Best Short Term Memory Poems
How do I begin to describe you
Such an incredible person
Yet even now you doubt your abilities
You lost your own mum when you were eight - you never ever got over it
You worked all your life, started off by working in a bank for almost 20 years
Then when you had children you ran a village shop from home
But also helped run the smallholding where we lived
You even had an evening job to bring in extra income
Then you began working in a care home and that had a big impact on you
At 50 you changed direction in life and studied and trained to be a nurse
No mean fete with two children to bring up
When you retired you continued to work in a care home
Then you undertook charity work every week still continuing well into your eighties
In fact you were on your way to work at the charity shop when you fell
You were found lying in the street …
Two bleeds on your brain and over three months in hospital
How you pulled through I will never know
Yet you battled on and are still with us still
Now you have short-term memory issues and are going blind
Fate struck a cruel blow when dad was diagnosed with terminal cancer
He passed away in February
Your lifelong partner for nearly sixty years
Your world turned upside down and now you live in a care home
We are selling the family home - gosh I find it tough emotionally
I know we have lost dad but I feel like I am losing you too
You are helping me clear out things from the house
Items you have known and loved for many years
Sadly we can’t keep everything
It must be so so difficult for you, yet you never complain
I just want you to know how much I love you
How much you inspire me
We only have one mum and I am so lucky I have you still
Written for a previous contest but too late to be submitted
Placed in Judy Konos' Contest - tell us about your mom
18th September 2015
Categories:
short term memory, mother, mum, tribute,
Form:
Free verse
She’s dead they said!
She I thought. Who is she?
I stared straight down at a frumpy old thing.
On the bed, a lump, so dead.
Was that me? I asked my spirit guide.
My guide laughed; he always loves it
That it takes me a while to recognize my flesh body
Between life times.
Let’s go figure it out, he suggested.
We watched a video; my entire life as a woman.
As a she; I was still trying to get over it actually.
I was a mother and a grandmother? What was that like?
You don’t remember? He asked me.
He is amazed at my lack of long-term memory.
My short term memory is not that great either.
I do not hang on to bodies with much admiration or reverence.
We sat around watching other people’s movies.
These are your possibilities he told me.
Parent possibilities. It was all coming back to me now.
I do not want to be a girl! I told him sternly.
He laughed. Impregnating me as a boy, but the egg split.
So I came back around as a twin.
I was damned mad when I saw that the other twin was a boy.
And here I was a girl again. Some idiot doctor slapped my butt, and
I could not stop bawling!
Categories:
short term memory, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Prose Poetry
On the way to the nursing home, we pass many beautiful sights. So many homes with pleasant yards, lawns, and flowers that delight. After so many days of rain then a little break, green everywhere abounds.
kudzu wraps up trees
grows rapidly reaches road....
goats needed to dine
Several homeplaces have clear-cut trees so that the area looks completely different. Then the area where the tornado came through and demolished so many acres of trees, damaged homes, and other buildings. It will take years for it to grow back or will it ever?
birds can't find a tree
nesting impossible there....
landscaped homes needed
The anxiety grows as we get nearer to the nursing home. Will the visit be much the same? He no longer has his hearing aids so that adds to his confusion. He mostly can't hear nor understand so the conversation bypasses him totally. She isn't up to date with the times either because she is isolated or she can't remember. The short-term memory is gone. It went the way of yesterday and can't return. They are not allowed to share a room nor are they in the same section of the home.
nurse brings her out first
he comes out, sits next to her....
they kiss, worth while trip
Categories:
short term memory, age, family,
Form:
Haibun
My brain crushed with something over and all,
Maybe that’s it my memory loss, oh my God,
Misplaced or bouncing daily my mistake,
Extremely apologized with everyone,
Embarrassed with everyone, my apologies,
Elements of Periodic Table, I forgot,
Mathematics mind-buster formulas, I don’t care,
Maps of geography, where are they?
