Everyone knows that a coronavirus pandemic has now been declared in the world: almost all countries have closed their borders, people are sitting at home in quarantine, doctors are urging to take all precautions so as not to contract a terrible disease. In order not to become discouraged and depressed, relatives and friends send each other funny pictures and poems about the coronavirus, because, as you know, optimists get sick much less often.
Coronavirus inspiring and supportive verses
In a difficult situation with quarantine and forced self-isolation, support, love, care are needed more than ever. You can cheer up, show that everything will work out with the help of beautiful poems.
Spring has come, we've been waiting for it so much,
Of course, they did not know that the virus would come with it.
They wanted to enjoy the warmth of the sun,
They expected the blizzards to recede soon.
But here, like a bolt from the sky -
There will be no good mood.
Coronavirus made its way to us in the spring,
He laughed at our dreams.
Let's not cry and grieve
In quarantine, we will continue to dream.
In the spring we will say: "Hello!", We will wave at the window.
Not so, this virus is probably scary.
Time will pass, a wonderful summer will come
The sun will look warm, clear.
Everyone who is sick will of course get better
And they will immediately go home.
No matter how hard it is for us,
After darkness comes light.
To never get sick
You need to love sports forever,
Stock up on vitamins
And, of course, smile.
Positive person
Will live a happy age.
We're in quarantine now
We sit like flies in a web.
Spend time usefully
Better watch movies
You read more books,
Most importantly, do not be discouraged!
When I have to sit at home
In order not to get sick,
Of course, it's not sweet,
After all, not everything is all right in the world.
Take the will into a fist,
Even if everything goes wrong.
Live in love and joy
You will defeat all viruses!
Poems about Russia and the coronavirus
A friend of mine! Quarantine today.
Perhaps you are alone now?
But remember: you are not alone.
You are ours! You are Russian. God is with us!He will not leave us in trouble.
The infection is near. God is everywhere!
And he will tear off her crown.
She will not take the throne.The "virus" will not dictate
How do we love and kiss
And how should we live, and what should we drink.
The contagion of the Russians cannot be blamed.Yes, we knew the time
When there was famine and war
When the plague of people mowed down,
But we have a special strength.All the saints helped us,
When we called on God.
And in this quarantine battle
You are not alone - all Russia is with you!We know how to share bread.
In trouble, we turn to the sky.
And believe that there will be help for us.
There is no power higher than the power of God!Now we are at home - it doesn't matter.
We gave away cities
The French trampled Moscow down,
And we saw other evil spirits.And everyone fled as fast as they could.
Who did not have time, he died here.
The crown will also bend here,
Luck will not smile at her.During the days of Great Lent,
When nature comes to life
And waits for the Risen Christ,
We were given preparation time.
Closed hot spots.
The dance has stopped
And the affairs of the usual whirlwind.
Of course, this is a shake-up of nerves.
But how else to look?There is a chance to look at your life:
How do I live? Whom do I love?
We are aware of everyone and everything in the world.
And our children are on the Internet.And our years flew away.
And our souls grew cold.
We were all stopped at once.
Yes, it's fear. But this is a chance!Slow down on a bend.
Clean your home and shower!
Leonid Liberov "Saving Perhaps!"
(note: The poem was sent to us by the author himself (the reader of the site))
Corona - virus nature -
A threat to any people
Fears, passions are raging in the World,
Borders are closed by the authorities
Outright roamed
From China, he took a bastard,
So to us any infection
Strives to get through right away!
Chicken flu, swine flu,
Unknown other
The wall should be erected,
Save Russia from misfortunes!
Maybe it will, but for now
Don't play the fool:
March, together, as one -
Home to quarantine!
We hold the defense tight
We buy pasta,
Buckwheat full pantry -
We are not afraid of hunger strikes!
And many fellows
Plenty of cans of cucumbers
And mushrooms and marinade,
Well, what else do we want?
Our main antibiotic
The adored "drug"
They haven't found a better one yet
Than a head of garlic!
Ailments save from anyone,
Nobody even argues
Smell, really, take your eye out
We need a gas mask here!
Antiseptics instead
Better than vodka - no topics!
You can drink and wash your hands
Therefore, be healthy!
Ah, there is no mask in pharmacies!
You spit on these fairy tales,
From simple family panties,
There will be a couple for the ideological!
