It's destroying 

Fighting like animals 

For toilet paper 

The baby wipes 

And water 

Taking and erasing the shelves 

I am definitely avoiding the store 

Or it will break my bank 

I must go, before the store becomes an all out war 

And the pain of adjusting to the alarms blaring at me,

Stay safe.

Until I can come back to the laughter,

And the screams of joy,

Stay safe.

Until I can rant, 

And talk mindlessly,

Stay safe.

Until I can relapse,

And share memories with you again,

Stay safe.

Stay safe so that when we collide again,

We aren’t sad. 

Stay safe so that when we run into each other again,

We aren’t standing six feet apart. 

Stay safe until this passes,

Because we’re stronger than we think.

Until then,

Stay safe. 

Stay Healthy

Stay Home

Wash Your Hands

Move Your Body

Work Your Brain

Connect With People...Digitally

Disconnect From Media

Write a Letter

Read a Book

Binge a Show

And Most Importantly, Remember that Momma Tripp Cares <3

And wish on stars

Inhale the daffodils

Make plans with clouds shaped 

Like giraffes

Watch an army of ants build a fort 

Or march into battle

Taste the rain on your tongue 

Your hair soak n wet

Listen for the crickets' love songs

Go out and feel the dewy grass 

Between your toes 

Before the walls make us feel like

We're alone

And wish on stars

Inhale the daffodils

Make plans with clouds shaped 

Like giraffes

Watch an army of ants build a fort 

Or march into battle

Taste the rain on your tongue 

Your hair soak n wet

Listen for the crickets' love songs

Go out and feel the dewy grass 

Between your toes 

Before the walls make us feel like

We're alone

Tip: Try writing in a narrative style (tell a story).

The days are longer and the corona is winning.

However, her day goes on. 

She takes a shower and brushes her teeth and hair.

She works on the homework given and hopes she fairs.

She make her bland lunch, only a salad and sandwich.

Then watches Kim Possible say “what’s the sitch?”

She then checks the news and it’s always the same.

Another day inside and deaths on the way. 

The day then repeats like a broken record.

The girl hopes it doesn’t but it has seemed like forever. 

My chromebook on my lap.

Thinking of a poem to write,

While in quarantine.

We are stuck at home due to this mutated virus.

No school, no work.

This is our reality.

My mind craving something more.

Something that can bring me joy.

Stuck in a room. 

Far away from my friends.

What I want I cannot find.

My soul yearning for anything.

Something, someone, anything.

Here I sit.

Bored.

A terrific tool to try: alliteration ;)

having fun.

Eating, Sleeping,

I'm not done.

NIce and easy

How I long...

but instead

I work and stress

Man

That’s so wrong...

the shining sunlight as it ends.

An oxymoron of relief and pains

life still comes at us with it's turns and bends.

And as I look up at the sky

I stop and wonder

What if I die?

Will everyone stop and go asunder

Or will they smile

And look at space

A reminder of a dream worthwhile

Goodbye my friends and live with grace

For I hope I won’t have to see you

Anytime soon.

These empty streets,

They all lead back to you.

When my mind is flooded, 

And my heart is empty,

You come back into my space. 

You are the sun to my earth,

You bring me warmth,

But yet we are forever so far apart. 

And as we dance,

The stars will shine,

But never as bright as you.

Out of this whole galaxy,

Out of this whole universe,

I’m so glad to have met you.

But one day our dance will end,

And we will collide,

Forming a bond never to be broken,

And together we will shine. 

May we light up together,

And black hole do us part.

I’m sick and I’m sighing, sat inside my kitchen 
The walls and the doors all stomp on my ambition
- and there’s not enough doctors to get them to listen

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[explanation]
- I’ve never done rhyming poetry so I hope this was at least somewhat enjoyable lol
- fiction poem about what it’d be like trying to stop taking an addictive medication while under quarantine, trapped inside of your house with your medication. 
- based on the few months I spent weening myself off of my pills (that I took for medical reasons, not recreationally) but weening off of them still was really hard. Hope this was entertaining for whoever read it :)

Tip: Try incorporating numbers into your poem. (It’s cross-curricular!)

Day 11: Ms. Love, look at this video. They're using a net to keep this guy from escaping. 

Day 20: Think it'll come to America?