My class teacher also kicks me out of there,
Older than ages, it is spreading,
Over and over it is gaining,
Oh my god, it is irritating,
“Relax Son, its nothing!”,Pops says
Random Access Memory, my friends says,
Restless is my massive huge head,
Yesterday, I forgot to eat,
Year before, I forgot to wear,
You punch me, if I forgot to breath!
Categories:
short term memory, absence, computer, confusion, desire,
Form:
Verse
My phone rings…. I answer it but say nothing as I don’t recognise the displayed number and I can only hear ‘white noise’ at the other end. Okay I admit I’m going deaf and will be getting my hearing aid soon but that’s another story.
I check out the number on Google and see it’s scammers who ring up people claiming to be from Microsoft and unless you pay up heaps of money they will hack your computer. It was the second time they had called in two days so I’ve written a little script based on an old joke for when they eventually try again
Caller: Hello I’m calling from Microsoft
(before they can get on with the rest of their script)
Me: Oh are you the engineer, I’m glad you rang so quickly after I logged a fault call. Please can you help me, I have a terrible issue with my computer, well it’s not my laptop it belongs to my son ....
Me: You know the handy little coffee cup holder on the side, well it’s broken…
Caller: (getting cross as he can’t use his script) What the heck are you talking about…
Me: The coffee cup holder – you must know the one … you press a little button on the side of the laptop and it shoots out …it’s so handy for my coffee mug but it’s got jammed and it’s only half way out and I can’t use it.
Caller: Coffee cup holder - are you mad?
Me: No… I'm not mad but I have short term memory issues … but my son will be absolutely bloody fuming if I don’t get the coffee cup holder sorted. Can you tell me how to fix it?
Caller: Just hangs up in frustration!
I just need them to ring me now and I will be ready!
Short Story Contest N/A in contest judged on 9/27/16
Submitted to Take The Dagger From My Heart, Please Sponsored by Broken Wings
09~27~16
Categories:
short term memory, computer, humorous,
Form:
Narrative
I hate sounding like a recorder
Knowing I am at the edge of my border
Always being served by a court order
Yeah, I have a mental disorder
Heck yeah, I suffer, I am bipolar
I stay up every night full of energy
Suffering from short term memory
My moods can last for days or weeks
I get so mad sometimes I can't speak
I don't even know what's "normal" anymore
Unexplained pain and my muscles are sore
I don't have the ability to concentrate
So I always yell when I communicate
I have unexplained sadness and crying spells
Feeling sick all the time and can't get well
Having a lot of guilt and feeling worthless
Everything around me makes me stress
Wanting to give up on my hopes and dreams
Just for the thrill, I go to the extreme
I hate sounding like a recorder
Knowing I am at the edge of my border
Always being served by a court order
Yeah, I have a mental disorder
Heck yeah, I suffer, I am bipolar...
Categories:
short term memory, healthhate, me,
Form:
Rhyme
I’m getting older - this fact I cannot deny
Not quite ready for the scrap heap or to give up life and die
My body isn’t quite the same; my boobies have gone south
But I keep on smiling with gleaming dentures in my mouth
Got a spare tyre round my middle now, I really need berating
Get a bit more exercise - soon the tyre will be deflating
My short-term memory is going I forget what I do or say
My short-term memory is going I forget what I do or say
I need to remember things I have forgotten since yesterday
I rely on Tena ladies now in case I dribble pee
Sneezing, coughing and laughing can cause a little wee
My short-term memory is going I forget what I do or say
My short-term memory is going I forget what I do or say
I need to remember things I have forgotten since yesterday
I have three pairs of glasses now as my eyesight is getting poor
I forget where I have put them – then I find them on the floor
My short-term memory is going I forget what I do or say
My short-term memory is going I forget what I do or say
I need to remember things I have forgotten since yesterday
My hearing is it is going too, I don’t hear what you say
I need to buy a hearing aid but I’m putting off that day
My short-term memory is going I forget what I do or say
My short-term memory is going I forget what I do or say
I need to remember things I have forgotten since yesterday
My once brown hair is going grey and now I’ve hit the dye
I colour it quite regularly you can guess the reason why
My short-term memory is going I forget what I do or say
My short-term memory is going I forget what I do or say
I need to remember things I have forgotten since yesterday
My joints creak and ache and they really need a rub
I must buy some more Radox and put it in my bath tub
My short-term memory is going I forget what I do or say
My short-term memory is going I forget what I do or say
I need to remember things I have forgotten since yesterday
21st March 2014
Submitted to 101 in a row contest #5 sponsored by PD Linda:-)
Written from observation and experience … but I’m not admitting to anything!!!
