Loss Of Memory Poems | Examples
These Loss Of Memory poems are examples of poetry about Loss Of Memory. These are the best examples of Memory Loss Of poems written by international poets.
Contest: EIGHT BY EIGHT
Sponsor: Nette Onclaud
Date: 31st July 2026
When lost in the fog of the mind
And frustration intensifies,
Confused. Lost in its density,
Questioning one's own sanity -
Loss of memory, lost in tasks
Alone in search of ways to find
A way to lift this clouded vail
To free oneself from brain fogs jail!
The first death takes the life
And deprives us a simple touch
And a familiar laugh
To fill the spaces around us.
The second death suffers time
To create a widening rift -
Leaving one weeks - months behind
As in abandonment.
The third death is our memory -
What elements - what remnants
Hover almost perceptibly
But the mind fails to focus.
The final death is the loss of things -
A favorite - a souvenir
Broken into haphazard pieces
By a careless hand - forever.
I know there is simply nothing I can honestly say
To make all of the soul-wrenching pain of grief go away,
Because I too was there crying with all of you that very day.
loss of a loved one
treasure precious memories
allow tears to flow
do not isolate yourself
focus on faith and blessings
5/7/2023
sweet kiss on my lips
the morning sun
tickles my neck
caresses my cheek
birds happily sing
though I miss you
i long for the days
when we had each other
i long for a past
that was so tender
your love was my strength
now I carry on
with what is left of me
the loss of you
meshed with my every fiber
an ache that cries out in silence
for its mate crossed over
a distance insurmountable
yet at times within my grasp
AP: Honorable Mention 2021, Honorable Mention 2021
Sorry you must go through the pain of the loss of your loved one.
Try to keep in mind that after the pain has eased you will realize the opportunity your loved one has just given you.
Take care of yourself so you can be ready to be the best you are,
to make their memory live on.
" That memory may be the strength someone else will need."
The question is:
“Are people still collecting
memories, these days?”
"This isolation
isn't bothering me much.”
I say, if I'm asked.
But I’m not sure that’s
true. After hundreds of nights
of dull solitude.
I think each night might
carry a value - of dear,
and unmeasured loss.
Loss of memories
- because they never happened.
How have we all changed?
A song came on the radio, bringing me back in time
The return of many thoughts, I cannot cover in this rhyme
Primarily it was freedom, as my mind brought me to years ago
Freedom I took for granted, for these present things I didn’t know
The loss of freedom is real and something we must fight for
Today is certainly not what it was then, our fabric is now tore
It is what we must face, connect the thread and sew once more
Bring us back what we lost, One Nation under God is our core
Heidi Sands
12/11/20
Waves of nostalgia and melancholy washes over me as
I mourn the loss of the good ol' days; a somewhat...
Somber, prolonged trip down memory lane, ruminating over
The final days of freedom before going off to college!
Fun, innocent times with my buddies! Treasured memories made
Under the sun! I wish I could relive them all; I sure
Lived life to the fullest! Sadly, those days I'll never retrieve!
Submitted for...
ANY NEW ACROSTIC ABOUT NOSTALGIA Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Line Gauthier
Date written: 12/06/2020
A Silent Good-bye
She didn’t see it slipping away
did not feel time’s erasers
slowly clearing the board
was not aware of her shrinking world.
It took longer to find things
like words and faces
memories and laughter
her cigarettes.
She did not feel the cold
numbing her thoughts
a lifetime fading
to black.
She had seen them leave once
10 children
off to school, to marriage,
too soon, too far.
Now she watched them
leaving again, fading,
slipping away
forever.
2/11/2018
submitted to – Loss of an Innocent Mind – Poetry Contest
sponsor – Kai Michael Neumann
Into the dark i slump
my mood as dark as the night
my inner self saddened by the
loss of so many friends of late
My ring grows smaller
missing peoples laughter, jokes, and humor
I'm just thinking back on all the memories
That Darkness Leading Into Silent Tombs
At night, hallway between our distant bedrooms
that darkness leading into silent tombs,
I know the pain of your quiet despair,
where foul shadows float though the air.
Memories of that day, those dastardly deeds
bequeath a crop of ever darker seeds,
I feel the anger and loss deep in your cave
that agonizing hurt, loss of the love you gave.
Yet you see not the greater wrong done me
tight chains that kept me from being free,
and how your blindness took away my sight
as we both now - embrace misery day and night.
If only we could wake from these never ending dreams
Find dear mercy and light, that both our heart redeems
R.J. Lindley,
Oct. 17th, 1974
Wade the Shallows
Wade the shallows, swim not the deep,
loss of time makes the old man weep.
Imagine castles, thundered in glory prime
fleeing shadows racing about in time!
Comfort of the known sees the dream,
whistles the kettle in heated steam.
A vow, a promising oath made in sin
darkened shadows await in the heart of men!
Cleave to the willows along the bank,
sand on the beach, rocks to thank
Look back at a wild path solemnly made
rejoice in the hand so well played!
Walk a path that gives solace and high spirit.
Ring that bell, do not worry if failing to hear it!
Robert J. Lindley, 07-20-2014
Standing In Bitter Rain
Standing in this deep, lonesome rain
confusion is my only friend
Agony of great death and pain
as loss cries the weakness of mortal men!
Are we mortals destined for greater
as we wander here ever so lost
Our end so often sooner than later
is love only ever worth the high cost!
In this cold wetness the hurt only grows
as seconds turn to dark blue hours
The loss of my sweetheart sadly shows
bitter is the death of my loving flower!
Standing in this cold, hard wet chill
love again only can ever save me
That thought tasting as a very bitter pill
do I dare ever let go of my loving Amy!
Robert L. 05-17-2014
I am sure the verse of fear in writing
Extreme sense of sadness lies in my dreams
Memories seem to be locked deep inside
I cry for the loss of my tender scenes
My heartfelt dreams, those of powerful love
Are also tucked away beyond any hope
Any hope of getting them for feeling
Making me try to understand and cope
Pain’s so intense that I can’t remember
The joys of life are gone with this disease
My longtime memories are gone, I hurt
I feel real terrible, it brought a tease
I’ll never know the sure pleasures of life
Like others who can see their past at will
They’re lucky, even with bad memories
All are hope for the future, loving still
Entered into Constance La France's "Memories Beyond The Door" contest
4/28/2013