Amnesiac Poems | Examples

Uncertainty

Looking back, while looking forward
Am I really sate to go
Backwards, when I’m going onward
Pacing fast and sometime slow
One road ends, then goes another
Same exactly as the old 
Where to go to, moving further
Do I really have a goal
Maybe I’m amnesiac 
Partly this explains my doubts
If the memory I lack
Sends me back to same old grounds
How come that I feel uncertain
Within this unconscious drift 
Pull down, or pull back the curtain
Either way makes no big diff.

Underwhelmed Amnesiac

I’m not an artist
I’m not a genius
I’m not the largest or coming of Jesus
I’m not even close
Or even at most
I’m just a ghost and I’m draping my clothes
I’m just a debt
Another regret
I’m just a notion that you should forget
Just forget my face
I don’t have a place
I’m just an outline that will be erased
A needle in hay
I’m whispered away
I am just passing through no I’m not here to stay
This was not bad
This wasn’t the worst
I won’t be the last and I won’t be the first
A light empty sigh
They lay me to die
I’m just passing through so you should say goodbye
Entered unannounced
Exiting here
I disappear

I Sometimes Lie

I sometimes lie
in the groove
of a leaf
and roll
it beneath my chin
like a moth
before it becomes a
buttered fly

the jump cowered over
the noom
take a noomber
ha made you say number weird
and turn a moon backwards
right in front of your aye (i'm Scottish this one might a while)
eye is yes in Scottish
and gnaw is no
but spelt naw
went to sarcastics anonymous
none of them would teii me if was in the right place
i think it might have been of amnesiac anonymous
idenity witheld anonymous
would that be
anonymously anonymous

The Karma of Pharma

In the morning I take heed, I need my fix…
Running around like a headless steed, I start to mix…
Just an ambient aphrodisiac, my tantalizing tea…
A dormant astral amnesiac, in a matrix reality…

My deficit hyperactivity starts to mourn, I need my stimulant…
Relying on prescription worn, a narcoleptic nilpotent…
Looking for my performance enhancer, I strike a pose…
I turn into an exotic dancer, where are my clothes?

I’m an electrical euphoriant, just plug me in…
A vexing viral variant, a sinister seductive sin…
A deprived dopamine, searching for neural transmission…
My effusive endocrine, in a rambunctious remission…

In my magnetic resonance imaging, chronic pain in depression…
Where dimensions are diminishing, I’m open to confession…
Please unplug me from the world, time to disappear…
Cover me within a comfy curled, take away the fear.






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Film Noir Rapt

The TCM channel caught my eye
playing movies termed "film noir"
intriguing movies where someone lies
and theres a body lying on the floor,

The old black and white movie draws me in
with Bogie and Bacall or Stanwyck and MacMurray
murder mysteries with shadows and grins
where the villain is calculating and very nervy,

A love triangle where three is a crowd
the villains conscience is put on hold
where my rapt attention becomes aroused
seeing the poor victim lying lifeless and cold,

I want to scream watch out they have a gun!
as I'm transported into the movie scene
feeling like I should get up and run
helping the naive victim out of their bad dream,

Its always too late as I can't realistically help
but I know that the bad guy will eventually get caught
with a detective or third party gaining facts that will melt
the "amnesiac" villains story they haven't yet bought,

The villain sometimes ends up dying too
or sometimes getting "cuffed" going into jail
either way these films make me want to chew
not only on my popcorn but on my nails...



6-27-17

Lucid Amnesiac

Standing but stumbling, mumbling and grumbling
Looking for meaning in the stars
Weeping but leaping, reaping while sleeping
Screening ghostwriters for my memoirs

I was wondering about the seed and the sprout
While watering my alkanet plants
Torn asunder by seething self-doubt
While observing a colony of ants

Then it came to me all at once like a lightening bolt
It's time to change, time to dissent, it's time to revolt

Amnesiac By Choice

endless sky brushes crimson strokes
upon a cloudless Summer void
sea soft to pastel blue benign
robs shore of its sparkling treasure 
trees drip opaque tears 'pon sharp blades
of velvet grass stood to attention
queen bee summons dawn's light to blaze
a trail across talc-ed pollen paths
birds drift thermals as if hung 
to dry their new inked melodies
whilst lovers lick chocolate from lips
agape for breaths of fantasy
at speakers corner atheists 
sing amen to politics' tarnished guilt
as listeners turn a blind eye to memory

All From Darkness

Never before has such a blind sleep made so resolute to awaken
and from the ancient sands of shadows
calls now to the form of human souls

Gather there forthwith, from all that fear has darkened
and turn about those pitiful echoes in abuse
for effortless is the target of innocence and use

No mortal light can be gleaned from the doubt of survival
but give more to tears in prescient emotion
and believe loves sway to the counsellings of heart

Time of evolution befalls
and perchance all yields greater than wish imagined
in spiritual resonance becomes this occurrence of beauty

Why so broken crashed upon illusions bloody crag
faltering ever in conspicuous damnation
and by wont amnesiac indistinguishable of strength

Arise, carry not the embalmed prisons in desperate life
as dust these monsters suckle upon starvation
but with joyous arms embrace this tender Earth    

She calls now to the form of human souls
and from the ancient sands of shadows
never before has such a blind sleep made so resolute to awaken.

