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

Blackened silence was holding the reflectivity, reality was on the run. Exile was complete. Dark secrets, standing on head remained buried in your chest absorbing all colors of sun. A night remembers the friends who went over the hills one

I was left behind in the real world With all its possible embodiments The ends of which are purely ideological And only relevant when necessary Even so, being has its comforts Namely that I live within my skin A personified

Thank you for finally listening Although now it is far too late. The death toll continues climbing While nervously you speculate. Black clouds of neglect still shroud us; ferociously the flames rage on It’s 16 hours and counting Our heartache

Roses had gone wilting after surgery. Biovision of acrylic lenses was projecting a corrupt green mount. The rubber king had a papery laugh. How you deal with a maverick – matter – of – factly? Pall bearers of a tall

Breath on my window silently screaming out for a certain Scorpio but it’s like you’ve just disappeared, like a ghost in the blinding snow, the fire here inside is warm but I feel a chill craving your hot, hot lovin’,

“The thunder did flash and the rain did fall, The wind too stirred up and started to creep and crawl. The sky turned dark and the lightening tore through, On and on it rumbled, a sinister grey the skies grew.

Whispered names falling simply off lips, Freckles that ripple on skin, Azure eyes that flooded dreams. Eyes may capsize stable thoughts, Blindly wade into unknown waters, Not knowing awaiting dangers. A siren’s melody put in a trance, A map to

What is the depth of sea? Really! I don’t know But I may feel the depth Of love of mother That she showered on me What is the height of Mount Everest? Really! I don’t know But I know the

Two Faced Rain Crystal drops of heavenly benevolence, A tender stroke of vibgyoric seven, A new paint on the fabric of soil, Dry wrinkled earth, wrapped in rejuvenating foil. Moist, wet, drips, mist, drizzle, pitter- patter, Cool, light, fresh, earthly

Beloved houses die in essence, Beloved people in mass. These treasures seem to balance. Upon infinitesimal hours. For houses die subtle silent deaths, Like furtive fading seasons. Like shadows of dimming lengths, As the fugitive sun hastens. They die –

Made of similar stuff, same strength and length we span miles together with constant gauge distance the gap between is constant neither less nor more connections may come and go but our destination is same Aligned and fixed rigidly for

The only big struggle Is for money bristle Finishes like a bubble When we see Sin puddle. Is this so thing doddle? Actually it is a circle Vicious; none to fiddle As it makes one nuzzle In their cozy castle.

I picked my broken body off the ground, put ice on my broken smile, I choked back my tears without a sound, yet I loved you ALL the while. I clung to each of your word to every single promise,

My strange dreams of the night. Disappeared with a bird’s wail I realised another morning bright And hoped for an exciting trail Amidst loud shouts and curses And the busy life of a modern day My empty belly threatening ulcers

you’re glad you don’t remember that house in the country with dust falling from the ceiling the bare floorboards a soft-shoe stage a crime scene crossed by dozens of suspects naked and afraid where you’d once been warm now stripped

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

Some people are capable of the most cowardly acts ever committed Of wounding a poor vulnerable homosexual’s body until he desperately cries his lungs out mortified Inflicting deep wounds of the flesh and then watching him slowly faint into unconsciousness

If erupts again – the eternal hate of caucuses. A pipe bomb detonates in a gulley. Death glides as a superman like a mutiny in the bowl. Night stumbles against the kissing moon on the shore of waning hope. I

Grief swoops in and steals your soul Taking you hostage You are bound unable to move You are wracked with pain You beg to be free Your mind, screaming out and then Silence…. Grief  wins You surrender Allowing grief the

A poet of the troubled soul A life on who the devil took his toll A happy bouncing bundle of joy Who turned into an angry stepson boy Dear Boddah, will you be my friend? And always will until the

Because of you the autumn winds, and obscure hues of melancholy cannot mute the cheery tinge of spring’s melody. Because of you I do endure the flames that sorrows invoke though hard do the odds conspire but strong is the

Long, long ago there was a bustling town Among whose inhabitants was a funny clown. Whenever he saw a face with a frown He would set upon a mission to bring a smile And to give a new meaning to

You said “You’re an inspiration” I look at you confused, For the words “She’s a drama queen” are all they ever used. You said “You have such focus” I wonder what you see, For they said I lack direction, don’t

Almighty! Almighty! Grant us each other’s love Grant us Unity Almighty! Almighty! We are you, you are we One commUNITY Almighty! Make me an instrument Of your will Almighty! ‘Til my prayers for peace Are fulfilled Precious Yahweh! To the

If you close your eyes to the world outside, will the fighting suddenly cease? Will brother and sister hold hands together and build a new life of peace? Does a person, born blind, not hear the teeth grind as disaster,

I see them each day on my way to global politics 201 years worn, moss filled with cracks along the armrests I can remember one day seeing, two lovers in those chairs surely their intent, to facilitate the couples conversation

 There are times when I wake up…. And I think “I could lay here forever”. Soaking up the sunlight pouring in through my window. Onto the white comforter of my bed. Wrapped in the warmth of flannel sheets. I can

Do you ever feel a little choked up? Were you dreaming good and suddenly woke up? Like all was going smooth but you suddenly broke up- into tears – but a sly smile just soaked up- all of them,and you

I think this may annoy you a bit Though it’s not meant that way Why is it like that these days We need to clarify every time Lest it breeds, silence over and again? It’s funny don’t you see Despite

Riding slowly among the misty clouds The endless curves of mighty hills But i wonder it’s not fascinating me anymore Why i curtailed my world in you? Deep down there lays beautiful valleys Defining life beyond explanation But my soul

1916. Rossetti and Taberlet. Those are the first two names we read on the memorial, The captured soldier breaking for freedom, stood silently upon the delicately quiet letters that form lost names. There for decades, in sleepy Morzine. The thick

I was sleeping really deep My mind in its resting phase My heart beating at its own pace There was pin drop silence all around It seemed like Even the dogs had lost their sound. I had a sudden feeling

Since when, Haven’t you smiled, I wish I had known. Since when, Have you been drinking away, Swallowing your fears, Treasuring your tears.. I wish I had known. I stand in front of you, And I cannot stop the endless

Yes, I wait at your door For a pink candy and love some more, I wait till you wake into my loving arms, Like a baby crawling and with a smile so warm, Happiness as the morning rays wish you

Heady times and nearing dusk, A day as any other, As sudden as a storm at sea My beloved is taken! Gone! ……drawn from me with no warning. My world lies desolate and shaken, Consumed by a catastrophe, A world already

Passionate Love You have passion in my flame of passionate love That will only calm your kisses and a lovely touch No hurdle in my way can come to stop me but now You have become like a rabbit in

The days are past, long since forsaken; When I was mellow, unfazed and did as I was bidden. I was smitten by the world, by its values and vices; I was molded by this world, by my morals and choices.

Fire in kidneys was burning the basket. Privacy of green thumbs was intimately involved. Let us share the candle light march for the blossoms, who would not stay for old birds, Read me again the epitaph of the martyr, who

I am an ocean of problems, With raging gulfs of anxiety, Thunderstorms of fears, Coral reefs of loneliness In me all the time, And in this turmoil I saw you as a shore, Calm and composed, A harbor for my