Memory Loss Poems - Poems about Memory Loss

I woke up on the mattress placed in our living room. I found a cat in my house—it’s the size of a Shiba, and its fur a vibrant orange, with stripes raven dark. I said to my mother, “What an odd looking cat.” She...

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"Memories buried in the wavering wash of time." I write you now with trembling hand, The ink runs like the river sand, Where once we laughed, side by side— Now silence stands where you had died. Your dog tags hang from rusted steel, A ghost’s reminder I still feel. Your voice just echoes in my chest, A joke, a shout, your final rest. We...

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Fold and make origami Pieces lost in the folds of time Ripples in crystal waters of stillness A riddle searching for responsiveness Zipline through the playgrounds of my mind Inverted skies stretch beyond grey Clinging to air thick with silence Shaped by a hope refusing to conform Sleepily sauntering down an alley Directionless shadows endless in their growth Opaque walls murmuring their speechless weight Flickering with...

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In the rush of living my heart stops between each beat and for a moment or maybe just half a moment she is there. Not once, but always; Waiting for me between those beats, in every one of my remaining days. “ I miss you.” Written as if the sun’s passing mattered more. As if...

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I was sitting around the fire pit the other night telling some exaggerated tale about something or another when I completely lost my train of thought. For the life of me, I just couldn’t remember what I was talking about. So, I looked up at the sky and proclaimed that that was the brightest moon...

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I am almost asleep comfortably drifting when a troubling sense of loss settles in behind my navel it feels like a piece of me something that I’ve done a place that I’ve been someone that I’ve met has drifted off disappeared it taunts and teases just out of reach like that familiar yet forgotten name at rest on the tip of your tongue this sense of loss of...

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an haiku each day will keep dementia at bay now then where was I. Haiku in the Mirror Contest Sponsored by Matt Caliri July 26, 2023...

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Caregiving is not for the weak Giving care trying not to be bleak Medicine changes, pill bottles around Changing of diapers without even a frown Pain and regret As they forget Memory lapses and confusion Sometime life is an illusion Sometimes the routine causes stress All you want is some rest Many doctors to see Thank God for the nurses helping me Hope for the best Pray for...

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The daughter suspected there was something wrong…she found it most upsetting…when she began to notice all the little things her mother was forgetting. And the more she saw her mother falter…her misplaced keys…her lost glasses…her forgotten shoes…The more confusion she saw on her mother’s face…the more and more she knew… It made her want to throw...

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Alzheimer's, silent thief who steals precious memories Remembering a friend R.I.P...

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KATH The years have gone by, Your older so am I, You have a blank expression upon your face, Sitting in your chair. The things you tend to do, It's more than just old age, We reminisce about the past Remembering days gone by, Ask about two days ago and your lost. Talking the other day you looked at me and said, "I will forget you...

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My memories scatter, like dust of the air, which once were more numerous than fish in the sea. Now withered, they re-tell tales of lost youth. At times my memories congeel and fragment, so much so, that I label myself untrustworthy. I feel an emptyness that my mouth can't quantify, nor words express. Like my soul is...

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She sits before the open window a slight breeze not enough to cool her watching as the curtains stir she thinks they are speaking words that she can't quiet hear memories come and go-mainly of long ago yesterday, that was just another day already forgotten her eyes close and faces appear of whom she cannot recall a smile plays on her lips-briefly it disappears and she...

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Remember how once we walked through an olive grove, we heard no sound, not even our own footsteps. Remember how once we stood in a sea warmed by a hot sun, our weary feet soothed in warm shallows, our skin scorched. I remember the pain and sorrow of your departure to foreign lands, and cried for a future that...

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The old man stood;elbows resting on the old stone wall Wistfully he gazed over the snow laden field, Watching the sheep nibble on bales of hay, He thought back remembering his working day. In his leather like work hardened hand, In left palm carefully placed a tobacco slice,, With his right thumb he rubbed it slow, Into loose strands then to fill...

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