#quarantine poems

[sanddollarpoems]

I feel it closing in

With every ping of my phone

Another friend wanting to talk

Or hang out

Or grab drinks

And I get it, this is what we do now

As a culture

This is how we "society"

But my introvert ass wants bed and a book

And I don't want to talk

Or be friends

Or exist

For a couple of months at least

God, I think I miss 2020

#sanddollarpoems #spilled ink #poem #poetry #quick write #MY TRUTH #confessions of an introvert #introvert things #please #can we all just fucking quarantine again? #is that too much to ask? #all these goddamn extroverts are killing me #maybe I'll fake my death #and move overseas #I'm taking suggestions #halp

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

A poet RIP.

After testing positive with COVID, Patricia Horan, the poet, passed away.

Below is her final poem, written with insistence and ferocity via text from her hospital bed according to her friend Elizabeth Sabo.

Notes on a Stay in a Hospital Quarantine Cell

© Patricia G. Horan :: December 27, 2020

“I swallow my pride and it tastes like honey and salt.

The air has embraced my private body and has approved, and it quietly rejoices in its revelations and the liberation of its childlike spills and neediness. How I reach to love it suddenly, this stranger I’ve kept in a fifties New Jersey suitcase, only removing it for one afternoon on a nude fire island beach.

Now it is truly liberated in a small windowless quarantine room in North Carolina.

The machines behind me beep, shining little christmas trees, watching my pulses, systems, and disturbances like grandmothers, occasionally clucking, unfashionably faithful through the night. I am pinned head to toe to a proud family of counters, weighers, and witnesses. This little womb and its divine protocols.

Shame is peeled from the human body when the body is wet with sweet tears and shocking love. It has suckers like snails and they make marks. The shameless body houses the soul proudly instead of shrouding it.

My mother tells me I began to walk on my first birthday. Today I took steps alone from the commode to the bed, to the applause of my caregiver. Eighty years has incensed up in a laughing swirl of smudge smoke. A laughing swirl of smudge smoke and ageless birthday courage.

Echoing a hated preachment, I see that my life is just where it belongs, that mistakes are potholes filled in with diamonds.

If this dream goes away in the glare and blare of rough reality I will lovingly remember it the way I recall my dying mother squeezing my hand that is now identical to hers. My tenderness spills over in tears of recognition and reconciliation.

Message from a Quarantine Room.

Little womb of a room.”

#COVID #poem #poetry #Message from a Quarantine Room #nebulizer #Patricia Horan #2020

[schuylerpeck]

excerpt from today’s newsletter

schuylerpeck / instagram: hiitssky

#poetry #poems #spilled ink #quotes #creative writing #poets on tumblr #prose #schuyler peck #self care #quarantine #writers on tumblr #writing #prose poetry #mental health

[opheliapenning]

Quarantined Freedom

a little poem that i wrote during the height of lockdowns in my town; a time when escapism was a need, not a want 

(August 23rd, 2021)

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[lontanodalpanicoo]

Intrappolata nel letto, cosa ho fatto di male?

Catene di ricordi e speranze mi inchiodano a terra, ma non sono più io, non ho più un cuore.

Ti guardo e penso: se non te ne fossi andata così presto, forse avrei potuto salvarmi. Forse.

Forse

Forse è davvero colpa mia.

È colpa mia se te ne sei andata.

È colpa mia.

#correre via #scrittura #fat #dca #loseweighnow #voglio morire #grassa #cibo #eat #mi odio #not pro just using tags #perderepeso #quarantine #eating disoder thoughts #dimagrire #anorexya #don’t binge #lacrime #pensieri #short poem #ed but not sheeran #not proud of it #im so tired #this is depressing #tw depressing thoughts #tw #amore #notprojustusingthetags #my writing #spilled poetry

[zukkaoru]

going through some of my old poetry google docs and. why did i write a h.igh s.chool m.usical fic in the same doc as internalized homophobia and religious guilt are making me think i deserve to die poems

#tw internalized homophobia #tw religious guilt #tw suicide #actually if you want a good portrayal of my mental state directly before covid hit #here it is #no but literally the doc goes #i have to leave this town or i'm going to kill myself (poem) -> h.sm fic -> i hate myself for being a lesbian (poems) #??? #ANYWAY glad i'm doing better now bc i was really going through it in early 2020 #i was isolating myself and wanting to die before the quarantine era ever started #tw self loathing #tw homophobia #idk if this needs other tags or not #i'm doing much better though now i promise #i no longer hate myself for being a lesbian!! major character development!!

[junflower123]

You’re right!

I have changed

We both knew a different person all those years ago

I barely know her anymore

But, you still know her well

And you refuse to mourn her loss

As if mourning her would mean losing me!

I don’t understand how the hell you could miss her

You think she just died

But really, she has been long gone

But you never noticed…

You miss the girl that was broken

Weak, dependent on you

You needed a child so you could feel like a parent with some level of competency

A superiority complex feeding off my inferiority complex

You can’t swoop in and save someone who doesn’t exist anymore

But you made it your mission to find her again…

I’m not interested in bringing her back from the dead

Bringing us back from the dead

Our story was only a fairytale

Because you were the only one doing the writing

You never taught me how to write

Because you told me you could just do it for me

But you were scared

Of the power of my voice

I am loud.