Day 41: Maybe we'll get out of school!

Day 46: Check out these funny memes!

Day 56: It's coming, but it's gonna be okay. 

Day 57: It's coming, but there's a plan, right?

Day 64: Wait, there's no cure?

Day 89: It's here. 

Day 112: You're shutting down in two days. Figure out how to say goodbye without tears. 

Day 114: Will we still have prom? What about graduation? Will we really come back?

Day 118: How did we get here?

Day 178: I miss you.

Tool: Try using sensory details in your poem. (What do you see, hear, taste, touch, smell?)

Tool: Try using a simile in your poem. 

bathing each room in its buttery glow.

I’ve noticed how peacefully Pearl* sleeps in the sunlight,

unbothered by exponential curves.

(I’ve noticed I could learn a thing or two from her.)

I’ve noticed how hushed my neighborhood streets have become,

as if someone turned the volume allllllllll the way down.

I’ve noticed how the constant quiet is making my mind less murky,

thoughts settling like recently shaken sediment.

(I’ve noticed I could learn a thing or two from this.)

I’ve noticed how kindhearted humankind can be,

donating time, money, support, and compassion.

I’ve noticed how selfless society can be,

social distancing or entering the trenches--

all for a common goal.

(I’ve noticed we could all learn a thing or two from this.)

-------

*Pearl - Ms. Huber’s dog baby 

So I'd say 

It was

Pretty productive

Tool: Try enjambment...an enjambment is the continuation of a sentence beyond a line break, couplet, or stanza without an expected pause.

As ever, starting a fight

And ending it with a 

Simple and sweet knife,

Slicing through a cake. 

But in between the war 

It made, it crushed us 

From the inside out. 

It shredded through 

Our graduation and delicately picked

Apart the ones we loved

And desperately gouged for revenge 

Of the plague that couldn’t 

Do it’s job.   

Tool: We haven't tried a rhyme scheme yet. Maybe try one here.

When you wake up and realize 

It was just a bad dream

Well I've been asleep for days

Waiting for someone to

Shake me 

Waiting for the morning sun to

Come and kiss my face

Waiting to greet my loves at the door

And these new memories to erase

I've been waiting for the Sunday dread

And Friday relief

But everyday is just the same 

I can't even believe

Desperately wanting to turn back time

To be with my friends in the place I truly call home

With each tear I shed

America climbs the charts 

But I’m still here in this bed

Each day always seems worse than the last

I’ve wondered a long time 

Will I wake up one day in the past

Maybe one day I’ll wake up

See my friends and teachers smile and laugh

Maybe this isn’t reality and soon it will interrupt

Just why can’t I wake up...

Tool: Free verse

The first cough arrived.

A day before, 

Changing laws I didn’t abide.

I forgot to wash my hands and

I always touch my face.

Maybe that’s why I’ve been sick for four days.

I went to work still, 

But customers caught me ill.

They thought I had the corona,

So they stayed away.

What bad timing to get a sinus infection,

I think as I stock the condiment section.

With a runny nose on site

And coughs in my lungs,

I write this four days later,

A bird with no song.

I coughed so hard my voice is gone.

So no more rocking out to music I guess.

Need another tissue, hold on!

The neighborhood 
No longer exists

But I can still feel its heartbeat

Tool: Try incorporating a color somewhere in your poem. 

Tool: Mimicry…mimic the formal language or format of a warning. 

Tool: How about onomatopoeia? Boom, everything's changed! 

Notifications come pouring in

Learning is happening again

Today is a win win

Tool: Try writing from the perspective/voice of the virus. 

Old age should burn and rave at close of day;

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,

Because their words had forked no lightning they

Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright

Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,

And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,

Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight

Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,

Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.

Do not go gentle into that good night.

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Picking lucky clovers

Finding secret rocks

Tip: Try writing at least 10 lines… since you have all weekend...or multiple poems! 😉 

I feel to every

Human being on

The planet. 

