alone but still together, Ill throw my arms open wide, What is it drumming? In shoes too tight I'm Boris and here is the news are preparing to welcome Her raven wing! And they will, of that I'm sure, But now all he's hearing is When we all emerge from our coma Other locations, Find a Therapist R This Petrarchan sonnet is included in full below: Listen, the last stroke of deaths noon has struck Driven inside 564 NE Ravenna Blvd Eating pudding from a can He could meet the needs of his wife, a food snob Yes there is isolation. Births the darkness in our mind. . Social distancing hugs and social distancing talks. It has been hard, but we marked each one individually and from there made a shortlist and chose a winner. Here are some of the best poems to deal with this terrifying topic. But there does not have to be loneliness. Her attempts at a trim The sizzling buns with slabs of meat, So we pray and we remember that "We're all in the same boat," A dashing young chap called Tom Moore This haunting and enigmatic poem was published in Poetry magazine in 2015, and seems especially apt five years on, especially with its references to a 'virus' and 'the world's keening'. Our Locations R Of times gone before, Hoping for Just clear up the space But remember us, Lord, and let this pandemic virus end. Some of us have lost loved ones, and some of us have lost our jobs. % Theyre well hid This can't be it; there's got to be more. Yet we're close because we care, And network shows about crime When moved to poetry, Emer Prof John Bolton opts for writing limericks. I fell, I walked, I ran, Stuck her head in a wasps nest and swore Writing poetry is a bridge that allows people to express their feelings and make others live every single word they read. Now Im old, as you see, These powerful poems show the enormous impact coronavirus has had on childrens lives, as well as their strength, resilience, and hopes for the future, said Yolande Wright, Save the Childrens Director of Inclusion. Questioning about Ask Mum for a generous sub There are no neutral zones. Somehow, the world had passed me by. To date we have been in lockdown for six weeks, and since early January life has changed beyond all recognition. I don't know how I'm feeling. << Lockdown Limerick Poem by Jacob Start 03/07/2020 Jacob Start from Blackpool C of E Primary School has put together a poem titled Lockdown Limerick which resembles his thoughts during the lock down period. Summer walks in the garden, a Mother's Day meal. Filling us with irrational fears, Our basic need for human touch, We all love our Kuenssbergs and Piers', It's so much deeper than that. But how I dont know. Its like a little quarantine pardon. Rachel Pappas, a second year teacher at Davidson Elementary in Katy ISD, has decided to pour her feelings . Always at their beck and call, Collingridges poem deftly captures the uncertainty of living under lockdown during a pandemic, and the attendant need to change ones perspective as well as ones daily routine (the waiting, and the looking for something to do). The decline was unmistakable, I'm really enjoying a lie-in, Thursdays he clangered for the NHS. Conversations with neighbors So for fun read Pep up the Day. Today a young woman I know Its OK, Im already a loner", There was an advisor called Dominic I just want to be a good friend. Family and friends meet again. And our friends we must rely on The Nazis could not kill my wife. Searching empty shelves, for nourishing food to eat? Well folks, the inspiration for this, needs no explanation ! As the sun warms the airs, and the rains wet its feet, We are all stuck indoors We always had before. There was an old codger called Tom None from his darts can fly; Can't promise I won't cry. The very next day When I stand and clap so loud. Weve made huge progress in the last twenty years on childrens rights and COVID-19 risks reversing this progress.. My hair is like a thicket; /S To protect NHS When leaving her home, endobj The neighbours were treated only with what we could spare. /Filter When will that dream job come? 0 writing has always been a passion (specifically poetry) so I just though to share. That wonderful girl from Belgravia, My heart was filled with sorrow The spring was a ghost, as winter wither'd away. Please won't you call him on the phone. I know I can be in your face, More patients are admitted with COVID, Be in and not out Were fed up, were lonely, were sad. Message & data rates may apply. And now, every day, she's " over the hill ", If I'd needed to shut down my life Stuck in the house When it is? Neighbors, friends, and family, How to help and rested and exercised >> Take comfort in knowing you are not alone. Bens six, hell think his Dads dumb. Bringing within You can hear the birds again. A grandma from Warden Hill We've no haircuts or schools, when asked did he rhyme Here is a poem from an Irish Franciscan, Richard Hendrick, written March 13, 2020. Off they scamper, 0 Our cushions upon Covid virus has leap-frogged from bats. Website: Click Here. "This is not just a health crisis, but a threat to childrens rights. An elitist, on others he looked down They look at you with greedy eyes, To reap the wonder of our fate. And I've grown as fat as a sow! 405 I live and work in London. They had orgies and wine Not easy to work or to play Weve had social distancing picnics, social distancing walks, Once again for the world and I. Tel: (206) 527-2266 These times are so difficult!! The ancient Roman poet Lucretius penned this didactic poem, whose title translates as on the nature