Alzheimers Poems

We see they are weary, their body in pain, Their memory fails them time and again, They look so scared, so lost and alone, Nothing’s familiar like they’ve ever known. Understanding we must always be, Confusion and heartbreak is all

my father used to tell me that divorce was the process of losing one’s routine. 5:30 came and went without the sound of a familiar rattle from outside the door that came from my mothers keys. last night I got

From birth you are given a role many would deem inhumane You are forced into clothes and put to work for selfish men One day you are chosen to fulfil your duty Even though your obligation will change you into

The will to create and the wish to destroy, it is time you acknowledge, has never been yours to own, Because, in your vengeance, in your unmindful impatience, in your immaculate madness, when your soul turns to stone – You

All I feel is sorrow. Without your love I am sure there will be no tomorrow. Your love seems to only bring me pain. It is like a stinging rain. You lie and cheat. All I feel is utter defeat.

Running punctuality and just enough, under loyalty, The way the northern winds blew my skirts was seen by a youthful sun, mouthing expletives, It was under that noon, I met thee. Racing against cold blankets from afar, and fighting cocooned

Dancing lightning, hovering clouds with thunder sound, silver liquid drops of rain piercing on the ground. Summon the saga of romance to my heart’s core, and disseminate my longing for you like forest fire. Sweet smelling breeze floods through the

It’s been almost a lifetime in gyrating spiraling flow Defying constant onslaught of getting pulled far below Each time tried resurfacing in a new vortex got caught Adding on presented misery to existing scene distraught Tired of repetitive challenges testing

GIRL ON WESTGATE/ FANCY AND IMAGINATION from the coach-window I see the girl on the city-kerb eating the orange ice-pop, hair fanning in the breeze, the centre of her own continuum, catching the smear of exhaust tasting the sharpness of

Crying my sorrows away in that dark lane where my memories bleed till this day, So many dreams I had, but these sleepless nights are crushing me everyday, All the time I think, would you remember me if I am

Sometimes I feel really rotten Like someone’s dumped me in a moat And all the world’s against me I cut and bruise and they gloat When I climb out of that well of hell The viscous brown liquid drips along

The wind is blowing through the trees See it rustle each and every leaf Watch it move the trees again See them wave and the branches bend There are dry leaves on the ground Hear the dry crunching sound See

If hate was becoming an absolute truth and love was transcending lies where do we go now? This daily life, I was seeing the pain of troubled identity, turning into punishment of unbecoming. The hired untruths are killing the tender

Captivating eyes, yes eyes, those eyes, I gazed at èm, heard sound of drum, The day I was right in the front, was that just a hunt? First look, deep inside them, left me numb, Wonder why those mesmerising eyes

We were always meant to be “SEEKERS”. The true joy of explorations dwells deep within the soul of a man. It is an instinct you cannot ignore as it is the only dream that is real. An Unveiling of a

I’ll be back on one foggy evening With a mask on my face. I don’t want you to welcome me, Keep your windows closed, and your heart sealed. I’ll not knock on your door; Not even call you by name.

Your lips so soft and red; The thought of kissing you is stuck in my head. Your beauty so bright and warm; Shining through the darkest storm. Your eyes sparkle like stars in the night sky; When I stare into

A creepy crawling snake wrapped around a twig slithering its way up the rotten branch.. Remnants of a tree trunk after termites had there way the branch snaps the snake falls down… Creepy crawly snake the vicious venomous snake it

Forever, the word digresses Carved in wood Underneath the painting, The sky is motionless, The trees by the lake, As a boy was taught, A wind too, or a spirit Of laughter, as Time clings on to The best of

Do I dare? As the earth revolves And the sun is Obfuscated from my vision The stars begin their dance While the planets Continue their waltz. And in the island of their movement Is the ocean of the Milky Way

Souls leave no shadows And no more shades either For, they remain in those Moth eaten sepias as relics of Those we have loved once And killed many times over Souls leave holes only Wholesome holes; say some in mock

Standing on the Shore, when something oozes… out of your heart’s core! Beautiful becomes your imagination, with the astounding creation! Fills the surrounding with real blithe, when that something… Get its liberation from a chrysalis sheath! Nothing at that juncture,

The world’s new code of conduct Misusing of office protocols to suit one’s taste Stocking stolen billions in banks and calling it your hard earned money A sweet temptation destroys people’s integrity is it’s goal Causing poverty as you milk

(1) A cigarette is a green tale inside a white coffin; Her shoe is a hat, its end a line of smoke. (2) A cigarette is milk falling from breasts; Mouths are swings hanged on Oedipus complex. (3) A cigar

A seed that grew from a moment of love A seed that had only one goal, called love To become part of something Oh so old and yet so new, Now you see a new life it will be a

Corrupt hierarchal systems Of laws and regulations False are all their items False are their celebrations False is the belief Of every thief Can you own mother earth? Can you extinct the birth Of species everywhere? Polluting the air Still

To the first guy, who ever made me cry. May I ask you why? You told me you love me, But why did you make me feel like I could just die. I didn’t really know, If I should believe

Friends They pretend Few Remains a true When glad Celebrates! In mourn Fakes the concern Deep inside They call a toast Cheers if she grin Grin if she’s sick They mourn and tell It’s okay, all is well In their

Assembled casualty, repetition of conflict from the time of its start until the approach inside your heart, just before the last beat. Instrumental are the events that correspond and implement an almost unjust desire, circumvent any time spent and repent.

When I depart the realm of the terrestrial for the splendour of the celestial, do not bury my remains in the valley of the Kings, for robbers would move my bones in search of gold rings. I detest sharing the

I am seeing my reflection, In your pure innocent eyes, You grin ear to ear, Taking in my surprise! You garland me with your arms, I wrap you in mine, My clouded self forgotten, I relish our big hug time!

You speak ill of my name Onto you, shall bring much shame Your actions should make you feel ashamed The finger points to you in blame Take my name off your tongue Don’t waste the energy from your lungs Instead

When I Count My Blessings I count you twice ‘cuz it’s a miracle come true that you’re even a part of my life I have so much to be thankful for and I thank God every day and every night

I had a dream once, One where I flung my arms back And felt a caress so tight. I couldn’t help but feel at home. A place I haven’t been in so long. Night comes as I close my eyes.

From my point of view, grandma was my pillar of love and strength Mother was a faithful wife, a loving homemaker, and a good hairdresser Daddy was a breadwinner, versatile entrepreneur, and plantation manager Jack, given to me when just

1 When I was a little boy I watched a balloon wiggle itself free and spiral upwards towards where I thought might be Heaven. I don’t recall the circumstance— whether it was a birthday party or the circus, or the

She exists in the body, a visual myth Materializing out of stone A solitary figure carefully etched Into the mind’s eye, breathing Brooding, testing the air for its secrets Tasting the wind for things to come She is to my

It was simple, it was effortless All too transparent and ever so clear Life threw its bounties at him His hard road was strewn with maps to its wonders At every dead end he found a shovel At every crossroad

An image was talking to you in your mind. There were fudged voices of foot soldiers of half-gods. I was scared of synthetic leaves and black stars. It was a most explicit blood dance baring-all, the hiss of cones. You

Sometimes when you don’t see me In a path you are heading to, Just look behind, You will always find me following you. Sometimes when you don’t need me At a point when you have everything with you, But anytime