Best Amnesia Poems
you choose amnesia
self inflicted malady
I am the healer
term of endearment
now given to another
you try to forget
my fragrance lingers
love fights for recognition
sweet awakening
Eileen Manassian
I’d almost forgotten what it feels like,
When you hug someone you love and instantly your knees get weak….
I’d almost forgotten what it feels like,
When someone whom you truly love looks deeps into your eyes and
Suddenly the rest of the world disappears….
I’d almost forgotten what it feels like
when someone you love kisses you on your lips and
suddenly you feel butterflies creeping in your stomach…
I’d almost forgotten what it feels like,
Getting intimate with someone and wishing it would never end
Wanting more…..
I’d almost forgotten what it feels like,
Being in love…
I’d almost forgotten what it feels like putting my feelings on paper
Until I remembered what it feels like Loving you…..
Dedicated to My Soul Mate....
AMNESIA
I remember old streets
gray faces and jerky movements
Something similar to a memory that is not of this life
but mine
as a vital string to an ancient of days
I see eyes that see me or lives that are not
smells that I have not met but I know
hands saying goodbye or resigned smiles
paper´s farewell
especially old streets
old faces
old windows
A mania she could not explain made her devise the plan:
No one could know where or what place she may have gone
If so, I’m not sure they’d tell; conclusions would be drawn:
Tomorrow, perhaps an answer will come, before the setting sun; but,
Really does it matter to anyone? Are we not all out of ‘town’?
Actually, yes I think it matters for many; especially matters to one.
“The title Hell is for children,” is inspired by Pat Benatar’s song of the same name, it’s about a psychologist’s therapy session with a small child who suffers from dissociative amnesia trigged by childhood trauma.
“Hell is for children”.
You were my shadow,
But now you have gone,
River on fire
From dusk till dawn.
Shadows call….
Only mist replies,Traumatized child, amnesia with,
Eyes of pain,
Nothing to say.
Just look away,
Look away,
Don’t turn around,
No matter what they say.
Look at me he says,
When he SCREAM’S AT you.
I can’t, she whispers,
What did you say?
N..Na…nothing, I said Noth…
Fear, anger, confusion,
and in her dreams, all night and day,
Nightmares, no sanctuary.
Just hide, hoping to die.
My truth, their lies, they cannot abide,
Oh, to die in my dreams… my one desire.
What are you feeling, thinking Psychologist asks?
To be invisible, to hide, from…..,
Please, please.. don’t make you tell you,
Can’t remember anyt…
What I don’t want to say!
River of fire, please show me the way.
Reliving the trauma
all night and day.
What are you feeling right now she asks?
Nothing, nothing at all,
I can’t I don’t want to…Feel.
Her whispers, unheard?
I just want to feel something,.… anything.
Like a terrified deer in the headlights,
Frozen with fear,
She, just stares at the carpet,
on the floor, Looking for Gods mistake.
Can’t look up.
Don’t you want to feel loved?
Don’t you want to feel loved?
Loved what’s th……
Lucy, Why did you bring that PADDLE????
Well, you like me….
Don’t you?
Yes Lucy, I like you?
If you like me why wont you....ah..you know...
Why don't you hit me with the paddle?
Then she burst into tears.
and ran for the door.
Hell is for children.
I dip my brush in autumn's orange hue
Paint my yesterdays in amber bright.
Before winter's blue can try to subdue
The treasure chest of summer's delight.
I pirouette on swirls of laughter and tears
As I tip-toe through the maze of gold,
Greedily grasping at falling souvenirs
Life's precious jewels to clutch and hold.
I string the ornaments from year to year,
Wrap them around my tree of life.
Exquisite memories so crystal clear
Protected against winter's serrated knife.
I stick my tongue out at the pallid moon
Scowling down from windswept skies.
For summer breezes in the month of June
Will expose the frigid moonlit lies.
Yesterday's stars from heaven's quilt I pluck
Tissue wrap them with infinite care.
Not leaving anything to fickle chance or luck
For losing these jewels are too much to bear.
I look at all the "excuses" in the world
Thinking different than a ordinary girl
From my learning that in nineteen eighty five
Our debtor nation strove -"keep the dream alive "
"Who are we, please?" I asked myself just today
Conquer countries? Unless they see things our way?
One by one we stumble through the Afghan land
Now we're in Iraq, Syria! Stop Iran!
China says, "US gossips, ignores own issues"
homeless, health, economy, jobs, tuition
Russia and "China" are two super powers
Never would our largest "creditor" coward
Sochi cost 50 billion and years to bring
I don't believe media reports of things
Place the blame for the whole entire world to see
Five star hotels with shower photos! No indeed!
In "Name of Freedom" citizens are perplexed
Pay "close attention" just 'where' we will go next?
We need more "excuses" better than before
If people see this "pattern", will be the end of war!
In politics, nothing happens by accident. If it happens, you can bet it was planned that way.
President Franklin D. Roosevelt
Did you forget about the last time that I brought you through?
Did you forget that I was there to help you?
Did you forget that I am the creator who created you?