No crowds in shops
There is no smell of gasoline
No work and no worries
Everyone eats and someone drinks!
On TV in the morning
Doctors speak
The main thing is to wash your hands,
And forget about the street!
And waking up in the morning
I give will to my legs
In an apartment forty meters
I "cut" kilometers!
The neighbor has an interesting one,
Home business "wonderful" -
Time does not waste in vain -
Dog walking "trusts"! …
No vaccine against the virus -
Panacea of medicine,
But the "crown" will not pass
And so it will die!
After all, we have for hundreds of years,
Your native immunity!
There is no other country in the world
To brag about it!
It is necessary - eh to rush into panic,
To save yourself from the virus,
After all, no matter what happens,
There is a saving Perhaps!
09.04.2020
Cool and unusual poems about coronavirus
When panic and fear for one's own health and the lives of loved ones grips, funny poems will come to the rescue. One cannot lose a sense of humor even in such a difficult situation that has developed in the world now.
Napoleon once walked at us,
He wanted to capture the Russian people.
But the defeated fled
A big failure awaited him.
Hitler threw bombs at us,
But he lost the war.
Coronavirus now
Knocked on our door.
Thinks he won
He put a crown on his forehead.
But it's not so easy to break us
We will live for a long time, virus.
We all instantly, at once
We disinfect with vodka.
We will all put on miraculous masks,
Don't tell us fairy tales!
We, the virus, are not afraid of you,
We'll hide in the apartments for now.
We will eat ginger, garlic,
To help us from the flu.
COVID-19, we will not surrender to you,
We will all turn into brave warriors.
Grew up on Chinese land
A vicious, scary, vile virus.
He made his way to Europe,
It turned out to be in all countries.
Both in Australia and in the States
They are in the wards with the virus.
All the masks sooner bought
And they put on gloves
Buckwheat rushed to buy,
Hide sugar under the bed.
Panic at the nation
We are all sitting in isolation.
Although there is no vaccine yet,
I will tell you a secret.
The best cure for a bad virus is
Positive and smile, that's my word.
Don't listen to the news
Eat vitamins
Drink a hundred grams
So you will be happy.
Don't panic
Like on the Titanic.
Sit quietly at home
Watch TV
Play games with your family,
The main thing is not to be discouraged.
Do not drink vodka in liters,
Smile, don't get sick.
They all sold out in the stores,
The shelves were empty yesterday.
They grabbed bundles of toilet paper
I hardly have enough mine for a week.
I wish everyone that COVID
We were not spoiled by the appearance.
Let us remain people
No more jostling at the box office.
Do sports at home,
Do not indulge in despondency.
To make the virus get confused
And I would rather get out.
Short poems
Humor and positivity are the main weapons against the terrible coronavirus. Of course, we shouldn't forget about masks, disinfection, frequent hand washing and other precautions, which are now constantly repeated by medical workers.
Short verses about COVID-19:
In China, the mouse is a bat
It spread the infection in the country.
Of course, a matter of chance
But terrible things.
We will defeat the virus together
Protect from COVID
Our dear planet,
And we will live happily on.
I wish you to be careful
Do not pick up a virus,
Strengthen immunity,
Live without grief, tears and troubles.
Let the stock not run out of products,
May each of us be healthy.
To end the crisis as soon as possible,
So that the virus evaporates faster.
Sing merry songs
Wash your hands often with soap and water.
Eat fruits, garlic,
To prevent the virus from penetrating.
Protect the body
Optimism will help you.
Panic is our worst enemy
When things go wrong.
We will kill the virus with laughter
And we will live happily.
Just don't forget
Wipe your hands with alcohol.
The most popular poems about the coronavirus
A lot of funny and interesting poems from modern authors have appeared on the Internet. The most popular are presented below.
Optimism pill from Grigory Pevzner
A ghost roams Europe -
and not only in Europe.
God spanks us on the butt -
He's a pro in this area.
Even Chancellor Aunt Merkel
out of work in quarantine.
The virus is everywhere - in Rome eh, in Mecca eh
there are no boundaries to him, beast!
The patriarch is very pleased:
“Serve it right! Believe it sucks! "
The internet is filled with howls -
fear walks and howls like a beast.
We are a match for tired gnomes -
hit the head on the shoulders of the virus.
