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

And that did it. Many voices in a mayhem lost the face of lightening. The starlight woke in rain untainted by dust of beds encased in wilful folds. The tremors will not stop the knocking of speech, after an intimate

You must be thinking, life has got no sense. May be in your opinion, living is nonsense. It might be possible, no one is there for you. May be people out there, do not care for you. I won’t quote

Now here’s my bloody sonnet for today, A trifle for my daily exercise; It’s best I try to keep it light and gay, Tho’ truly I am full of heavy sighs. My muse has been holding himself aloof, Yet condescends

a half wept tear a silent wail sorrow in voice and tremor in stride when all turns to dust and all is washed away the cause is lost and so are feelings trivial seems love and loath rules when darkness

They tell me that I’m “glowing” and all I can reply, Is “thank you” with a great big smile, For I’ve found something money can’t buy, Finally my life feels worthwhile. They tell me I’m “looking well” and all I

I write this letter to my unborn child from the depths of my soul. You will soon enter our lives, and make our lives complete and whole. I never thought I would be chosen for such an awesome task. It

On Erin’s sweet emerald terrain, Many long ages ago. A dragon who was hight Ollipeist, Went a roving to and fro. He searched the hills and meadows green, He searched in County Claire. For the trickster Brady O’Shae he sought,

Amidst the ups and downs of life we are losing the core Surrendering to gravity you are falling till you are sore. With my eyes buried down to earth, I wish to see the sky. With my hands shackled together,

Darkness and quietness all around me Except for your constant tick Doesn’t that painfully prick! So trick the play and take the pause I’ll applause and I swear not to be cross. You always march, night and day Where is

The ocean breeze blew through my hair On it, a hint of magnolias Or was that the incense you were burning At the altar of your daily prayer Filled my lungs with the dusks’ freshness The dance of the chimes

Oh mighty creator, please hear my breathless prayer, Before I enter the battle become a ruthless slayer, Thank you for keeping me good & alive, For being with me, helping me survive, In this cold harsh winter you have been

This world has a large crowd of shadows Substances innumerable with their density Relative to their actions For everything has life with assigned actions Light symbolizes virtues While darkness vices So why shadows are always dark Even though shedding of

When you have nothing left. It is imminent that you create your own peace of mind with every direction. Take some time out and evaluate. Reevaluate. Make peace with the things which we control, and the things we cannot. In

I’m sad when I’m happy, I feel good when things are crappy. I laugh when I’m upset, I remember things more when I forget. In a crowd I feel alone, It’s always the important things I postpone. I talk the

When I was just a kid Funny little things I did Things told to forbid You may call it misdeed One sunny day I so played Buried in the dust I strayed Homework postponed, I delayed Dad won’t be back

We are afraid today more than a lot, We choose to stay beneath our spot. We are so unbelievably protected From things that make us happy and connected. We are afraid of speaking up, We know we’ll do the stuff

…but walk beside me & be my friend, with lifted chin, we’re bound to win, let’s hold hands tight, with all our might against this fight, don’t lose sight, because we’ll be more than just alright. let’s fulfil our dreams,

I woke up and saw Morning blossom with Drizzling drops of rain Clouds darkened the sky Like dragons up the alley Lightning struck like they Fired to scare away the aliens Pavements were washed to welcome All loners home for

Those who have books shine With lively bright colour twine. Books – a Daniel – be in shrine To take us all up with whine. Saraswati, indeed, did opine My talents with saccharine And help me for Her to reassign

Through the perils of human bondage, through the strife of life’s journey, Entrapped and enmeshed in the tangled web of human existence, I scream at the top of my lungs- I AM FREE. Walking the path of life Embedded with

Holding back – tears, Holding back – all reservations. Holding back – all my questions.. With a broad smile.. And a promise to be back.. Touched the cheeks, Kissed the forehead Bid goodbyes.. And didn’t turn back, To see your

Alone amidst the crowd; they say I love my own company, that I am not a people’s person, so I guess it must be true. I like to hide away: a week, a weekend, a day; places where I’m not

Too much said, too much heard. Numbness remains, unperturbed. Freckles of past, growing on words Poems look like a discolored herd Stifling sunrises deep within Echoing thoughts under the skin I crave for myself, more each time Reciting a wordless,

Her scent wafts alongside her and sinks into my heart; For I have become fixated, by a desire for her touch. She was glorious and overpowering, from the very start; I am hooked and addicted to her love; she is

Hi Elim, Your parents gave you a very special name when you were born. Your name is a place in a Middle Eastern Desert meaning “Oak”. Yes, it’s a strong tree, which is how they envisioned you to be. But

I wonder how soon these days passed away I look back and feel it was yesterday…………………..1 When floors of this institution did I first tread I remember the nervousness that I had had……..….2 An amazing journey it has been for

You will dwell in the sky, Sky is not the limit for you You were born to fly, See the world through eagle’s eye Leave your troubles on land, Take off against the winds Vistas of sky from cockpit will

A meaningless void, Festering inside of me… An uncontrollable urge, That no one can see… It brings me down, binding me in chains… Though it seems unreal, But it hurts and it pains…!! Loneliness remains my friend, Though I want

I slept, but not in peace For I dreamt of us in another place Of you in a benzene bloom Twisted and stiff in the roiling plumes Of fiery dragons eating your flesh Sucking the breath From your lungs You

The things they eat, The things they don’t Makes us mothers mad Crazy as hell Yelling shouting high pitch Stressful it is sometimes but then What is worth is the fact These little ones will learn As time passes, they

In the service of flesh new vision was perfecting a cult; silence was going home. It was not there freedom of defense for bread, but I must pay the price of hunger. The oblique afterthought compelled by nocturnal infidelity picks

All the bruises are healing.. The wind around is feeling… Deceiving the sky everyday The wind makes its way.. Just like that… I’ll fly high.. Reaching the limits.. By truthful lies. I am garrulous.. Let me speak.. I am fabulous..

Diplomacy of inconstancy unmeets the urgency. Aura of brilliance was falling in your feet. After the death, it was not a name, only a frozen body.We moved backward swiftly, to find out the footprints in dark. Winter was becoming harsh

We always glorify the bygone days We refuse to believe the present is as beautiful and worthy as past We Live mostly in past and dream only of the future We tend to overlook the past sufferings and only remember

Tired feet, aching head, teary eyes, weary heart’ I don’t need another heartbreak, I can’t take another heartache but we need one another. There are things you remember and there are things you can not forget like when a girl

You told me lot of stories….. on the field, in the moonlit night. stars above and the moon alone listened to your words, far away, someone is singing a song, song of desire and despair song of departure……. a story

In the cool of the evening we’d gather ‘round To lift our voices in joyful sound. We’d tune our guitars to perfect pitch And then the singing would commence without a hitch. We’d sing of Jesus and His love And

The glory of this world may live on may live on the tales of valour may there be recitals of history may the greatness be talked of this is the land where I belong this is the land I was

If you walk straight under the shadow of moon, to the salt lake death will blow a long whistle. Everything was ruined in war of words. There was no peace in the heart, even after meditation, the mind drove for