Short Amnesia Poems
Short Amnesia Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Amnesia by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Amnesia by length and keyword.
1. Mortality Recognition
2. Hedonism
3. Apathy
4. Restlessness
5. Historic Amnesia
6. Recklessness/Experimentation
7. Meta-Identity
You might think this is really hard core
He fell and hit his head on the floor
He had Deja Vu
And amnesia too
He thought have I forgot this before?
Pink trails stream from tiny planes in the pale morning light...
The sky is as clear as a cool, summer stream;
causing amnesia of the previous night...
If I were to ever suffer of a deep amnesia,
In your presence I would remember, with my synesthesia,
All our memories flashing back: "Memory Reboot" in my mind.
we walk the steps
we have walked before
but it is not boring
thanks to amnesia
even after we know
and the veil has thinned
gravity pulls us down
let us celebrate
30-May-2023
Amnesia
Gone, Diminish
Confusing, Forgetting, Regretting
Name of Kids, Place of Keys, Clear Sight, Lucid Mind
Encircling, Penetrating, Remembering
Vivid, Immense
Memory
Once knew a gal from Geneva
Downed the biggest glass of tequila
Stripped down to her undies
While munching on munchies
Next day she claimed she had amnesia
© Jack Ellison 2015
hippocambal curve undressed
sea monsters purge here
spatial navigation re-
lease of the short te-
rm remembrance
rased
firing bursts of potentials
acting on running ridges
retrograde amnesia
Form:
Time Trump Was In Tunisia
We remember when Trump was in Tunisia,
And he had suffered from case of amnesia,
Idiot outright,
To his delight,
So would start giving him more anesthesia.
Jim Horn
you got amnesia
wandering who are you who
wonder minds you are
~
mind fail lethargic
memories faded away
who am I and you
5/18/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2020
you choose amnesia
self inflicted malady
I am the healer
term of endearment
now given to another
you try to forget
my fragrance lingers
love fights for recognition
sweet awakening
Eileen Manassian
Drinking and driving is not a great idea
Let me clarify, water's okay along with a pizza
If you hit somebody though
They bounce real good and so
Luckily in my elder years, I suffer from amnesia
Tired Minds section gold
Civil thoughts Amnesia never told
Bleeding hearts also cold
Dementia Alzheimer's
Ahhh!!
I've forgotten the rest of the poem
1/21/20
James Edward Lee Sr 2020
A city without streets…
a pain in the memory
Like an amputated limb
still aching at night
A city without people
a bane on existence
Their shadows to wander
—down avenues unnamed
(Dreamsleep: September, 2022)
Tangled skeins of memories unravel
Implacable reverie in melted rainbows
Encroached upon asphalt canvas, absorbing
New moon's amnesia; her silver shadows confiscate
7/19/19
Originally in 'Patience' on this website
In deep amnesia
The truth forgotten
The future unknown
Entity flounders
Hither and thither
Directionless
In the darkness
Oblivious
To the true Self
In prayer
Innocence
Reclaims truth
The way
Inwards
Pure
06-October-2020
You.
I'll have
Amnesia.
My mind wiped clean;
Everyone has left;
My eyes searching for clues;
Frustration taking over;
Answers wanted yet nothing's there.
An image appears; smiling, arms wide.
Darkness is here. A light still shines; that face.
In the bright mirror
I can see somebody else
Who is this new face?
Am I struck with amnesia?
Or do I need new glasses?
New face is a fright
Pale, tired, long and so worn
Is it really me?
I cannot recall before
My reflection in mirrors
Again you glare like i am not there
Bring forth your memories i am the one you've loved
Care not if you must, what we've shared can never fade
Dare to hide?, the truth is startling
Exaggerated amnesia, that only in your presence i seem to hear about.
souls occupying form
in a state of amnesia
go about their business
conjuring imaginary scripts
propelled by heart’s desires
what then is compassion
but accepting all as they are
engaging as needed
yet maintaining distance
from feral vibrations
Precious piety covers his face while
I`m tearing at delicately woven lace
Honest gardener works till the late hours
I deliciously debauch his innocent flowers
Creators, sustainers frown with a look of amnesia
Forgetting their brother is a worshiper of Shiva
forgetting how
to do this
i wake everyday
with a tabula rasa
an amnesia of how
to kiss
my lips since
have dried
and cracked
but dreams
are truer than
life's fiction
no need
for lipstick
and you can
curl your tongue
don't wake me just
remind me what to do
Form:
Repetition is the father of learning,
an endless corridor of
narrow stairs;
anger blossoms self-discovery.
Tickling ivories and black keys,
tickles the soul into musical
paramount--
retrograded toward amnesia,
feels no more;
striking chords on a harp
in an angelic paradise.
It slithers, the tongue
trying to find
the rage on cold words.
A window
shuts on fire for a deliberate
withdrawl from conflicts.
The virgin iron
becomes a corpse
under the golden
amnesia of hot greens.
The colors are changing
on face
and the silky grass of paradise.
Satish Verma
There once was a girl named Theresa.
She looked like the Mona Lisa.
She didn't fight it.
Because she resided
In the Leaning Tower of Pisa.
There was a girl named Theresa.
She thought she had amnesia.
She couldn't remember
Why she was so limber.
She had taken too much anesthesia.