He, proud of his dashing genome,
grew to an elephant,
he flies around the planet,
he is related to the bat.
Only children are not afraid.
The virus goes on, the virus goes up!
Savior has no sleepless nights:
what if he enters quietly at night ?!
Holiday in pension funds:
the elderly - on the way out!
He goes shopping
at doctors sits with patients.
And, under the mask, gaping mouth,
we bow his name.
He, having stepped onto the stage,
spares no black paint -
soon doctor Komarovsky
on the screen will be masked!
Everyone is trembling and the virus goes out
hiding in the bowels of quarantine.
So now they rest
and Hitchcock and Tarantino.
And in the network there is a double of Roshal,
Yura Klimov from Wuhan:
Mix lemon with garlic, they say,
and hold your breath!
How can a layman figure it out ?!
How to inhale now without a sigh ?!
In general, is it bad? Bad, brothers!
But how bad are brothers?
Light forms actually
much more than dangerous.
We are all a little stunned
from threats that are not very clear.
I would have ordered to carve on a stone -
let them read and gossip:
Thousands are dying! But hundreds of thousands
coughing nearby, but jumping!
Instead of folding the legs
better to act with the whole world:
undoubtedly hide the weak
hide old ones in apartments,
supplying them with products
(but not shaking a paw!),
showing grandchildren to grandmothers
on the screen by WhatsApp.
Others - to live! And there is no hell
to start reading out of boredom,
so as not to go where it is not necessary,
to wash your hands more often!
Better not to meddle in crowds,
better in a mask than without a mask.
Better to worry less -
do not fold back all the skids!
As more than once during it,
the planet will be cleansed again.
Let us recall Solomon's ring.
Let's wait. This will also pass.
Sergey Shnurov about the virus in China
Suddenly the coronavirus broke out
People are full of ideas.
Travel the world
There are no queues yet.
It's quiet in the Louvre without the Chinese
There is grace in the Hermitage!
There is no such thing as dashing
Couldn't give something.
Grafting realism from Dr. Evgeny Komarovsky
Some relaxed very
And again they are naive, as in the beginning.
They are neither Spanish nor plague,
Looks like they haven't visited for a long time.
Others are dumb, mother-to-be.
But we are all cheerful, pushing our strength.
Some try to joke
Others stir up horror.
And hold hands - no, no,
So as not to be lost one by one.
But they lie to everyone, as from time immemorial,
About a miracle remedy and lotions.
And where the native country used to be wide,
Today the country. But holds power for a fool
You are everywhere. TV screens
Diligently pouring yellow content.
The government is lying, but there will be a sense of duty.
We will live badly, but not for long.
It doesn't take a president to predict the future.
And it will be true, whatever you say.
The perpetrators can be punished, but the virus cannot be punished.
The usual chaos reigns, crows are hiding nakarkav.
Sleeping ventilators in the garages of the oligarchs.
Just in case. But alas, the personal pathologist is cheaper.
Where the head is missing, the apparatus cannot help.
After all, no matter how much money is swords,
You can't survive alone.
We need a system and doctors.
Immediately, no procrastination.
Than kissing an infectious cross
Wear masks without fear.
Praying until you get bored.
The Lord will hear you in the mask.
Junna Moritz "Letter from the Front"
The virus crawled out on the faces
Fools and fools
Who are very anxious
That there are many living old people
Have not died out so far
In the name of a holy duty -
Don't live on Earth for so long!
In the TV box - the whole set
Cannibalism where the idiots are
Idiots flaunting their rage
They scream, tearing their throats,
That the virus is the killer of old age
An excellent remedy, a miracle,
Get rid of unnecessary mouths! …
But we, old people, are from there,
Where are viruses of all sorts
And all sorts of cannibalism
Our flesh was tortured
From childhood, but the Lord gave
We have such a secret remedy
What in the name of a holy duty
We have been living on Earth for so long!
Front - in translation - forehead,
It means face to face
Front of works - where is the face to the Creator
I work to live so
In the name of a holy duty -
For a very, very long time!
I am writing about this from the front
At night, before dawn …
With poetic greetings!
Dmitry Nazarov's song about coronavirus
There is silence in the stands around the world,
It's time for everyone to comply with the quarantine.
