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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Friend

Friend short poem

You personify the strength Upon which I lay My crumbling hope for life To find that ray of hope It’s your mere presence That makes me feel My world will never end With you around When I lose the sight

The Planet Earth Fruit

The Planet Earth Fruit short poem

The world is a nasty-looking fruit, With a skin made of TV screens, Of omnipotent mouths spitting out hate. Through your ears and eyes, they always creep in. But there’s a way to survive, a way to tread evil’s waters.

Poet

Poet prose poem

I’ve fallen in love with the poet In all its dimensions rippling across the pool of time, incarnate in its everything the rosy cheeked and wet lipped girl rattling existential verse over the clamor of a twelve car train, barreling

A Different Wind

A Different Wind short poem

I went there again the place that I never left where my intrinsic self was born with distinct air I move . Pensive thoughts are bygones replaced by crystal pondering apathy for circumstance went missing a contorted and merry soul

Somber Night

Somber Night short poem

As fast as the night approaches, Some strings within me, Are cruelly stretched.. Making it difficult for me, To survive the night.. Like the night is drowning me, And I’m suffocating.. In this, Muddy, dirty, stinky water, In air.. Absurd,

The Sketchy Dreams

The Sketchy Dreams prose poem

I also want to see how the moon smiles when the moonlit walks and twinkling stars bath in it I also want to see the mysterious blue sky where everyone wants to fly and kiss its divine lips I also

Violent Seas

Violent Seas short poem

I won’t apologize I am mesmerized by your violent beauty I am unable to understand the depths of you I cannot see to the bottom Winds create waves that crest and crash Damaging all in the way Salty spray stings

Winter Wonderland

Winter Wonderland short poem

The snow has been falling for days. It’s the holiday season. Excitement builds as you wait for the day to fade into night. It is finally here you can hardly wait… You walk outside and there is it, like walking

Bitterness Of Luscious Words

Bitterness Of Luscious  Words long poem

And there I was crawling out of the wee hole down the earth, tired by the faith darkness and the humble warmth of the mother earth . It is sultry rather very torrid out here , the frozen blood of

Crazy dream

Crazy dream long poem

In a strange land, where time moves is circles they rear them everyday, everyday is the same animals, some you have seen, some unseen humans, some you know of, some you don’t with dawn they are all born, and vanish

Greatest Treasure

Greatest Treasure short poem

It’s not the wealth Which could give you pleasures. That would be worldly. It’s not a job Which could make you satisfied, That would be just a living. People come and go. Some hold dear to heart, Rest are worth

Who Am I?

Who Am I? long poem

Who am I? Sometimes I wonder… I am a disciple…stumbling along an old, rocky path An angel?  No…just a woman… Straining just to touch the hem of His garment Longing to be closer, ever closer to Him I am a

Travelling To Moon

Travelling To Moon short poem

Blood and bones become qualification watching and being watched. Eyes in introspection incubation waking the black dawn. Anguished blank stares, after dispossession collapse on the hills in confusion – umpteen times. Ontogeny repeats filial love after parental loss. Monofloral we

Open Cast Yard

Open Cast Yard prose poem

Black rain filtered down the cobble stone, catching the moon, almost making a white streak of what looked like paint, as it found the large grated drains As morning came, transformations of colours form, as oil slick from the Lorries,

The Empty Chair

The Empty Chair short poem

The echo of my footsteps As I walk past the porch, The creaking of the rocker As the breeze gives it a life. Tell me a story chair, Of all that you have seen: Boys and girls on their bikes,

The Honeymoon

The Honeymoon ballad

Against the wind A raging sea Crashes splashes Wild and free The blazing sun Rays beat down Casting glares Absent of sound A wooden board Barely afloat Teeter totters Upon the waters A plunging sky Our alibi My fair weather

Dawn Left Bare Bones

Dawn Left Bare Bones short poem

Dawn left bare bones Gave her his cruel temper, he, whom no one had ever loved Virgin’s blood shed not for pleasure but for body senses lust Flare of fire, modern world burnt Fugitives from Orion hide on Milky Way