NB: UK Spelling of TYRE has been used
Categories:
short term memory, age, humorous,
Form:
Rhyme
THE OLD INDIAN
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS
A story making the rounds about an old apache
Who said, I remember everything thats happened to me
A New York newspaper picked up the curious news
Invited the Indian to the city to explore his views
An ace reporter was assigned the task of verification
To see if the story was false or worthy of accreditation
Met in a New York hotel and started the conversation
Where born? In a tipi just outside the reservation
What was the name of the doctor? There was no doctor
I was brought into this world by a midwife named Proctor
What was the name of your first grade teacher
It was a man called William Bailey, a Baptist preacher
What was the date and the time when you met your wife?
It was may 29th at 3:50 pm, the most wonderful day in my life
Your brother joined the army, you said he left on a train
Yes, on the bullet express 5:15 pm, during a heavy rain
Every question answered with an authentic reply
The old Indian was accurate none can deny
Your long term memory is right on the money
Your short term memory may not be as key
What did you have for breakfast, the question begs
The old Indian said got up early and had some eggs
The reporter satisfied the Indian was for real
This interview is over chief, your memory surreal
Thirty years later the reporter retired
Moved out to Arizona to a condo he had acquired
On his morning walk he saw the old Indian, as he ambled
He raised his hand and said how, the old said scrambled
Categories:
short term memory, fun, funny, muse,
Form:
Rhyme
INSIDE MY HEAD
I've grown old with grace with so much stuff in my head that it is overwhelming to remember
I've loved,
I've cried,
I've hated,
I've gotten on my knees and prayed,
I've done,
I've seen,
I've heard,
I wish I could’ve, should've, and would've done in my past
It’s been so long ago all is almost all forgotten
Why should I worry about stuff that happened in the past, it’s all redundant?
I live in the future and there is nothing I can do about the past
So my past events have been placed in a file gathering dust
I worry now about my short-term memory
Where are my reading glasses? They're on top of my head!
I turn around to get my watch; I asked myself what I am looking for?
Or I start cooking and something distracts me, I completely forgot that I was cooking
So what was the question again?
Oh! Yeah! What is inside my head?
9/12/2015
Categories:
short term memory, age, memory,
Form:
Free verse
I'm in my room while I listen to music while reading a good book or comic. my desk lamp being the only thing that dimly illuminates my abode, the gentle rain over the starry night sky tapping on my window, like the knock of a friend at the door. The classical music I'm listening to crescendos while I become enveloped in the words of my tome. A soft breeze glistens over the rain as the crickets sing their beautiful song and I drift away into slumber...
These are the times in which I contemplate what life is, the universe, philosophy and morals. My short term memory is converted into long term, I awaken in my dreams and live a life of solidarity, i continue to contemplate things. I become lost in my thoughts but I find myself in a serene world, similar to the womb. I fall asleep into my dream and awaken in the conscious world.
Categories:
short term memory, body, deep, dream, youth,
Form:
Free verse
I forget what I want to remember
and remember what I want to forget.
I forget turning off the stove,
forget turning off the hot water,
forget to watch my favorite shows.
But remember what I wanted to forget
a non-malignant brain tumor that was removed.
I am grateful that God let me live.
But was left with short term memory,
dry eye, deaf in one ear, dizziness and balance,
no smile and goodbye to a job I loved.
God restored my health and allowed me to live!