of things, in the first century BC. I send my love to you all <3. the trees unpruned, ragged and deformed. (10). She won't stay in one spot. Will be gone and all erased. We find it hard to eat, street children, poor homes, suffering, fending for themselves Its a much smaller ask Stitching a mask today out of an old bath gown. I awoke to a pestilence, a pandemic across the nations, All over the place That you liked to have around. What fun! Mary Latter (1725-77) was an English poet, essayist and playwright whose name has fallen out of the history books, but she gave us this dramatic evocation of living in a time of Contagion (published in 1759). That we too must face each day. And yet, for so many, that need goes unmet. Friday night out . While feeling quite rude And spent furlough in her dressing gown, There was a young girl from Belgravia It was concocted by our pets, Lockdown Limerick Challenge for you How are poets of today writing about the current pandemic? All wrapped up in little bubbles God will paint rainbows in the sky The limerick contest was a delight Poems came to me in morning and night Here are just a few For which I thank you If you feel robbed, you're probably right. Or walk around waving your junk R But are we just waiting to pass the current situation and waiting to resume our same old mistakes? Look For The Blossom By Jessica Bryan Published by Family Friend Poems April 2020 Struggling during the current Coronavirus pandemic, I wanted to write something that urged me to keep positive. Our heroes aren't our generals, Feeling relieved, for my mind had found a more positive place to go. Behind it, Brother Richard sees a chance to rediscover a natural beauty and connectedness that is near at hand, though often buried by modern commotion. Limerick writing Leaving usunhappy culprits! I cant do his homework, Whose wife got Covid and was sick Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Is for you to stay home. , Lockdown! A Poem written By Big Virge 23/3/2020, strange professions and true confessions from a lockdown town. This was a lovely poem. [ Nonsensical and noisy. Shops will open, buzzing again. Remember the sun just hides. Which will be seen near my face A bed soon becomes vacant, But if you stroke his fur lest our liberty falls to fear growing. Share your story! The last two stanzas have kind of been my mantra in getting me through my bad days lately. Went off for the day I-Phone, Zoom, Instagram. Two poems eyeing on the current lockdown phenomena from a different perspective. Im looking forward to getting away, strange professions and true confessions from a lockdown town (4/17/20), https://patch.com/new-york/upper-west-side-nyc/man-plots-bomb-central-parks-alice-wonderland-statue-da. Who used to like to go whalin Found her social life suddenly stood still Pushing through this darkest time, They can stop us from shopping and dining. Part stressful, part bliss, Spring is coming, Love poems from lockdown: A work of fiction The coronavirus pandemic has provided so many unlikely opportunities for inner reflection and self-improvement. To bring a smile and to banish the frown. Across much of the globe, the frantic pace and headlong industry of life have been forcibly slowed. Is there something, anything, to alleviate my mental strain?! And whistling Simon Armitage, Lockdown. Help lift the darkness looming. Five months without physical contact, without a kiss. Those people who we've never met, This quarantine makes me think, Our National Health Service A brave nurse, that she is, I babbled, spoke, Each day with no fuss. And because it's leap year, View our Privacy Policy atsavethechildren.org/privacy. Became telly and Merlot, Sing. On Sunday 5 July, at 12.30pm - 1.30pm, there was a Poetry of the Lockdown event as part of Ledbury Poetry Festival Online. 7 A brave nurse, that she is. Just like me and you. The girls I knew were pretty and bright. We vowed to never let it win. So here we sit, alone, and wait Interesting Literature is a participant in the Amazon EU Associates Programme, an affiliate advertising programme designed to provide a means for sites to earn advertising fees by linking to Amazon.co.uk. << All over the world people are looking at their neighbors in a new way The law says you cant drive while drunk With his comings and goings We are all in this together. Don't touch your face. so that those who are alone Satya Bhattacharya. It'll also prevent you nose pickers! Did her shopping online While suffering from Covid 19 ( G o o g l e) But if we stick together, it can be enough. I think of elders forced to die alone. Who was shielding so home had to stay Oh Michael Palins book just for me, Lets all Pepuptheday says Bee Weve looked in our hearts and kindness weve found. Winston Churchill first said it, well knowing, I took out some and put in a few new ones, with new drawings to go with them. Yet, anger still consumed me, keeping me depressed and blue, 24 Poems About The COVID-19 Pandemic 1. I may not be happy with this relationship right now, but I'm happy to have someone. And though you may not be able Just out reach to a Chum. Some won't make the journey home. But that eye test at Barnard There will be days I cannot smile, "Don't go out" government asserts, You'll be okay again. They can be clever, naughty or topical and should give the listener or reader a smile or even a Young (c. 1790-1870) was a Scottish newspaper editor who edited The Sun (not that one), but who also wrote largely forgotten poetry.
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