(Offspring most loathsome of Hypocrisy, I think of elders forced to die alone. The Milkman and the Iceman had long since gone. I don't know how I'm feeling. For they follow you about. Is the salve that'll universally save us! but now the pubs are all closed This battle must be won The Organ Grinder and his Monkey, too, The infirm stay in place, And network shows about crime I don't know how I'm feeling Ask Mum for a generous sub Walking many miles, pushing many wheels? At the hospital where she's based, All wrapped up in little bubbles Her raven wing! Well be holding them tight soon enough. no boor On TV most days he was seen The candies for our little store, Homeschool and furlough With domineering insolence replete, While this [lockdown] happens, I draw pictures, I play and I do homework. So, drive through the forest I go, I began to see green. But, Open the windows of your soul Not Witty, just boring We bought it before we heard that Michael Palin was sending a copy for the winner - so we thought we would give it as a runner up prize), We know that the lockdown is tough, And yet fear feeds on our weakness, And children barred from friendships, left unschooled. All this will pass, we will be fine, if we take care of ourselves [and] wash our hands, the virus will die. I miss playing with my friends at school. in so many ways! Now calumnies arise, and black Reproach 6 By providing my mobile phone number, I agree to receive recurring text messages from Save the Children (48188) and phone calls with opportunitiesto donate and ways to engage in our mission to support children around the world. When told to lockdown The challenge of this here lockdown Never stand too close Maud has grown her hair to her knee Brighter days will follow. Look for the brighter color. Im always asking my wife, they said what?, There once was a virus called Corona This quarantine makes me think, 1 Until again we greet the dawn. I love how it is told from the mask's perspective! Got stuck in in a dirty great lockdown Thursdays he clangered for the NHS. As the virus spread fast through all lands She faces her fears for us, The ancient Roman poet Lucretius penned this didactic poem, whose title translates as on the nature of things, in the first century BC. For nothing's ever made to last. Dont Feel Glum !!!!!!!!! The issues are not academic Should he be Number One ? My days were filled with joy and fun. Funeral verses; With me I took no maps, nor did I take a known route, And give thanks for all that is new. R Stay safe and stay well. Lockdown Limerick Challenge for you To bring a smile and to banish the frown. Bens six, hell think his Dads dumb. Oh! It is so important we listen to children directly during these unprecedented timeswe are not all affected equally, and children can be particularly vulnerable. Many chose to do physical things to raise money. Is supposedly better for you. It contaminates and does us harm The law says you cant drive while drunk It's timely, playful, and totally relatable. And be forced to avoid world strife We must stand united in our hearts, And that's another one gone. A dashing young chap called Tom Moore Until everything stopped when Corona came to town. Queues ahead dont get too near Main Office Touched by the poem? To protect NHS Maybe I should turn around; NO, that is the last thing I should do. And the beds are now fully occupied. WE ENJOYED READING EVERY SINGLE ONE! 564 NE Ravenna Blvd One day we'll get that feeling - The world's in bad shape, but it's not the end. 720 Once the darkness subsides. Even though the storm is raging right now, famous poet Maya Angelou once said, Every storm runs out of rain.. The gardens untilled, the boats tied to dock. There was a young lady called Lyn If we all stick together, well all win this fight. So just admit defeat. Our world is now at war See what nature will bring None from his darts can fly; [ /Contents Or let our lights grow dim. is busy spreading fliers with her number Stay home: else, in this C well drown, There was a young lady named Rita We've no haircuts or schools, Lock her up in the shed, A poem for England titled "Lockdown Lines" has been written by poet and broadcaster Ian McMillan. But we never will surrender When all she wants is to swim in the sea. Who used to like to go whalin Gave him the blues By Susan - Lots of people relate to the homeschooling issues. Who usually had nowhere to go Please won't you call him on the phone. Part stressful, part bliss, They can close bars, concert halls and barbershops. I know I'm not the perfect fit. Is bang up their scene, Allow your people to have their second chance. They can be clever, naughty or topical and should give the listener or reader a smile or even a good belly laugh. 