The Boring Holidays
The world went down,
And the heart-beats up
We stayed at home,
and enjoyed family’s lub-dub.
The first few days, were so fictional,
We played a lot, and loved to go digital.
After a month, life took one-eighty,
What once was joy, became so shady.
Increased screen time, made my eyes cry ,
A guy so social, became so shy.
Parks and friends, went so far,
Even the long drives, in my car.
Playing video games, once was fun,
But honestly speaking, now I am done.
Finally worked, on developing my skill,
Thanks to my parents, for adding that thrill.
Then I was excited, for every new event,
Learnt every day, some new content.
Online schooling, was going fine,
But I wanted to go to school, to outshine.
Missed my school, and my buddies,
There’s definitely life, beside studies.
Eventually my dream, had come true,
And the school re-opened, for the memorable rendezvous.
It was only month and a half, that we enjoyed our school,
And the vacations started, pretty uncool.
Wishing for the good days, to come back soon,
Hoping to hug my friends and again sing in tune.
About this poem
It's a couplet poetry - I tried to put my covid lockdown experience on paper in a form of this poem, it is very close to my heart and my very genuine feelings are attached with this poem, I genuinely mean every bit of it. My experience from the very day 1 of lockdown till the schools reopened after 2 years and then how I felt when summer vacations started.
Written on January 06, 2022
Submitted by achin on July 29, 2022
Modified on March 05, 2023
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Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
Characters | 1,077 |
Words | 227 |
Stanzas | 13 |
Stanza Lengths | 4, 2, 2, 2, 2, 2, 2, 2, 2, 2, 2, 2, 2 |
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