Alzheimers Poems

Alzheimers poems that are original and profound. Explore a brilliant collection of alzheimers poetry that you can’t stop reading. These poems on alzheimers are published by poets from all over the world and are sure to keep you High On Poems!

Mind First… Body Later

Mind First... Body Later short poem

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

Poems you may like :

Lake Of Love

Lake Of Love short poem

In autumn water becomes fire created from the endless love of stars, and feelings fall like old leaves navigated by the nap of lake. When world gets drunk from every sunset… I know!You will come…where? I know!You will be everywhere!

Insanity

Insanity prose poem

(1) It is insane that while your heart jumps at evening on the strings of a harp, while your beloved lady’s hair flies with every breeze of jazz, while you wash up at morning under showers of gardens sounds, but

Give Me A Sign

Give Me A Sign short poem

It snows, rain and blood Where are you now brother? I pray to the gods to give me a sign A sign of where you are Around me it’s all dark I am wet, standing in the mud It’s a

Happiest Of All!

Happiest Of All! long poem

How does it feel to see the Flamingo, when the sun is shining through the clouds, while sitting next to the window, the cool breeze touching the cheeks like healing wounds. when I became happiest of all, it is everything

Sienna

Sienna elegy

She ran out to the woods Chased adventure all the way down to the lake Black like tar and anger and emotion and hatred She jumped in trepidation and cold and fire and that sound of stone cracking against stone

The Wedding Photo

The Wedding Photo short poem

They stood there smiling in black and white holding their fingers tender and tight. They knew the secrets of a past tense heart they knew of a future ’till death do us part’. They tell a story that starts with

Alive Again

Alive Again short poem

From winter to summer and back to winter again I hate these cold and gloomy days, the snow and The icy cold wind in my face that just seems to take My breath away and to make things worse all

A Walk in Central Park

A Walk in Central Park short poem

Walking down central park one sees the Cherry trees blooming And people that smile back at you when you smile at them walking That genuine smile that always draws a spark from their hearts to yours And makes your heart

Life’s Little Mirror You

Lifes Little Mirror You prose poem

Life is about getting over it, all of the tragedies and all the victories, all traumas and triumph. The beautiful fractures and bruises, veins and jagged cracks asymmetrical maps of linear life falling forever forward. Glued together and displayed in

The Evacuation

The Evacuation short poem

I’ve been drenched In the pool of Tormenting thoughts The footsteps that entered Into my oblivion Those enormous hands Metallic fingers Sharpened nails Molding Cupping First a drop Just touched and trickled Then A handful Yet not satisfied …. Everything

Softness

Softness short poem

From hereness to thereness a heat flows- in the height of fears. A timeless need to map out the pain of earth, floating on clouds. Lemon grass cuts the swan lake. There was a devil in water, hiding under the

Snakes In The Garden

Snakes In The Garden short poem

I have a lush green garden full of Charming snakes, Their frightful sight can give heart attacks. Though in appearance attractive and sleek, Their dominance can make your life very bleak. My garden attracts them to fulfil their greed, They

Images Of You And Me

Images Of You And Me short poem

I love thee who are here and near I love thee who are there so far Our dear Father has planned it this way And now happily His we are The mere thought of thee, my brother, my sister, causes

Sombre Evenings

Sombre Evenings short poem

I find my evenings on the sombre side , I don’t know how to put them right , It’s just like the flying time comes to a stand still , which I cannot fight !! I find my evenings on

Arrow Of Time

Arrow Of Time short poem

Swift entropic arrow of time, You illicit my poetic freedom! You vex me inside-out of rhythm, Outside-in of rhyme; You irreversible debacle And thermodynamic oracle, Too late I learn: in my present Wanes a future crescent! How like an even

Violent End

Violent End short poem

Crush of holy hands on blue skin of a flame was the wet revenge of a withering rose. That defiant streak bursts with knowledge of a sin. White and black, this was me and my unwrapped flesh. Dirty glory of

Under Your Nose

Under Your Nose short poem

Dividing bridges in the grimace of time, Earth peeled and uprooted in a perfidious chime, Upholstery of ashes do perplex the sun, Blurry vision does escape the wanton hun, Moon braces for the evening sun, Cradle of concrete that once

Haunting Hallucination

Haunting Hallucination short poem

For two days I stayed in a hill resort Opposite was a hill top, easy to conquer with little effort That was covered by many a variety of tree Without greenery, leaving few gaps, as free Those gaps looked like

How Is Your Faith

How Is Your Faith prose poem

How is your faith? I guess it depends on the case. Are things going good or bad? Are you happy or sad? People say things just happen for- well there is no reason. Then why do we have seasons? why

