Memory Loss Poems - Poems about Memory Loss

The Things I Never Buried

I never buried certain names,
They lingered like a scent in air.
I whispered them through window panes
And found them waiting everywhere.

I never buried childhood roads—
The ones I walked with bleeding knees.
They live inside the softest odes
And bloom like ghosts among the trees.

I never buried what she said
The night the silence broke our bed.
Her voice still echoes

After the Ghost

Form: Englyn Unodl Union

I touched a shadow and called it a flame,
It smiled — but was the same.
My scars whispered his name.
Love left, but I still came.

I no longer know Beauty

I
forget—
like how leaves forget their tree
once autumn called them free.
Moments slip and leave
an unsettling void
for dreams to flourish.
Uninvited, wearing
the mask of memory.

A fiction sung in earnest,
stitched in gray hours—
where dreams blend into truth.
A hushed whisper:
“Beauty is truth,”—but
I wouldn’t know 
if the echoes I call "mine"
ever rang—

I am built
of broken facts,
soft edits,
and pills that patch up
what

In the end, we’re just stories left unread

cursive letters pale
fade into weathered parchment—
they were stories once.

My Sunflower

She flickers in the glass—
a glitch of golden déjà vu, 
The paint strokes—bright, wild yellow,
but no warmth leak through.

I sometimes reach
for her dimming leaves
that hum against my skin then disappear.
I pull back and smell
ash, when nothing’s charred.

There were twelve petals yesterday,
now, only eleven.
I wake up and count again.
Still eleven,
or maybe 
none. 
(I’m not sure if

I dreamt myself dreaming myself dreaming myself dreaming--

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

Letter To The Fallen

"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

Memory Loss

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

for a moment

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

Memories and Old Age

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

Memory Loss

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

Memory Loss

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

Loving Care

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

She Knew

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

Silent Thief

Alzheimer's, silent thief who steals precious memories



Remembering a friend R.I.P

• Short Memory Loss Poems
• Famous Memory Loss Poems
• Best Memory Loss Poems
• Read Memory Loss Poems
• Long Memory Loss Poems
• Memory Loss Quotes