Short Term Memory Poems | Examples

Plutonium Throat

The roaches keep launching attacks
then scurrying back into Satan's dirty crack
covering their backs with the children of Gaza.

Launch then hide- launch then hide
when they lose ground, 
they call for a ceasefire.
Understand, there can never be peace 
when these hell hounds are unleashed.

Nobody in this three ringed regime
mentions the hostages anymore
nobody remembers October 7
or September 11
let alone the holocaust.
Short term memory problems
for those with long   term limits.

Nobody dares to put the bullseye on Iran
who has the real blood on their hands.
Billions of U.S. dollars fund the attacks of these ogres
whose soul do they own....asking for a friend. 

Lay waste to the Persian oilfields
parch their treasure chests
maybe then peace can prevail
then the Bedouins of heaven
and the children of Christ can rest.

I think we're heading down 
the plutonium throat of Armageddon.

Work In Progress

WORK IN PROGRESS

Why wait for a muse to get inspiration
When the words are there in your head
If not in the brain, perhaps in the heart
As seat of emotion and passionate drive
Where all feelings must escape to thrive

Creativity fails if reliant on concentration
Try detachment and an open mind instead
Ideas always find you, they need no chart
For that special connection one must strive
And free thinking can keep that hope alive

New ideas may emerge from recreation
Some fly away, others are heavy as lead
But capture and nurture is a good start
With no limits to depths one may dive
For old and dusty words one can revive

Short term memory loss is an aberration
And rapid recovery may work as is said
But it is like pulling all the strands apart
Yet creative success can suddenly arrive
Much better than what fate can contrive

Any finished written piece brings elation
Despite the stamina meter dial in the red
Yet celebratory drinks can taste a bit tart
Was it your own work or that of the hive
As there’s still no good rhyme in line five

Blame Starbucks

An article on the internet says
a recent review of roughly 100 studies
notes that while caffeine enhances+
physical, cognitive and motor performance, 
boosts short-term memory, problem solving,
decision making and concentration,
it eliminates a key portion of the
creative process. Caffeine gives a coffee
drinker pinpoint focus, but it doesn't allow
the mind to wander.
And a recent study showed losing focus
helps inspire creative solutions.
It impedes the ability to go into deep sleep, 
which diminishes emotional intelligence, 
constructive thinking and the ability
to cope with stress,
It blunts the ability to solve problems 
and draw connections between
unassociated information.

Hold on a minute, while I refill my cup
and think of where I want to go
with the rest of this poem…
sip, ahhh! Roll my eyes a little…
Hmmm… hold on... um... err...
Nope, it just ain’t happening…

Copyright
Vol Lindsey
6/17/2013

Lonesome Nights

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.

I Do Not Hang On To Bodies

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!

Large Darkness

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

Delirium-

WhAt'S tHaT
Reeks HAVOK
It's like inhalen helilum

DELIRIUM

InToXiCaTiOn unconscious
Sleep deprivated
Crowded mind, chronic illness
Chances in my metaBoLiC balance
Low sodium my medicine can't control 'em
WhO is YoU
And WhAt iz tat
As I see myself I view
In mi short term memory what?
In mt intermission /intermittent confusion
Whaz up, whaz ya talkN bout
What I juz said
LoOk at that
Waz that!
My rumors in my tumors
WhAt
Altered
What
My mind
What, talkN too mI SeLf
Juz tranlusient
Got cognitive changes
What
Me dysarthiria
DySpHaSiA
Agitation fast heart rate

for heaven sake, what's that(what'sthis)
Whz up Palaeotherrium
Mental anguish DELIRIUM


7/23/20  © 2020
Contest Winner Medal	 #2
DELIRIUM
Poetry Contest 
Sponsored by:  Kai Michael Neumann

Fading Brain

FADING BRAIN

I think my brain is going down the drain.
My short-term memory is all at sea.
This thing they call dementia is a pain;
I don’t know why it’s happening to me.
Now, ask me what did in sixty-three,
And I recall it all as clear as day.
But what I did last Sunday I can’t say.
A brain transplant is what I really need,
But that technology is far away.
And, in the meantime, this brain’s gone to seed.

20th March 2020
Delightful Dizains contest
Sponsor - Beth Evans

Pressure Induced Rant

I'm more than half way to the gates
or so the statistics fancy to say.
Seen a lot but need to see a lot more
haven't suffered or laughed enough
need a few more scuffs and scars
need to grow up but I'm trending down
need to hide pain and struggle gracefully
strengthen the weaknesses-maintain the strengths.
Though I don't have enough mental mortar.
need to toss these streaks of jealousy in the pit
need to pare down that gigantic bucket list
reach a couple of goals-go for one last blitz.
but I'm running low on energy and time
where are those auxiliary tanks of fuel and time
I need to pray more?
have I done enough for family-friends
need to pray more
have I done enough for god
need to be more humble
have I done enough for myself.
I've got to do more for others
to help them reach their goals
but what about mine
i'm running low on fuel and time
I've got to stop whining.
be a man-struggle in silence
The universe is 14 billion years old
I have to iron all this mess out 
in 73 years or so. 
That's a lot to ask of a man
who's having short term memory lapses
I need to pray for others more-and mean it

Brain Injury

She lay on the hospital bed
like a grotesque monster
barely recognisable ...
head swollen
face battered with vivid bruising
hair matted with crusty coagulated blood
the scans revealed 
two bleeds on her brain

After nine years
Her short term memory is 
Her short memory is
Her memory is

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She’ll always be my amazing mum
But sadly with just a little bit missing


Brain Injury Contest

My mum had a fall in the street on 6th November 2009; our lives have never been the same since


12/27/18

Remembering What You Want To Forget

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

Future Tough

Nothing positive about the future to write 
The future seems shite 
That must be why
I only write about what has come pass
The good bit's I somehow gloss over the bad bit's 
Because I have short term memory loss
When it involves shame and blame
So what of the future ?
Ask me tomorrow 
And I will tell my pen to lie
If I don't like the outcome 
Ill just polish my paint's 
And get someone else to play me
Portray me
As a multiple gold winner
Thinner and Majestic 
Modeled in plastic 
Fantastic
Science fiction 
Like making predictions

Every Single Touch

One thing has her frantically pacing 
The thoughts of her lover having a change of heart
Magic trick-like love; 
His feelings for her existence have all but vanished 
Panicked, her heart is torn to shreds 
Time is moving too fast, the room is spinning
Her flower cannot bloom without her sun
Shadows cloud her entire atmosphere 
Tears smack the ground aggressively 
Each one holding an individual message of sentiment 
Pain has sabotaged her short term memory
To her, there is no bright future without the man, 
she depends on for her guided light

Tired of Tv

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.

Dog Loose

Dog Loose
Got fired from my call centre job for failing the exam. Took it while doing the night shift. First I've ever done graveyard. Can't say I like it. In fact, I bloody hate night work. Unless it's in a goth club, drinking beer or grinding.

Gonna get a new job. Jimmy Boom Semtex needs beer and tattoo cash. Give him a job and let him learn. Short term memory aside, he'll do his best. Make you laugh and roll your eyes. Jimmy Boom Semtex is here!

Gotta wait 3 months for my wages. That's ok. I'll buy 120 bottles of beer at Xmas and drink myself unconscious while reciting mad poetry. Red Horse or Colt 45? More beer is needed. Paid for by Jimmy's next job. Night shift? You bet!

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