O The Cowboy

O The Cowboy elegy

Hundred years ago, where were you? When your mother was a little girl growing like a pine tree, did anyone conceive a hero-like man was hidden in the folds of the her body resembling a pan swelling up with heated

Struggle

Struggle short poem

The feeling of discontent Blood boiling inside Trying to keep it together Bursting at the seams Frustration takes over Simplicity comes with a price..in an unattainable world The inside doesn’t match the outside How did I get here? The Struggle

Mr. Mischief

Mr. Mischief short poem

There’s a man called Mr. Mischief, He tickles you till you cry out, Or puts pepper in your handkerchief and makes you have a sneezing bout, He hides your pencil under your pillow, He also hid my book, ‘Wind in

Kissing Caldrons

Kissing Caldrons short poem

Putting the fire in mouth as a last rite he readied himself for the onslaught of questions, who will attack like leeches, the blood sucking parasites. It was a bizarre coalition of love between kissing cousins. The knifing will continue

Sleep, Sleep O Moon

Sleep, Sleep O Moon short poem

Sleep, O drowsy moon Laying on garden path As winter sets in. Condensing mist In foaming gist Plays with chill shadows.. Her abrasive form Cold as snow Stiffen all loves. Why she is awake still Like a haunted spirit Brings

Expectations

Expectations short poem

Silent killer is what it is Nothing is worse than this Once it embeds itself in you There is nothing that you can do Inside you there is a voice It speaks so loud you can’t avoid Everytime it says

Anticipating Transition

Anticipating Transition short poem

I’m meditating in a Boise coffee shop because I’m not writing well my thoughts are a smeary slide full of animalcules contained, self-important images that could fit into a list-poem full of suggestions that dares the reader to link meanings

Faith

Faith short poem

Have faith in your capability, you will see impossible turning into possible… Have faith in your strength, you will find all weakness turning into strongness… Have faith in your mind, you will see all unsolved puzzles turning into answers… Have

Home

Home short poem

I know you not by colour of your skin shape of your face feel of your flesh our souls have made homes in one another across passages hidden from space older than time we meet and find harbourage

Stasia

Stasia short poem

My eyes flicker by the breeze Fluttering between light and sleep It’s a day I choose to pen a note for my child After days that keep on ageing over her guarded smile I lie waiting to be summoned by

Hold Tight

Hold Tight long poem

Christmas is a time for joyful hearts and hopeful eyes, as we reflect on times past and look forward to surprise. Put aside petty squabbles and pointless vendetta’s and ask ourselves truly, are we really no better? Spread out your

In The Garden Of Dates

In The Garden Of Dates short poem

In the garden of dates, autumn is in love, With the crowning glory of sky blue above, Bringing the fruits of this October day light, I saw your splendor in the misty dawn slot, You appear in a shadow of

Our Fate In Our Hands

Our Fate In Our Hands short poem

Born in the filth and dirt, mocked and jeered everywhere, shouted and screamed at always, with the vision of people coming home with bloody hands and a gun in pocket, ever said to be born with a fate like that,

Keep It On!

Keep It On! short poem

Mesmeric as a golden fawn, Running across a forest lush, Evident as that bright sun, Glowing then settling with a blush. Delicate as a feather of a humming bird, Calmly caressing before it flies, Curvy as a narrow path of

Pitched Upon Threshold Of Prepubescent Suicide

Pitched Upon Threshold Of Prepubescent Suicide elegy

Emotional sequestration perseverates across thine time warped weft wise wold, sans interpersonal stagnation flourishes as oft twice told tale amidst derelict hollowed moldering sacrificed stranglehold did potential now bankrupt acquaintanceships/ friendships get out sold agonizingly excruciatingly jujitsu physically writhing front

Windows

Windows short poem

Sky wept when you hanged the young truth from a tree. A shadow falls on the hill for a savior. A winged flaw becomes a legend for the sake of a sword. A nameless letter betrays the will of a