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Coronavirus poem by Alisa Zou, 12

by Stone Soup Editors

Published August 21, 2020

Coronavirus poem Alisa Zou, 12 Out there, Corona is probably having fun. But, We are struggling. Corona, Please stop attacking us. Look, I know what you are doing (For a virus), But This is a...

Light at the End of the Tunnel, by Chloe Chan, 12

by Stone Soup Editors

Published August 20, 2020

Light at the End of the Tunnel Chloe Chan, 12 Watching the paint dry on a wall is really boring. But this is how I feel during quarantine at home due to the novel coronavirus....

The Healing Virus, a poem by Prisha Aswal, 7

by Stone Soup Editors

Published August 19, 2020

The Healing Virus Prisha Aswal, 7 What if there was a healing virus? Would it be as blue as an iris? Or, would it be yellow? And make everyone’s life mellow? What if it brings...

The Dust Cloud, a personal narrative by Arshia Ramesh, 10

by Stone Soup Editors

Published August 18, 2020

The Dust Cloud Arshia Ramesh, 10 There was no possibility of taking a walk that day. The air quality from the Sahara Desert dust cloud was rated over 350 in Kansas. Which was twice as...

Gone, a poem by Lyla Hershkovitz, 10

by Stone Soup Editors

Published August 17, 2020

No Time To Go On Walks, a reflection by Sophi Reynolds, 12

by Stone Soup Editors

Published August 14, 2020

No Time To Go On Walks Sophi Reynolds, 12 There was no possibility of taking a walk that day. With everything going on, I had not one moment to spare. If I did, it would...

Covid Superheroes, a poem by Devanshi Das, 13

by Stone Soup Editors

Published August 13, 2020

Covid Superheroes Devanshi Das, 13 It’s been days since she was home Leaving her family and kids behind In the same city, living in a small hotel room After a long day...

The Silent Threat, a story by Rex Huang, 11

by Stone Soup Editors

Published August 12, 2020

The Silent Threat Rex Huang, 11 There was no possibility of taking a walk that day. That day lightning cracked outside, as loud as firecrackers. There was snow as far as the eye could see. And...

Stuck, a personal narrative by Ismini Vasiloglou, 11

by Stone Soup Editors

Published August 11, 2020

The Goal, a story by Ziva Ye, 9

by Stone Soup Editors

Published August 10, 2020

The Goal Ziva Ye, 9 I lived a happy life. I loved to roll around in the grass and laughing with the other kids at recess. I didn’t even care that my leather black-and-white pentagon...

Coronavirus poem by Alisa Zou, 12

Post Published August 21, 2020 by Stone Soup Editors

Coronavirus poem Alisa Zou, 12 Out there, Corona is probably having fun. But, We are struggling. Corona, Please stop attacking us. Look, I know what you are doing (For a virus), But This is a very Serious problem That I want you to Understand. Listen, We are Dying. Please go away. You are too strong to fight.

Light at the End of the Tunnel, by Chloe Chan, 12

Post Published August 20, 2020 by Stone Soup Editors

Light at the End of the Tunnel Chloe Chan, 12 Watching the paint dry on a wall is really boring. But this is how I feel during quarantine at home due to the novel coronavirus. I cannot dine out in restaurants, taking in the atmosphere. Instead, I have to eat at home. I cannot go to the grocery store: I have to do grocery shopping online.

The Healing Virus, a poem by Prisha Aswal, 7

Post Published August 19, 2020 by Stone Soup Editors

The Healing Virus Prisha Aswal, 7 What if there was a healing virus? Would it be as blue as an iris? Or, would it be yellow? And make everyone’s life mellow? What if it brings joy, As sadness you will not enjoy, Wouldn’t it be nice if it takes away all your pain? Or gives a little rest to your brain What if it makes it easy to breathe? And cures you fully underneath?

The Dust Cloud, a personal narrative by Arshia Ramesh, 10

Post Published August 18, 2020 by Stone Soup Editors

The Dust Cloud Arshia Ramesh, 10 There was no possibility of taking a walk that day. The air quality from the Sahara Desert dust cloud was rated over 350 in Kansas. Which was twice as bad as it was last time. I feel like we are prisoners in our own home, not able to go out or open any doors and windows. We have not had a breath of fresh air in exactly one month and 27 days.

Gone, a poem by Lyla Hershkovitz, 10

Post Published August 17, 2020 by Stone Soup Editors

Gone Lyla Hershkovitz, 10 Gone She drifts away Crumbling As I hold her hand, it crinkles Lifeless Drained She says something I cannot understand, Maybe because I’m not thinking Fluids drip out of full bags, The nurses detach the suctions As if they want her to melt away Her ring slips off, I don’t catch it It’s like being a baby and wanting to tell your mother you love her It�...

No Time To Go On Walks, a reflection by Sophi Reynolds, 12

Post Published August 14, 2020 by Stone Soup Editors

No Time To Go On Walks Sophi Reynolds, 12 There was no possibility of taking a walk that day. With everything going on, I had not one moment to spare. If I did, it would have been used to do something other than taking a walk to clear my mind. I always had something to do.

Covid Superheroes, a poem by Devanshi Das, 13

Post Published August 13, 2020 by Stone Soup Editors

Covid Superheroes Devanshi Das, 13 It’s been days since she was home Leaving her family and kids behind In the same city, living in a small hotel room After a long day of hospital work, A video call at night with her kids Was her solace and keeps peace of mind.

The Silent Threat, a story by Rex Huang, 11

Post Published August 12, 2020 by Stone Soup Editors

The Silent Threat Rex Huang, 11 There was no possibility of taking a walk that day. That day lightning cracked outside, as loud as firecrackers. There was snow as far as the eye could see. And yet, everyone except me and my mother flocked outside for an Armistice Day celebration. But me and my mother were worried, for if we went, something horrible will haunt us.

Stuck, a personal narrative by Ismini Vasiloglou, 11

Post Published August 11, 2020 by Stone Soup Editors

Stuck Ismini Vasiloglou, 11 I write this sitting in the kitchen sink while pondering the recent news my mother just shared. I stare at the various colors of cat hair on the floor from my grandmother’s multiple cats, trying to distract myself. Our flight’s been canceled. In a way I expected it, but finding out is still a shock.

The Goal, a story by Ziva Ye, 9

Post Published August 10, 2020 by Stone Soup Editors

The Goal Ziva Ye, 9 I lived a happy life. I loved to roll around in the grass and laughing with the other kids at recess. I didn’t even care that my leather black-and-white pentagon patterned clothes got smothered with grass stains! My favorite subject in school was gym. Every time I was sent into the goal in a good game of soccer, everyone cheered.

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