9 poems
Covid-19
U r obscene
We once were free
But we couldn’t see
U stole that
From us
Til we
Wanna cuss
We can’t see
Our fam
And u don’t
Give a damn
We can’t see
Our friends
Will this
Pandemic end?
Some can’t go
To work
U’re just a
Big jerk
Kids can’t
Go to school
Now parents
Have to enforce rules
© From A Quarantined Poet’s
4/8/20
Quarantine
Day 33!
Omg!
Woe is me!
Quarantine
Day 33!
Who r u &
Who is she?
Quarantine
Day 33!
Washing hands
To meet demands
Quarantine
Day 33!
Only go to work
Don’t get perks
Quarantine
Day 33
I work full-time
But not he
Quarantine
Day 33
Shopping carts
6 feet apart
6 feet apart
And no hugs
6 feet apart
Don’t share cootie bugs
© From A Working Quarantined Poet’s
4/11/20
N response to another poet’s poem
We too are essential
And get paid small
For the work we do
For travelers and all
To find place of rest
At our hotel
We’re practically the only ones open
As u can tell
I’m also a caregiver
Keeping people healthy
Although with covid-19
Not many r wealthy
We’re all n this 2gether
All over the world
Hopefully future changes come
Soon to the weather
Don’t matter the color of skin
Black, white or brown
We’re all stuck in
All over every town
© From A Poet’s
4/11/20
The 12 Months Of Lockdown
On the first month of lockdown all over my small town,
Jobs laid off, people stayed home!
On the second month of lockdown all over my small town,
People got bored
Jobs laid off, people stayed home!
On the third month of lockdown all over my small town,
Online jobs,
People got bored
Jobs laid off, people stayed home!
On the fourth month of lockdown all over my small town,
Video chats
Online jobs,
People got bored
Jobs laid off, people stayed home!
On the fifth month of lockdown all over my small town,
Homeschooling!
Video chats
Online jobs,
People got bored
Jobs laid off, people got sent home!
On the sixth month of lockdown all over my small town,
Honey-do projects!
Homeschooling!
Video chats
Online jobs,
People got bored
Jobs laid off, people got sent home!
On the seventh month of lockdown all over my small town,
Toilet paper hoarding!
Honey-do projects!
Homeschooling!
Video chats
Online jobs,
People got bored
Jobs laid off, people got sent home!
On the eighth month of lockdown all over my small town,
Pay your bills online!
Toilet paper hoarding!
Honey-do projects!
Homeschooling!
Video chats
Online jobs,
People got bored
Jobs laid off, people got sent home!
On the ninth month of lockdown all over my small town,
People went crazy!
Pay your bills online!
Toilet paper hoarding!
Honey-do projects!
Homeschooling!
Video chats
Online jobs,
People got bored
Jobs laid off, people got sent home!
On the 10th month of lockdown all over my small town,
Hosting watch parties!
People went crazy!
Pay your bills online!
Toilet paper hoarding!
Honey-do projects!
Homeschooling!
Video chats
Online jobs,
People got bored
Jobs laid off, people got sent home!
On the 11th month of lockdown all over my small town,
Virtual church attendance
Hosting watch parties!
People went crazy!
Pay your bills online!
Toilet paper hoarding!
Honey-do projects!
Homeschooling!
Video chats
Online jobs,
People got bored
Jobs laid off, people got sent home!
On the 12th month of lockdown all over my small town,
Wear face masks & gloves
Virtual church attendance
Hosting watch parties!
People went crazy!
Pay your bills online!
Toilet paper hoarding!
Honey-do projects!
Homeschooling!
Video chats
Online jobs,
People got bored
Jobs laid off, people got sent home!
© From A Quarantined Poet’s
4/11/20
We’re 'spose 2 b locked down
But it don’t look like it
But all over my town
Ppl r pitching fits
They cannot go c
Their own family
They cannot go do
What they intended to
They r stuck inside
W/ family they hate
W/ rules 2 abide
They can’t go out on dates
They will get over it
(Not b4 they pitch a fit!)
Or they’ll get a ticket
(And they can’t afford it!)
© From A Quarantined Poet’s
4/12/20
People wear frowns
And they wear gowns
People wear face masks While doing tasks
Pretty soon they’ll wear
Coverings for their shoes
Just like doctors
And surgeons do
People wear gloves
Afraid they’ll get sick
Like God up above
Couldn’t heal them that quick
© From A Poet’s
4/12/20
Easter n quarantine
This is obscene!
Easter n quarantine
Covid-19, u r really mean!
© From A Quarantined Poet’s
4/12/20
I can’t c my kids
He still says they r his
He teaches them hate
Now that Morgan is 8
Roy’s following too
And I don’t know what to do
© From A Mother’s
4/14/20
He found another way
For DSS to say
That I cannot c
Not even #3
He’s using the system
To benefit him
To brainwash them
Against me & William
© From A Mother’s
4/14/20