Mind Muscle

MIND MUSCLE

Steroid cocktails, metallic flavor, Viagra rush; 
Mind numbing mush!

Sightless vision, cloudy comprehension, silent violence, whimpering misogyny; a blood-curdling hush…

Nervous perspiration, brain freeze, lactic acid rush; Gray matter atrophy flush! Dissipating oxygen accompanied by synapses firing twinges!

Amnesiac causing binge; constricting pyro nerve ending singed; Ascend to the black hole rush…

Epidermal twitches, vitamin E glitch, inhale and exhale switch, Marauding biceps, involuntary tick…, Bulging disc, brain-teasing peroxide, attention deficit; Word nerd…   Hard body…  Flex and discern… Secret genius…?

Mind Muscle...

Melvin “Chief” Lars	2/23/04	2:10 pm

Quiet Echoes In the Rain

One day I walked through never land
Without the need to understand
Each crazy paving simile
That popped up right in front of me,
I bathed myself in nonsense rhyme
No need of thought, just rambling rhyme,
Amnesiac the wandering ways
A poets memory often strays.


I saw a man who saw me first
A man who had a talking thirst
That bathed us slowly in the hours
Of sun stitched shade and shadow flowers,
Until he finally fell asleep
Into the evenings heavenly deep
And I got up and walked away
For I’d ran out of things to say.


I watched a sun blend with a moon
A subtly soft celestial tune
That wandered off towards the rain
Where echoed instances remain
Of who knows what and who knows where
So many rhymes still to declare,
Where they both slept on beds of cloud
So finely made their hand stitched shroud.


I called out softly once again
To quiet echoes in the rain
But still I didn’t understand
The echoes were at my command,
For what I heard was my own voice
A subtly formulated choice
Of ethereal early calls
Rebounding from my own soul walls…

Ensnared

Ensnared

I have traveled far
and wide,
In search of a sweet
succulent nectar.
To have found you
I'm filled with
pride,
Your luscious aroma
has raised the bar.
No other flower will
ever come close,
Your taste is truly
a great aphrodisiac.
I tarry a long while
to enjoy the dose,
With each whiff
memory fades I'm
amnesiac.
Thy whiles has me
under your spell,
For you I have sworn
off all other
pleasures.
I sit with you thru
trial and thrill,
In you I have
procured the
greatest treasure.

Pontiak (Copyright
July 2013)

Writer's Block

Drifting in timeless wonder
Tattered frames in faceless forms
Misplaced words an amnesiac mind
Stolen thoughts in seconds frame
Images so fleeting are undefinable
Time stolen as the clock ticks steadily
Drifting in an unknown universe
Space and time flutters around me
Words flowing within a mirage
Pages stand in bare form
White, barren without words

7/15/13

Silent In the Dark

Here among the ruin’s stones lie histories of chance
Conceived and dreamed but yesterday, a vision viewed askance
Edifice and monument built by egos whim
Just artifacts of interest in history’s mausoleum
These whitened sepulchers of pride record heroic deeds
Lie broken, scattered, buried, overrun by natures weeds
Rediscovered, viewed with awe, researched for reasons why
Ten thousand years of memory, unseen by ancient skies
A hundred million planets amidst a trillion billion stars
For countless aeons turning, with unending silent power
In amnesiac ambivalence, the cosmos wheels and grinds 
Conceit and vanity and pride, finely ground by time
Behold the hollow victories, raised up in fleeting  pride,
Manufactured statements, that corrupt, destroy, divide.
When all is gone, what leave we here, what’s mans eternal mark
A small blue planet void and dead, and silent in the dark

Medication

A wisp of oxygen coated in nicotine
A Pavlova tutu caught in the snare
Of a petticoat flooding like a
Mouthful of cigar smoke, rupturing
Clouds and folds beneath her
Like the angel of a Christmas tree

The cold glass eyes, filled like
A champagne flute, their cataracts
And dead black amnesiac stares
Watching and forgetting in an instant
Saline girl approaching like a panzer man
Caught in a bubble, completely

Separated, the heavy gate slammed
The cemetary forging into the photo frames
Those wide eyes told tales but
Now they sit on a shelf of wrinkles
Expressing pain for those young ones
Are gone now like the mothers chained

To parliament gates, fighting endlessly
Under the snow globes of petticoats
The netted window of sickness catching
Out shadows, the bubble, a fish
Bowl, her hand catching the rough salt
Watering the flesh. White apron, thick crimson cross.

Limbless Limbo

a piercing sensation shot through my nerves
causing instantaneous bladder incontinence 
as his calloused gigantic hands
ripped the soiled bandages off my amputated leg
the stethoscope hanging loosely from an overfed neck
grated against the sore's jagged edges
which alongside my agonizing yelps
created a discordant rhythm.
i yearned for the silken touch of that scented lady on white
suddenly his nose wrinkled up, indicating he was either amnesiac
or was too dumb to comprehend 
that his ineptitude was responsible for the festering site.
i lamented diabetes' unending infatuation for me
which has made me a prisoner
to the whims of a grossly incompetent orthopedist
who badly needed a lecture on finesse and work ethic

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