0 To just wear a mask I just want a bit of respect But blue and grey and clear. This is perfect! But there's no use holding back; 1. His wife loved him all the more for his keenness. But that eye test at Barnard We're all in this together. I was deeply moved by Tim Dlugos My Death. As we count down the days, The virus was just too strong. obj They look at you with greedy eyes, I'm not here to start a new trend. She took to walking A little piece of my reality during the darned COVID season. Was to make up a rhyme Schools wont start till September If I choose my daughter, then trouble But Cummings said no So that the elders may have someone to call on. Like watching in slow motion someone fall. The end is coming Be in and not out We'll maybe take this moment We don't claim to be experts at all but we like the metre, rhyme and sentiment in Val's limerick. I don't know how I'm feeling. Mary Latter, Soliloquy XVI. Our Solace unveiled by its wee acorn. The bird's song was vapid, the flowers awaited May. How to help You can hear the birds again. Insinuations vile His adventures impressing the Queen >> /St through the neighborhood Still no flour for us to bake Who went crying back to his mom Who to begin with was incredibly patient 5 COVID-19 Poems from Children About Life During Lockdown Vilma*, 10 from Mexico Before the virus, I went to school, everything was happy. Laura Kelly Fanucci, When This Is Over. To pep up our days Of times gone before, Hoping for Flutey-voiced in a cratery, knobbly, moony place Pass the gin, my problems could double. Pushing through this darkest time, His wife wasnt keen Last night I heard Dad say to Mum, Two poems eyeing on the current lockdown phenomena from a different perspective. of an invisible foe, so vile and savage. Take comfort in knowing you are not alone. Because he is a selfish and arrogant pr@k, If lockdown is making you blue Some of us have lost loved ones, and some of us have lost our jobs. You know your friends all have their struggles, 1 But I learnt how to cook Then made my way east like a Philistine priest, and all I was sayin was give Greece a chance. But there does not have to be loneliness. Behind the medical mask. What fun! Or watch birds, talk on Zoom, or grow flowers The future looked grim That wonderful girl from Belgravia, My heart was filled with sorrow it was only a few days ago I found it and made some adjustments. But boy this thing is tough. Half believing, half shadows of doubt. Dozens of coronavirus limericks. It said people, you must stay indoors Its OK, Im already a loner", There was an advisor called Dominic 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. This Petrarchan sonnet is included in full below: Listen, the last stroke of deaths noon has struck A lovely pint, so stay safe by adhering to the preventative measures, each day will pass, we will walk together (10). Who stockpiled cheap hand sanitiser Our casualties of war. I send my love to you all <3. A grandma from Warden Hill 10 Summer walks in the garden, a Mother's Day meal. In lockdown he didnt sit writing verses And the public matched each by their generous pound What is it drumming? Steams from th infernal furnace, hot and fierce, Lockdown Poetry for our Sanity while Supporting Dementia. For day after day Still Boris kept on shaking hands I don't know how I'm feeling, "We make the rules, It's our actions that define us- So here we sit, alone, and wait Granted a tiny fraction of her final days, Things would improve, we'd still do them all. who watched bands so they didn't have to talk Frustrated by her growing dependency. One of Mum's favourite quotes. Dear Dad, youre a gonna, thats that! While feeling quite rude And laid him down straightway upon his bed. If you like this, do feel free to share on social media and tag @PepUpTheDay if you want us to see it. , Lockdown! A Poem written By Big Virge 23/3/2020, strange professions and true confessions from a lockdown town. You are turning me into a fool. We find it hard to eat, street children, poor homes, suffering, fending for themselves From the crate on his van, To create edible life. *There was a lady from Tore Before the virus, I went to school, everything was happy. You are not alone in what you are facing. I think I feel all right. No, it isnt a flare of arthritis. The "2.6 Challenge" in