Dementia Poems

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

Growing Up

Growing Up short poem

I can remember when I was 5, A time in my life where I would thrive, I’d got so big I could go to school, I tried to be good, not break the rules. I can remember when I was

Poems containing references to : Dementia

I refuse

I refuse short poem

I refuse to follow you. I refuse to borrow your words, your ideas, your beliefs. Limiting preachings of fragmented minds. I refuse to follow you. I refuse to adopt your meanings,  interpretations, definitions. Confining parameters, conditioning. I refuse to follow

Farther Away

Farther Away short poem

To disconnect oneself you push apart, from the stasis, like flesh from the bones. Coming home becomes dreadful when you discover yourself. A dark energy impels you in a cosmos which was drifting towards eternity. A fight between space &

You Cry Over Me Like Rain – Oceans Apart!

You Cry Over Me Like Rain   Oceans Apart! short poem

Mano a mano taut our mutually limp and gnarled fingers bony hooks draped with blotched flesh – varicose veined, decubitus descent, and aged arthritic anatomy like a scorched oxbow lake cruelly desiccating topography! * * * * * * *

What Comparison?

What Comparison? short poem

The displaced years cling to your body like an extended death. I wanted to see what could not be seen by clutching. the lifeless doubts. Emotions play: potentials are threatened. Remaining alert becomes a punishment. I grieve for the dementia,

De…

De... short poem

When hope returns, will you be in alternative mind? Like a praying mantis brooding for a prey in a bowl of momentum while I have a sense of alienation collecting a cloud of Memories ripping open the gates of tears

Never Mind

Never Mind short poem

Never mind He’s a cool cat, as a matter of fact And there ain’t no doubting how you feel about that. Whilst I am just a pig wallowing in the mud And I will never be good enough. She is

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The Knife Set/sets

The Knife Set/sets long poem

I’ve ruined the knife set apparently, there were five and now there are four. ‘It’s not my knife set to diminish’, no ones mentioned the stain on the floor! Perhaps because I used bin bags, made an effort for which

The Other Side Of Truth

The Other Side Of Truth short poem

I don’t like the sound of lies But I myself speak one or two With a poker face many times Hiding the truth through and through Still I preach honesty Like I am a saint and divine Pretending to stall

Humanity

Humanity short poem

My nature die. Mame Me as thine. Whom, might I to be Right may I to leave humanity. Wake me up with wine. Forsooth I am not mine. Lost as keys. Won’t I not just work like each man Who’ver

Halls Of Gray

Halls Of Gray long poem

I walk these halls all day and night, I do not frown nor shed a tear. It took all of my inner might, To strike down that which I did fear. I was afraid to take a chance, And ask

Until We Meet Again

Until We Meet Again long poem

As I try to put Pen to paper I find that my thoughts Have begun to waver I always thought of myself As being very strong But I’ve been feeling very lost Ever since you’ve gone I cry at night

The Higgledy-piggledy Nun

The Higgledy piggledy Nun short poem

From the higgledy-piggledy house Came Sister Andre the nun, Who dreamed of having a spouse So she could have more fun. She told her secrets to a field mouse That she also wanted a son, So she packed her blackest

God Loves Us

God Loves Us long poem

God loves us, He loves us because we are Made in His holy image, claimed and called By the God of the world and all of the universe Made to love God and to follow and trust Him To believe

Happy Mother’s Day

Happy Mothers Day short poem

HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY Intelligent man says, I feel it is a special day It is not my birthday It is mother’s day When our daughter came to bring us happiness, I felt it, A special day Children truly excited to

Bud

Bud prose poem

Forget nothing and dream of everything opening like a flower bud Turning memories into fantasy and reality but an if and why and could Smell the flowers scent and it reminds you of a woman of the wood It’s colour

Visit To Temple

Visit To Temple short poem

When the mind is happy when the mood is upbeat when the purse is full when the family is in tune when the friends encircle Then Life appears delightful A visit to the temple is just a formality God appears

The Cock Crows

The Cock Crows short poem

Inspired by your love, I would crave to find the burning bush; The rock that Moses stood on, covered by your hand. And in that silent Holy bush, I kneel and make my stand That I will love you all

A Prayer, if Wishy-washy, to Myself

A Prayer, if Wishy washy, to Myself short poem

Grant me but these easy wishes: Simple fare my daily dishes; Safe fare from vice and vanity; Work-joy, love, peace and sanity; A quiet mind and quiet breath And when I die, a quiet death; Thereafter, grant me dissolution, Anonymity

16/12/2014

16/12/2014 short poem

Voices that had welcomed the day with prayers of peace and enlightenment, froze, forever. discord of your lunacy bereaved your hearts of feeling the joy of those chants, those songs so you subdued them, with your guns but there will

