Forgetfulness Poems - Poems about Forgetfulness

Oh dear! Oh dear! What is this? Something seems to be amiss Before so sure was I But now am left to wonder why For what compelled my short sojourn Has left me now in but a turn For in the span from there to here All thought for naught has disappeared...

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The light shatters at the edges of the morning, like a tired god losing its face in the fog. The streets sigh under the hurried steps, while the wind shakes forgotten dreams through the corners of buildings. From the steaming cups, the coffee rises to the sky like a fading hymn, a prayer of those who no longer know where the night...

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The older I get, the more I forget the names of colors. Would you call this paint amber, burnt ochre, or clay? Would it were the same with all of my dolors. But age hasn’t washed my dolors away. No longer mourn for me when I am dead. Rather have everyone don a motley party hat. And if anyone's inclined to...

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What I don’t display, Is good that you don’t see. The music moves as you play, Spirals and fades away from thee. The weeping willow tree, Smiling before me. Que sera, sera. You can only see my every flaw. Like those from our previous lives, We march unto an ungodly death. Not knowing for what we thrive, With our cold and shallow breath. Up...

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Man does not die in a shout, but in silent whispers fading into forgetfulness, he does not fall under the weight of hunger, but under the burden of lovelessness, for his soul is like a flower that knows not the light, and without the warmth of another's heart, it begins to wither slowly, in silence. An embrace is a...

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I have lost my spectacles I can't read or write without them I search my table, drawers, bed and selves I am totally helpless and at a loss without them. Oh! I might forget what I need to write If I don't find them quickly enough Suddenly I notice myself in the mirror There they're perched on my head! ...

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I seem to have left my thoughts somewhere in oblivion...

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Her body was that of a wizened crone, her enfeebled mind was that of a child. Playfully, she skipped and jumped rope, and shone, but only in her confused dreams of wild. Her drear some days softened by her tone, she mumbled of lost love, and her eyes smiled. Time and age had drained her of consciousness, stealing the current surroundings from...

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In tumults of time and forgetfulness, in the hidden frenzy of a heart beating faintly, Invoke the unseen magic, unravel silk works in the deep night, Tame as a magus who dares, let fall veils of silence, Breathe into the heavy air movements of shade, cloak thoughts with your watchful anticipation. In the pale light that wards off unannounced...

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In the kingdom of forgetfulness you've left me, dear friends of old, But in my soul I bear no grudge, just an undying flame, bold, You've planted in me the seed of longing, in the endless wasteland, Through life's storms I have walked, brave in front of the towering strand. You've stripped me of wings, like leaves scattered in...

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Tempt me to sing My soulful siren song Oh then tell me, tell me I never do anything wrong Ensconced in your arms So safe and strong...

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Forgetfulness is my new friend; its frequent visits- I defend. Quite unannounced, it comes and goes to steer my mind into repose. Although annoying- I must say it makes me laugh in my dismay of losing track of simple things that fly away as if on wings. A friend, I call it- since I know it's part of aging and will show- when brains are...

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Was I maudlin over our breakup? For a minute. If I think of you now, it’s like a slideshow of unflattering images. At the time, my breakup buddies reminded me you were a bad choice - like a brand of deodorant that gave me a rash or fashionable shoes that chafed, even after they were stretched. “Ruca,” my girlfriends...

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Forgetfulness is not one of my better traits Never the result of any foregone conclusion, I could blame it on the narrow-minded fates Or other faults my mind harbors in profusion. Of all those ills, none causes me such anxiety As forgetting a most important appointment, And I try to make all those occasions a rarity Since they always produce a disappointment And,...

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Blessed is the gift of forgetfulness Each generation shall surely refresh With hoary optimism springing afresh To chart again culture’s steady regress. Silence accepts, absent solid discourse, While eyes cower bitterly in remorse, Birthing fearful looks of doubt scanning round For a champion to argue high ground. Tyranny offers only lies and force To forge an iron path for culture’s course. Liberty brings a lovely,...

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