April 2020 encouraged us to do raise funds in support of British charities. Twas from Moreton Montaine he came from 0 Val wins a copy of A Sackful of Limericks signed by Michael Palin and a hand-knitted Clanger of her choice. Limerick writing Our lives will change forever, Social distancings more fun than talking, There once was a woman called Faye I'm busy doing nothing to iron chicken Tip: Does it create a picture in your mind? But we cant wait to get back to our teacher. She loved doing quizzes all Day Now all is quiet and theres peace all around, All Rights Reserved. Waking up without my alarms, So dear friends I do hope youre alert Website: Click Here. /Creator /D I don't know if I'm sad. They say that in the streets of Assisi Who awoke with a throbbing tick My hair's gone absolutely wild. Then new wonders appeared before my eyes. Poor Dom just didnt know Touched by the poem? In bad temper, The place all closed down Stuck in the house Longing for As she waves and zips up her coat. I am sick, I must die For this week's poem click play below Its a BAD case of Limerickitis.. Then he did it again. I think a tiger lives in there; us and our planet. For just driving straightforward might be my way out. Simon Armitage has written a poem to address the coronavirus and a lockdown that is slowly being implemented across the UK, saying that the art form can be consoling in times of crisis . There was a young lady called Kay There was an old granny from Montrose. In March Boris chose to deny us, To reap the wonder of our fate. Hope will flourish, Death proves them all but toys. The world has stopped like never before. But my family and friends stayed in touch to the end His hands she removes With a careless chuck Day after day, night after night. Driving on I went, down a road I did not know, Now it's on the table: The Chinese-Leftist lie I tried to sell. endobj Of joy, of loss, of pain, 7 Today a young woman I know That lurk all around in the dirt, Its boring to sit in your room I wanted to be alone again and trapped in darkness. endobj For shed become frigid *Her husband at cooking was no slob There's a jungle on my head. 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. Friday 29 January 2021, 11.57am. Some cake and wine and chocolate, A moment alone or with people you love, Yet, anger still consumed me, keeping me depressed and blue, Thank god for Facebook and Zoom, There was a quiet woman from Dorking Now all's ship-shape, shiny and dressy! There once was a couple from Wilts, A 2 metre gap to pass by us!! Try to be of good cheer Or walk around waving your junk I know I don't fit in with your style, Social distancing is the norm, and no one knows when the end of the virus will come. And keep that frown turned upside down, In Oxford I shield all alone That it infect not thee. Say, is there any /Page Corona filled the empty space. Make men hard-hearted. Place him on the truck. Christina Rossetti, The Plague. Have you seen the caterers, keeping all folk fed? Well surely remember this year, Old Mrs Mop who lives right next door 0 But there can always be a rebirth of love. They say that a hotel in the West of Ireland Alone, but well-fed, I worked by day and loved by night. Our basic need for human touch, Win Clangers Clanger ChunkiChilli Rossetti (1830-94) captures the terrifying suddenness of plague as it gripped the living and rapidly transformed them into the dead indeed, the multitude dead. So why don't you pepuptheday? We are all in this together. Have you seen the porters, down on their heels, Wake to the choices you make as to how to live now. By a dustbin lid Pingback: Pandemic Poetry | Once uPUN a time Two fine novels on this theme are Journal of the Plague Year (1722) by Defoe and The Plague (1947) by Camus but Id rather read comedies at the moment ! Another week minus cake Go forth into the burial-ground and find /Parent Life has been completely D. Raab, We will get through the lockdown And get back to painting the town In Eighty Days Continuing my drive, just the earth and me, when asked did he rhyme 0 Be proud of how you cope. And animals are stuck on their farms Tim Dlugos, My Death. From morning until night. This was a lovely poem. A virus with a smiling heart of stone. Had to isolate away All over the place I really don't like this style. But I'm here to relieve stress and strife. the trees unpruned, ragged and deformed. Here is a poem from an Irish Franciscan, Richard Hendrick, written March 13, 2020. 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