Short Memory Loss Poems
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heart swells and explodes
with love
but then i fall
its chaos and death from above
Her mind was slipping away,
further and further everyday.
"Who are you?", She would say.
"Don't you know me?, I'm Ray!"
"I know him!"
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
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.
1
dry skin can make a
superb etching art pad that
lotion can erase.
2
lose of appetite
can help you fit into those
chic designer jeans.
3
memory loss can
be an apology crutch,
when saying something.
Trump With Hair Thinning from Beginning
He sure has an interesting way of things displaying,
Even though he is growing old and hair is graying;
Big, brash boss,
With memory loss;
What next is it this moron may be gaily saying?
Jim Horn
It's a bit like...
you are in a bathroom
filling a hot tub,
slowly the steam
covers the mirror...
and the mirror loses it's reflection;
that loss of reflection,
is my memory fading !
Elizabeth alexander 18/3/2016
inspired by fear: Alzheimers.
when i took the oath
i agreed to be expendable
can't blame anybody but myself
nightmares
night sweats
cronic fatigue
insomnia
anxiety
panic
depresion
aching bones
muscles
headaches
memory loss
chronicaly progresively
physicaly
mentally
aging too fast
the price for freedom
i took the oath
Memory Loss
Urinary problems
Losing vision
Thinking difficulties
Individual weakness
Painful moments
Losing balance
Extreme fatigue
Stress induced
Coordination problems
Life altering
Emotional rollercoaster
Reduced strength
Over reacting
Smell sensitivity
Irritable feelings
Suffering daily
Memory Loss
Motivated by thought,
realised mistreated actions.
I owe it to myself,
to know I am enough.
Who do you think you are,
to make me doubt
my fire
that burns to bright
for you to desire.
How strong can you then be,
if you can't handle me?
So I have a memory loss
of you and me
a stranger that ones
walked passed me.
Visions of illustrated forks
Pointing your direction
To the far away mystic night
Where the werewolves howl
Guiding you to your room
Filled with lights and sorrow
The same fearful sound
Of clicking, like an unwanted houseguest
Or a stray dog with no name
Piercing the hallow depths
Of your pitiful imagination
Let your cranium run wild
And point you to somewhere new
Post-retirement, why eager to join class?
I can take frequent absence as days pass.
Attend class without study, no fearing.
Teachers won't shout, know I'm short of hearing.
On assignment submission day, I'll say
Sorry! Mam, I didn't remember the day.
She knows memory loss, but alas!
They can't call parent though poor marks scoring
Nice time for me on Parent-Teacher's day.
~x~x~
I thought it was tonight
but maybe it's tomorrow.
I wondered when I woke
with memory stalled in sorrow.
Then got up to a life
that faded into mind.
And knew I couldn't share
what others couldn't find.
Then started out my day
remembering what I could.
Ignoring all the others
that never understood.
Until I had to share
what some would call a hi.
When all my fears remembering
were pressures quickened bye.
Putting my best foot forward
shoulder to the wheel
nose to the grindstone
my Achilles heel
while sticking my neck out
I soon found
as
with my eye on the ball
ear to the ground
when I put my back into it
not with tongue in cheek
but to keep my chin up
heard joints creak
the onset of old age memory loss
an early taste
for in the end I forgot to bend
at the knees and not the waist
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 being uttered with muttered words,
heard only in the hollow of a poets’ dream,
could bring the past to life
or resurrect a love.
Morning
When you wake up each morning a
great start of
the day is a
glass of
amniotic fluid originating from
the womb of a
woman with a
baby or
babies inside her so
you can diagnose the likely abnormalities in the
foetus before they can be
abnormal. Possible side effects: part or
total memory loss, instant employment in
the public sector, parking tickets will
follow you around, stalk you, and
you’re voice box may turn to
static mode.
|| 2 feet from the mud
on 6 inch heels breathing
difficult words while screaming
it's all for real
like kissing touching
the weeping burning sun
hugging frail entrails
--while shivering like
bleeding soldiers and
we're all within a living
hell /together my billion
soul brothers and sisters\
there are some remedies
worse than any disease
my withering hands hold
your face as i offer
an invitation for
memory loss ;
you receive ||
:: 07/30/2017 ::
They say -
she's in a better place,
I know it's true
with all God's grace,
those last few years
were ..., well, you know
full of tears
how you suffered so,
never once complaining,
the stroke, the memory loss,
unable to see, the darkness gaining
the immobility, the endless pain,
forgetting me;
God was kind, compassionate,
loving to set you free
calling you home despite my tears
but for myself,
I fear
I miss you every moment,
wish you were here.