Deceived Woman

Deceived Woman short poem

you always said “we’re meant to be” forgot to say “love is not free” I was the shadow of your sins you broke my heart without tears in every man I found you it sounds awful, but it was true

Socks Or Suspenders (revised)

Socks Or Suspenders (revised) short poem

Of all the simplest of things. Sometimes love is a lot like socks. Some are long, some are short. Hell some even come up to the height of knees. Some are bland. Some are colorful. Baring the fruit of comforting

Diamond In The Swamp’ Pt. 3

Diamond In The Swamp Pt. 3 short poem

The sprawling mangrove forest shifted away from the giant concrete thoroughfare that has come to traverse through their murky habitation. Their host of wild mammals and their uncut barbaric lifestyle have retreated farther to their dense recluse of primitivity. New

I Am Shy

I Am Shy short poem

The shyness in me makes me decide not to speak I climbed the mountains and have seen the peaks The words I write cannot explain emotions that I reach Destiny lied to me in my mind and never again should

The Effort Of Poetry

The Effort Of Poetry short poem

And so, with trembling heart I dare to embrace your clean white sheet And mark it with my scribblings. To make a sentence, where to start? And where to feel complete? Does it matter if my style don’t rhyme? I’m

Urban Fox

Urban Fox prose poem

When he comes, he visits her at night. Entering her personal space, uninvited but nonetheless welcome. She does not know his schedule; dreadful expectation. Absences unexplained. Too wary to search for answers, prepared to forgive for shared moments. His silent

Omak, Washington 1979

Omak, Washington 1979 short poem

I was happier When I didn’t Know any better Middle aged now Rushing toward Rushing from Half tasted meals Unfinished books Tendonitis rampant Tell myself tomorrow That’s happiness Tense with impatience Silence falls Odd in the city Then windchimes Transported

Moonlight Magic

Moonlight Magic short poem

Sweet moonlight shone down on earth A single beam broke through the clouds Dancing across ripples in the lake Sneaking into a window pane Where a pair of eyes open wide in awe Little feet patter on the floor Tiptoed

Is Beauty Only Skin Deep?

Is Beauty Only Skin Deep? short poem

We have many levels of beautiful Some are clear and visible, We may touch an adorableness, Skins depth though questionable of beauty. Imagine all the colours see the silhouette, Lustrous smooth and adorable, Blush fullness of the lips, Yet still

A Fairy Came To Me

A Fairy Came To Me short poem

A fairy came to me, I was pleased to see, She doesn’t lack fame, You know her name, She has a beautiful face, With a lot of grace, Her wings are weak, She glided from the peak, She said to

Temptation

Temptation short poem

After running for the flesh, why did you make a home for the death? Was it a reverence for buying the peace? Or fear of uncertainty and suspense in the bosom of pain? The panther was only thirsty, there was

Longing For You

Longing For You short poem

My heart longs for your consoling words. My ears longs to hear your footstep. My nose longs for your smell.. My skin longs for your touch. My head longs to lie in solace of your arms. My eyes are weary

Shattered Love

Shattered Love short poem

We must be falling apart as we argue fuss and fight all day long. When I’m feeling depressed and blue , sure would be nice again just to hold you. The pain is real, the heartache I can’t stand anymore

The Infinte

The Infinte prose poem

I am called Balaji in Tirumala; I am called Rama in Bhadrachala; In Sholapur I am Panduranga; In all His temples, I am called Naarasimha; In Mathura I am Govinda; These but names that called I am; In wayside temple

Listening And Loving

Listening And Loving short poem

As you ponder what I think, ask me if you dare Pause and come to me, and see that I really do care Many think that I am a mystery; others stand and stare Those who heartily believe, and love

Soaked in regret

Soaked in regret prose poem

You will not be the same after him. Neither am I. Of course, you suit him better. You can make him dosa and sambhar as opposed to the roti and dal that I would have managed. You can do long

Friendship – An Oasis

Friendship   An Oasis prose poem

Friendship is an oasis that is bound from the north by eternity’s wrinkle-free forehead, by life’s arid desert of mishaps from the south, by liberty that is in the hands of those who give it in order to have it

Balanced Spectacle

Balanced Spectacle short poem

Like trees bend In the wind To protect the roots that hold The soil still and mold Be flexible Balanced spectacle Flow with the breeze Remain at ease Protect your steps Never collapse Flexibility is a must With a life

Proceed And Halt

Proceed And Halt short poem

Life is an endless Journey Journey is smooth some times Journey is tiresome most of the time Journey is pleasant few times Journey finally ends over the time Journey during child hood is filled with fun and frolic One hardly

What Shall I Say

What Shall I Say short poem

Should I say I hate you for you left me Alone in the middle of life’s journey? Or should I say I love you for you are the one who helped to begin my new journey. Should I say I