There's 6 feet of separation

But there's a closeness that only happens 

Once in a generation

We grieve alone together

But we are together

Across the miles

And listen to the notes 
Fall from the sky

While I sway to the tune 
Of a broken heart 
In prefect time

Tip: Be specific and concrete. Don't use vague words like good, amazing, awesome. Compare that hug to something we can actually feel. #simile

So cold and dreary

But to finally be enveloped in warmth

The pure goodness of a hug after so long

It’s almost euphoric

To have that hug full of love and promises

Almost like being locked in by a fluff cloud

Words cannot describe how much I needed this

When will this be over, the refrain

Will I see your face again

How do we erase this pain

When will this be over

Tip: Use apostrophe! An apostrophe is a poetic device where the writer addresses a person or thing that isn’t present with an exclamation. Example: “O stranger of the future!"

Honestly, yesterday's news was both shocking and unsurprising at the same time. My question (prompt) for the weekend is how are you feeling? Just get it all out, baby ducks. 🐣 

Everyone in the world became unwell

Businesses are at force to shut down 

No one can´t be close around

It's more like an apocalypse 

People fighting to survive and get what they need

All of the house supplies are more harder to find

At this point everyone has basically lost their mind

The plans that we all had are cancelled 

Our boredom became harder to handle 

Some people are very disappointing

They only care about fun while it causes more harm

We all wish for everything to be back to normal

But what will be the new normal after all of this is over

The memories we will have will haunt us forever. 

We find food and drinks and all sorts of stuff

We find a show and have us a binge 

We gain weight and when you notice it

You know it has to end

No more school,

No more anything.

But what there is

Is work.

Of course, there is work.

Can't catch a break.

When I'm in this dark tunnel with nothing or no one to turn to.

Sometimes dancing helps...

When I'm alone. 

Deep into thought. 

Weary of what's yet to come.

Sometimes dancing helps...

When left without. 

When I'm lost in my thoughts. 

When I'm.. alone.

When I can't sleep, eat, drink, bathe.

Dance has always been there and I can always count on dance to be my alternative. 

Turned into two

Next thing you know

The whole school year is through

Play nothing but games

And drink mountain dew

Virtual learning

Turn in what is due

Just passed that class 

What can i say?

You think im fr? Nah jk

my free time was low
I went everywhere pimpin on the low
then corona hit
I had no where to go
corona made me sit
it gave me more goals
so i got to start on my music
immaculate flow all day
girls in the DMs
¨I want you to be my bae¨
I said I cant you wasnt there from the start
im meeko suavea
im a work of art

Dead poets honor🙏🙏🙏.

i cant even taste

sometimes I think

I'm such a waste

covid19 

got me depressed

somedays i can't even

get out of bed and 

get dressed

migrate out?

maybe go west?

Nah we cant 

cuz that's where Rona hit best

so we just sit in silence

along with the rest 

but joe biden gave us money

yeah we shouldn't be stressed

i cant taste

sometimes I think

I'm such a waste

covid19 

got me depressed

somedays i can't even

get out of bed and 

get dressed

migrate out?

maybe go west?

Nah we cant 

cuz that's where Rona hit best

so we just sit in silence

along with the rest 

but joe biden gave us money

yeah we shouldn't be stressed

 to an alarm, just to turn on my computer

 to “learn”.

Around the screen is just the teachers face

 and a bunch of profile pictures.

“Turn on your camera”, 

no one listened

Snow days are now virtual,

Ruined fun days.

Senior year now,

  until I see you again sophomore year.

Crowding around a table

 with lots of food for thanksgiving.

Saying prayer before feasting

 and gaining 10 pounds.

Mashed potatoes and gravy fill my plate,

As we make our way

 to put our Christmas tree up.

the most important year of my high school education was the worst year of my high school education. 
I was never an A+ student, 
but I did pretty good in school
until there was no school to go to 
because a disease spread and the  world couldn't overcome it 
now I'm in school and doing better 
with only the goal to graduate since colleges won't look at senior year grades.

Turned into an almost 2 year wait 

Arguments on whether or not to mask 

Struggling with school trying to pass 

Covid has changed me in many ways 

Because no one wants to work I get a pay raise

A different skin routine 

I have become my best self during quarantine

I’ve learned a lot about self care 

But going on lockdown again I couldn’t bare 

Teachers asking questions but not a peep 

Blank screens all around 

Nothing heard not a sound 

Multiple missing assignments 

Wishing we could already put this behind us

Promises of finishing it tonight 

What’s the harm in waiting till tomorrow right?