Did you forget that my arms are not to short that I can not reach?
Did you forget that my name is Shalom- the God of peace?
Did you forget I heard the last prayer that you prayed?
Did you forget that I am God and will be with you each day?
playing with some new styles from our friend Joseph.
The memories of her that hurt the most
are always good, not bad;
they ambush when I'm less engrossed.
Recalling happy times we had
is guaranteed to change my mood to sad.
Her birthday will be very soon
and I shall play no part -
another year, the same old tune:
my smile will not betray my heart
is aching that we live apart.
So she will never hear
how much I scream inside.
But does she ever shed a tear?
If so, she'd quickly override
regrets - or guilt for tears I've cried.
written 8th March for Emile's English Quintain contest
waterfalls soothe souls
no matter the weight of stress
i forget it all....
I Think that I Saw You Today, Or at Least a Version of Who You Once Were.
I am Trying Hard to Hold Onto Memories that Once Captured the Beautiful Experiences Shared, that Now Seem to Slip Away With The Passage of Time.
I Don't Know if I Should Embrace The Present, Enjoy Each Day and Cherish The Time Left, Or Recollect the Past and Remember What May Never Be Again?
Your 60th Birthday was a Milestone That Seemed to Hold Such Promise.
Retirement in Five Years, Travel, and the Beginning of the Golden Years.
Now It Appears to Be the Beginning of When It All Started.
You Were Here to Change My Diapers, Give Bottles, and Provide the Nurturing that Every Child or Infant Needs.
Now I am Here To Play a Similar Role, Though I Wish it Were Not Left to Me Alone, For I am One of Six Adult Children.
Should I Try To Make It Easier On You, By Not Pushing Too Hard, Or On Me By Encouraging You to Remember The Past that Is Now Lost?
Maybe This Process Makes It Easier To Let Go?
I Don't Know, I Only Know It Hurts To Hold On Like This.
I Wonder IF I Let You Go, Will You Even Notice?
I Know that If You Were You, Then You Would Care.
I Just Know that This is a Long and Lonely Road.
Sincerely,
Your Son,
Author Paul Cumberbatch (November 3rd, 2020)
Tangled skeins of memories unravel
Implacable reverie in melted rainbows
Encroached upon asphalt canvas, absorbing
New moon's amnesia; her silver shadows confiscate
7/19/19
Originally in 'Patience' on this website
I open again my window
Looking for a person I know
To steal a glance and say hello
Whom I have met few thousand days ago
I did it half of the day
Because to my surprise,
I almost forget
Yesterday, I don’t remember
where are you?
Who are you?
What you do?
What do I want?
What am I doing?
Who am I to you?
And why am I here,
Looking at you…
But today I was so anxious,
Searching your name and remembering everything
To your world I tried to encroached
On my way up to yours,
I was unfortunate to lost my path
Failed to trace the prints of you on the ground
Tonight I scribble letters to find you
Armed with hope and betrayal
Without thinking I write
With my restless soul
and empty mind
I am reaching you
Today I almost forget
The day that is especial to you
I no longer wait for this as an excuse
To re state my name and shake your hands
Because today I remember to remind myself
That I no longer have the mementos of you
Washed out with new memories
Of someone you have met
Yesterday was you
My unforgotten past
A history that reminds me,
Reminds me that I was with you
Today is still yours but no longer my name
The sound of your heartbeat
Doesn't echo with mine
Those I remember and never forget
For I vividly seen them even in my dreams
But it is you who can’t be freed
from the stillness that you are trapped in
Hoping to forget what had happened
And how it had ended
But how can you stay away
from the memoir that you are hiding
If what is left with you is half of the whole
Because the other half that you tried to leave
Is always tracing its way back into you
Amnesia
The never ending sufferings in life
Have made me habitually insensitive
To glee for petty joys offered by life
For I have forgotten the delights of life.
Life so far has been an unending struggle
Rarely sprinkled with tiny happy moments
Hence adapted to the routine distresses
That agitate me ever without a break.
When I see around and observe people
Dealing with situations in life by turns
Displaying emotions joyous and gloomy
I feel sad and depressed at my plight.
The oft quoted saying that plight
And delight often visit mortals by turns
Stands exposed hollow in my case
For the wheel has stopped taking rounds.
However, I carry on with no qualms
And seek comfort in the good dictum
That everything is predetermined
So life is to be lived as preordained.
Magic happens
behind closed eyelids
It is fading with a blink
And erased from your memory
almost immediately
Like a dream right after you awake
the forgetfulness of true magic is overwhelming,
An amnesia, occluding you from your dream
swallowing your memory whole
It never happened
##-Scene Missing-##
As if you were not meant to know
Consciously
You imagined him standing over your bed
with a wand wiping your mind clean
Go to the old road
The magic persists there
It's in the spaces and crannies
In the holes in the air
Walk in the footsteps of ancients
Tread lightly with care
It's in the paradoxes where they lie
It's in your dreams when you die
This has happened before
##-Scene Missing-##
Like some type of Vuja De
It happened in the past
on a distant day
By: Joseph DeMarco