10/10/2018
Categories:
short term memory, memory,
Form:
Free verse
My therapist is an emotional wreck
Who sees demons in his own ink blots
My wife is receiving marital advice
From a priest who never tied the knot
My doctor is a hypochondriac
With every illness in the books
My bank account has a zero balance
Seems my accountant is a crook
My children consider themselves fatherless
Until they need some cash
I can’t even relax with a hit off a joint
Because the police smoked all my stash
My short term memory has long since gone
My dog ran away with the spoon
A have to eat soup with a salad fork
Voices I hear have sucked a helium balloon
It seems, good Lord, the joke’s on me
Karma is really where it’s at
Instead of spending so much time in church
I should have been performing some kinder acts
Categories:
short term memory, introspection,
Form:
Rhyme
>Waiting rooms, an urge to write?
Why is it in a hospital waiting room?
I feel an urge to write.
I mean it’s a place to feel unwell.
Surely I should not want to write.
You see, when I am writing.
I always feel just right.
So perhaps it best to keep writing.
And feel so blinking right.
I always arrive early.
For my appointments that is true.
There are of course odd moments.
I forget appointments I do.
Not in as forgetting completely.
Oh no, that is not true.
Just write the appointments in my diary.
On the wrong day space I do.
I know I must have a problem.
That short-term memory, remembering thing.
If I could remember what it’s called?
I would not have the blinking thing.
But I write down what I’m told.
In printing, oh so very bold.
I think it must be, because I’m old.
So guess I am, as that’s what I’m told.
I wonder how long it will go on.
Making mistakes like that.
I made one last year as well.
Like me rhyming, my memories gone.
Will soon be time to call me in.
As hydrotherapy, I did begin.
Last week. Oh I did tell you.
In another poem, yes, that’s true.
So best stop now, before you know.
I am called, and it’s time to go.
Into that hydrotherapy pool.
Where the physio staff, make me look a fool.
I can’t take me paper and pen.
As like me, they will get wet.
Then those words, that I did write.
Will float away like me, that’s right.
To be fair, I must confess.
I keep one foot on the bottom, no less.
As if I took both off the ground.
Without that nurse I’d surely drown.
Now this is all that I wrote there.
As my name was called, so I staggered there
And when those physios, had their way with me.
I staggered back, the same you see.
But I thanked those ladies two.
For looking after me, as they did do.
I’m glad they kept Father Neptune away.
Was no room for him anyway.
And with the exercises they gave me.
Gentle ones, they were, you see.
I’m sure they will soon cure me.
Then no more of me, will they'll see.
As I’ll be cured!
And they all will be,
Oh so extremely happy.
And also will be, blinking me.
It seems funny how writing can take the edge off pain. As soon as I stop it comes back again. Funny feeling, feeling pain. (The mad author)<
Categories:
short term memory, allusion, feelings, funny, health,
Form:
Tired of T.V.
Because of T.V., I can no longer think;
I can only dream myself to sleep.
The film that I watch, was given a five star rating
And the star of the film, was on the front of Empire magazine.
But I feel so tired, as my eyelids fall down.
I can no longer concentrate; my short term memory is dead.
What was that thing, the lead actor just said?
Oh well, who cares? I’m going to bed.
(C)2013 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Categories:
short term memory, sleep, technology,
Form:
Large Darkness
I was very depressed in my teens after things happened
It was the incident with the big fat monster and her oven bun
She wanted the bun and not to put it in the bin
She was very much alone with her bad diet and bun
Why did I get drawn into that life changing situation?
I was very easily led and equally inexperienced
It was the worst thing to happen to me in my teens
I moved on and learned to live with the darkness
I knew it damaged my mind by trauma and shock
My short term memory was irrevocably damaged
I should’ve met a nice lovely lady but life ed me over
Music got me thru the depression and suicidal moods
I never had the nerve to take my own life
I couldn’t focus in work and my enemies targeted me
I was actually grateful for the car crash ending my job
Isn’t that an awful thing to say but it was so true
It was a new start and I could finally move on in all areas
Looking back I realise it was very bad but a limited thing
Other people have to cope with much worse than that
But I lived my life and not theirs’ so screw them
Incident Report 74399 2020
JIMMY BOOM SEMTEX
Categories:
short term memory, abuse, dark, depression, innocence,
Form:
Free verse