Quarantine Shravya Sethi, 11 The light, not of sun The clash of a noise Coming from the box It’s not quite a toy The smell of a cake wafting from the oven door you dive in and say “I really want more!” A mask of protection For others, not you So that when you sneeze The germs can’t get through Digging holes, making new life Planting more, watching them thrive Aching back, going to sleep Joyous cries, seeing them strive A flight past the houses I’m a blur, on two thin wheels pumping my feet, dirtying blouses The sensation is surreal And sitting at home On the couch, all alone This year we shall stare silently at our phones
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The Tyrant Virus, a poem by Benjamin Wu, 11
Benjamin Wu, 11Baltimore, MD The Tyrant Virus Benjamin Wu, 11 The Coronavirus shows no intention of going away Bulking up and gushing out day by day Huffing and puffing and doling out dismay Tossing disease around like confetti everyday. Flooding the nation with desperate despair Death toll so high, Cases erupting Spreading fear across the globe. Rampaging across America in a destructive way But . . . The doctors out there will keep it at bay And with scientists making new medicines, nothing will stand in our way! When a vaccine comes, Coronavirus will pay!
My Room, a poem by Julia Marcus, 13
Julia Marcus, 13Culver City, CA My Room Julia Marcus, 13 Four faded white walls, two open windows, two closed doors, three paintings, one whiteboard, and just one human being. That would be me. Me sinking into the cushions of the couch, me curled on my left side in my bed, me sprawled out across the floor. Staring at the three pictures on the wall, or the various little items pinned to the corkboard, or rereading a book from the bookshelf, or scribbling something with an Expo marker. This is where I have spent most of the past five months. And where I have lived for four or five years. Where I have come for solace and where I have celebrated small victories. It is a place embedded with my personality and could show anyone with a single glance around the room who this person named me is. What I am. And most importantly, where I am.