Love Sonnet 229

Love Sonnet 229 sonnet poems

When trophies rained upon my neighbor’s yard, With not a trickle spilling on my lawn, Seems that misfortune fell on me so hard, Through nights of darkness without hints of dawn; Time pelted me with woes that I can’t shake,

A Distant Wish

A Distant Wish short poem

As I glance through the window pane, the brightness of the sky catches my eye. The crescent moon and the twinkling of the stars near by , brings a smile on my face as they pass by with a feeling

Sky

Sky short poem

I am in love with the infinite space that you provide. The calm found after each second anxiety ceases to exist, revealing that all will be fine. An invisible duct of constant wonder. You never cease to amaze me. Your

Painter’s Love

Painters Love short poem

You said you’re in love with that image of me On the wall, the painting hanging delicately. You said you love the slopes, curves of my face Those subtle little lines you just love to trace. You said my lips,

Talking To God

Talking To God short poem

And after all that we have done and seen, We wait for some magic to undo what has been, But its all already lived and gone, Past, after all, is just a part of a journey, which starts before we

Despair

Despair short poem

As I look around me, The world becomes so different, So full of love, So full of hate Hate is hard to keep away, But sometimes it’s the only way The person who you hate, May have a perfect fate,

Sugar Left

Sugar Left short poem

All those empty spaces on the floor are the signs A chess game run too long There are the rooks hung On the bare bricks For weeks I’m Drinking dark rum until Blood is the flavor of the back Of

Love Sonnet 154

Love Sonnet 154 sonnet poems

Your sweetness calls to me as though honey, That speaks rightly for countless humming bees, Or ambiance that floral scents convey, Or else, as breeze sifted by leaves of trees; As water gushing from rocks, crystal clear, For having passed

Cuddling

Cuddling short poem

between unequals to and fro beastly joy of horror you want to press the trigger, timebomb, your laughter, and sneaky mind restless syndrome of legs you cannot stand on tiptoes to review the fall from the clouds the moon overshot

My postbox

My postbox short poem

I’m hooked to this rusted gate and in a corner, That’s me – choking, and just choking, from slit ventilation and you just ignore. I hold your responses and stack all that comes, That’s me – waiting, and just waiting,

The Crane

The Crane ode

Oh bird, your meditation, that Indian monks borrowed And conduct school of meditation, with no means, To their ends, as they do it artificially, as a road-show; But thou makes it creative to find your prey and catch it As

One Moment’s Disaster

One Moments Disaster short poem

On one cloudy afternoon, the rumbling thunder along with the flashes of lightening, piercing cracked walls of a house in burning, cows died and fried, a school-girl fainted and the earth is washed out by heavy downpour.. A chubby charming

Dark Panacea

Dark Panacea short poem

A crowded room is such a lonely place, wear a fragile mask upon a weary face. Everybody’s here but there’s nobody there and there’s nothing to do except sit and stare. The distant sounds of joy and laughter drifting like

All My Own Work

All My Own Work short poem

I never know my children, once delivered they’re yours. Nurture and protect them, absolve them of all flaws. I am just a donor, casting seeds upon the leaves. Your perception filters any growers from the weeds. I present these gifts

Oxymoronic Heart In Love

Oxymoronic Heart In Love short poem

Still, even now, I have two minds… It must be – Either You’re acting, to make me hate you, Or You’re really worth hating. See how foolish I am, to still trust you, See how bold I am, to let

The N.d

The N.d prose poem

My home!!! my village!! My zone!!! My heritage!!! slowly transforming into a town as I pray and dream of it turning into a city, what a pity feeding the nation and suffering from kwashiorkor I see the tears of the

The Colour Of Peace

The Colour Of Peace short poem

Dare I ask for peace in this turbulent world of silent wars The colour of war is dark and dissolute Corrupt, abounded with fear Yet still I hope for a glint of light Peace what is its colour In this

Strange Dream

Strange Dream ballad

I had a dream when I was asleep. I dreamt of a land beyond the sea, Where the light all hides beneath the darkness; And one cannot manage to see. And in that land there was loneliness, And in my

Though A Democrat

Though A Democrat prose poem

Unblinking reflexive opinions lean indubitably, favorably and certifiably with minimal pandering soliciting uber voodoo yawping woos socially quintessentially obviously markedly consciousness brakes alignment defining mine political views loosely yet not strictly, jerry-rigged, hidebound Democratic fealty haltingly pledged ones and twos

Thorn

Thorn short poem

I cannot bare to see it now! It’s symbol so forlorn. The Passion we so fondly show To place your crown of thorn! And yet, it harbours life, in droves; For all things come from you! This delicate, sense filled,