You had to convince yourself you couldn’t hear me

So eventually, I would be quiet

And then, this could be based on a true story

You didn’t want what was best for me

You wanted what you thought was best for me

Was actually what you thought was best for you

And while I don’t know what’s actually best for you

I know holding onto who I was isn’t it

Please, mourn her.

Sometimes, I think I miss her too.

But, who I really think I miss is you

But, we have to finally lay her out rest

Lay this to rest

Lay us to rest.

You mourn her

While I mourn us

#writeblr #writing #mental health #mental health poems #mental health matters #toxic friendship #toxic friends #self growth #self care #poem #poetry #poetryisnotdead #original writing #original poem #quarantine poetry #original poetry #creative writing #quarantine poem #quarantine writing #dead poets society #poets corner #am writing #writers of tumblr #writeblogging #poets on tumblr #writeblr community #writers #poets society #poets of tumblr

[yoursecretmoon]

drawing stars in the air

#poetry #poets on tumblr #love poetry #free verse #writers #writing #original poem #creative writing #love #words #stars #isolation #quarantine #covid19

[themeghanamanjunath]

Your path will unfold

Your history will be told

Behold the light you hold

Shield it from the cold

Be ever so kind

And you will find

It is this part of you

That stays ever true

Despite icy winds that blow

Find a way to glow

In darkness abound

You will be found

Above all, I'll choose you

And everything I do

Will be with you in mind

After all we're one of a kind

Self-love isn't just a harp

It's both shield and sword sharp

Loving you isn't a task

All of you under that mask

Shake off the weariness of the world

Open up, let your petals unfurl

Loving you is long overdue

And as long as I am, I will continue

#spilled ink #spilled thoughts #spilled words #writeaway #poems on tumblr #quarantine writing #poetry #writing #writers #longing #love #note to self #short poem #self worth #self care #self love #self ship

[clarislam]

I'm excited to share that my poems "Sick Days," "Everything Is Fine," and "Quarantined Fear" were published in Young Canadians Roundtable on Health’s project "In Their Own Words: Reflections By Youth On The Pandemic!" 

Thank you to the YCRH for publishing my work!

Read my poetry here: https://healthydebate.ca/2022/12/topic/sick-days/ 

Read all the works in the project here: https://healthydebate.ca/special-series/in-their-own-words/

#writeblr #published poetry #poetry #poetryblr #poems #my poetry #Sick Days #Quarantined Fear #claris' poetry #claris writes #Everything Is Fine #published poems #publication #new publication

[inspiration-apparent]

Untitled

Delia Saastamoinen, April ‘20

I just want to run away

and start over

and meet new people

and cry new tears

and pick new flowers in the spring.

#poem #poetry #original poetry #delia saastamoinen #quarantine kicking in #love the melancholy that quarantine added to my poetry #you’ll see it as you get more recent

[virtualdavis]

Hammock Huddle Haiku

Hammock Huddle Haiku: spared by yesterday's storm, our hammock huddle has been (and remains) a liminal space for reimagination and transformation.

Hammock Huddle (Source: Geo Davis) Hankering for a hammock huddle this morning, so I’ll I revisit the photograph I shared on June 6 depicting a herd of hammocks near the orchard. Yes, the color is a little over juiced. And the shadows are dark almost to the point of feeling ominous. Or cozy? But this moment beckons this morning given yesterday’s storm damage. (I’ve included another image below…

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#haiku #hammock #hammock huddle #icehouse #liminal space #liminality #micropoem #pandemic #poem #Poetics of Place #poetry #quarantine #The Poetics of Space #transformation #transition

[schuylerpeck]

snippet from today’s lil newsletter

schuylerpeck / instagram: hiitssky

#poetry #poems #spilled ink #quotes #creative writing #poets on tumblr #loneliness #isolation #quarantine #prose #prose poetry #schuyler peck #writers on tumblr

[cg111423ca]

A Tumblr siempre llegó cuando todo se apaga y prevalece el silencio, cuando todo se calma y me ahogan cada uno de mis pensamientos, y en medio de todo esto descubro que no estoy sola en este mundo, porque al observar mi inicio observo que en todos lados existe gente sintiéndose como yo me siento.

#quarantine #quedateencasa #mujeres #writers #textos #notas #desaparecer #sentimientos #sentir #sentimiental #chica tumblr #poems on tumblr #tumblr #artists on tumblr #writers on tumblr #frasi tumblr

[onyx-sphinx]

I wrote this a while back, during quarantine (unsurprisingly). But the feeling I was trying to capture and communicate still continues to be relevant today.

#writing #creative writing #original writing #writer #author #prose #prose poem #prose poetry #my prose #quarantine #covid #coronavirus #original content #original work

[gummysharktheif]

they ask me how i am, but all i can do is sigh

and pause

for it’s been a long….

week? month? past couple of years?

i don’t know. pick your poison.

each one comes with new monsters.

#creative writing #poetry #poetic? #writers on tumblr #writing #poetsandwriters #short poetry #writerslife #writersociety #depressing?ig? #mental health matters #writings #fypシ #haha yikes #mental heath awareness #original poem #mental heath support #poets on tumblr #quarantine #idk man #it all started back in 2020 #it was just a downhill ride from there #ok i think thats enough tags #bye? #yea #bye <3