Goodbye football, goodbye
It is very difficult to play in spacesuits.
In Orenburg, elegant and modest,
restless "Spartak" from Moscow
Three-headed hydra of Gazprom,
Stripped my head goodbye
Dmitry Bykov "Quarantine"
Melita Vujnovic from WHO
Everything is hot and hot
With a tinge of gloomy ear
She reproaches the cheerful Muscovites:
They are dressed in bright colors
Walk easily without masks
In the infectious air of spring
The young growth rejoices,
Not keeping the distance,
Laughing, kissing - if only henna!
I'm proud of them. Understand, Melita:
We are the European elite
We are not in the same row with you,
In addition, in fact, the spring
We have fifteen days a year
And it's a sin for me to sit in an apartment
In the midst of a sunny day
Not captured yet
Soldiers of the National Guard me.
I know myself that there is no time for jokes,
That the year is harsh, that the virus is terrible,
That I am a shameful gouge
That the world is depressed … But we -
In his element. You Melita
Don't scare me, piita.
We are, thank God, not in Marseille.
We - from Kamchatka to Moscow -
We got sick with everything they could,
And more solid than you.
The Russian experience is recognized by all:
My great country
I was ill with Leninism,
Snotty neo-monarchism,
Shrill retro-anarchism
Arrogant nationalism
Unbridled capitalism
Repeated terrorism
Barracks socialism
National Bolshevism,
And Putinism-nullism
She is still sick;
She herself chooses
Such a fate, gentlemen,
And never dies
Never getting better.
Your recipes are useless,
Don't waste your agility:
All our old diseases
We can repeat forever
Since we are a different country
And they suffered for three,
Laying flowers regularly
To the graves of their viruses.
The ranks have not thinned at all,
We give birth, not the first time,
We are in the midst of epidemics
We bloom like a field flower.
We are back in the old superpower:
Let the quarantine, it is more true -
We're prone to eternal ferry
So as not to change horses.
Chicks "Eaglet" and "Zarnitsa",
We remember everything. In our honor -
Close ranks, close borders
To stock up on eternal buckwheat,
It is customary to eat a heel of enemies,
Set a curfew -
And from the heart to break it,
Because he embarrasses us.
Isn't that our know-how
For these few weeks
To conceive Dachau,
And build a brothel after all?
And solidarity and gloating,
And "don't get ready for more than three",
And oppression without honor and shame,
And heroism, and risk, and brotherhood -
All this Russian wealth
Native local environment.
I see: traveling across Europe
Humanitarian aid from native authorities,
And this news is immediately in the top
Any Russian news.
Online, hard and stubborn
Shouts rush: "To Bergamo!"
Like a brown plague
We are saving Europe again
And no one cares what Europe has
(Don't listen to local lies!)
Your well-established paths,
Your tried-and-true cops
Medicines, tests, microscopes
And long-standing help,
Europe at the very first midnight
For no political reason
Sent all kinds of help
But he doesn’t shout - but we shout!
We've been naughty so many times
From intoxication, my God!
We've been sick so many times
Lies, oprichnina, plague,
But the spirit of defenses and attacks,
Ressentiments and grievances
Repressions, putsches, epidemics -
We are inspired and invigorated!
Although we feel uneasy -
Our world does not know antibodies.
We somehow came to life, by God,
A little bit this virus flew to us.
We consider this life bright
We can't hide the glow of our eyes -
It's not for nothing that it's called Kommunarka
The hospital is our main one!
Ours have no immunity.
We are led by our own leader
A hundred times have already gone through it all
And we will go through many times.
We look to the future boldly
In our experience, devastation
We are not tired of it all
We are glad to suffer for two,
Buy the last one, bratello
Work hard, Lord of the Flies!
We won't have antibodies -
One huge anti-spirit!
Funny videos on the topic
Not without the distribution of funny videos about the Covid-19 coronavirus across all messengers and social networks. These are comic performances, and real fears of people, and messages from bloggers.
Consolation for Christians in the Coronavirus Period:
The rappers' response to the Covid-19 coronavirus:
Appeal in verse from Anna Leonenko:
Another little rhyme about the virus:
Poems about the Covid-19 coronavirus and quarantine are different. Some support and give hope, others cheer up. You shouldn't devalue the problem, but sometimes you also need to relax a little.
