Best Dementia Poems

Night of the Dark Soul;
shadows infiltrate
the gap between self
and oblivion.

You're in a scary
dysfunctional place
under constant siege;
and cannot be saved.

As reality
morphs into a dream;
sanity slowly
starts to slip away.

A part of you is
lost to dementia;
where confusion lurks
behind every thought.

Hope is depleted
only time exists;
and your frightened heart
cries out...

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When robins appear an angel is near.
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A memorial dedicated to my mother who suffered from dementia for many years.
November 1920 - July 2008
Mother and Dementia 
When dementia creeps in, through the back door
Loving is needed, like never before...
An expressionless face, an empty heart
A...

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I see her sitting in her chair
The wheels are locked in place
My gaze is met by hollow eyes
No expression on her face

It's clear she does not know me
Nor does she recognize
The life that swirls around her chair
She cannot visualize

In her lap there rests a doll
Cupped...

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voices, this tapestry sewn of broken threads
murmured words  that now spell confusion
attempt to smile, a troubled mask we see instead
voices, this tapestry sewn of broken threads
all those chapters that will now go unread
the way it was now only our sad illusion
voices, this tapestry sewn...

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Sperm Whale Dementia.

Here I am an old Sperm whale,
A swimming in the deep,
Sucking on the Crill, inhale, 
As fearless I do leap.

And then I come to surface,
And clarity does seep,
Dementia nursing home this place,
Me poor old bones do creak.

Back beneath the water,
A swimming in the...

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My dear children don’t bother coming to pray or mourn
Whether it’s the hottest sunset or frosted dawn
You were supposed to be my kids and help my struggle
Living with dementia made life a puzzle 

Throughout all my senior life you were never there
When inheritance was involved...

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She sits by herself in the dayroom
absent-mindedly taking her med,
her head is a blank, she knows nothing,
braceleted, brought to her bed.

Sedation has settled her nightmares
and delivered her safe from her fears,
but who are these strangers with clipboards,
where'd she come from, and why is she here?

She's...

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Blank pages in a book 
yet thumbed and coffee stained.
Stared at in bemusement
long lost fairy tales.
No beginning, No end 
the story stays untold.
To turn the page is pointless
as the next page is just the same.
Oh how you loved the author
their work from younger days.
The love,...

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easily puzzled
perplexed and bewildered
confused in a variety of ways
her pyrexic mind
encouraged latent pyromaniacal tendencies
dementia gone wild
house devoured in flames
singsong ritual and nonsense words
confusion and dementia
pieces of self scattered
easily puzzled...

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Who am I 
I often ask. 
I have no future 
I see no past. 

A long forgotten book 
resides upon the shelf. 
An unfinished story 
crying out for help. 

Family become strangers 
as the world bids goodbye. 
Memories start to fade 
as the past breathes...

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"A friend is someone who knows the song in your heart and 
can sing it back to you when you have forgotten the words"
                     ...

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Note:  Sundowning – Most commonly in Alzheimer and Dementia patients, Sundowning, is changes in behavior that get worse in late afternoon, evening and can even last all night.  Patients may be agitated, confused, unable to sleep; it may appear in other forms of...

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In the avalanche, I lost track of my guiding light.
I fled my fireside. I had to evacuate my homestead. 
Driven far astray by frenetic frozen fright,
I was just a cowardly racing rescuing airhead.

The wounded wooden face of my brother
lugged away by paramedics in a wheelchair.
My...

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"You will have bad times but I will always wake you up to the good times that you weren't paying attention to"       ~~Robin Williams~~

When all seems lost, and he is in his darkest hour, 
I am his power.
When pain...

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and a switch flicks
who are you he asks
it should be me 
asking who are you
until the switch 
flicks back to . . .

fuddled hours 
gone are the simplest things
a crayon in a box of pens
then that switch 
and it’s who are you
I want to go...

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