Dementia Poems - Poems about Dementia

She has this pretty smile, she can light up a room, but when you look into her eyes, the look is more of gloom. There’s so much wisdom and happiness on her face, but to look into her eyes that smile is so displaced. Is it anger, is it hurt, is it doubt, or is it...

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I'm in a pickle Soured sometimes I cry Because there's not much time here For I will soon leave memories behind There is no time for regrets No time for bitterness Nothing needs to be undone I'm only space filled with skin and bones A beautiful mind only remembers from long ago I brushed my teeth today I dressed myself Combed my hair I looked in...

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Memories lost within a frozen mist And dangling in the static atmosphere Of muddled recollection of things dear Haunt the backwoods of the years she has missed. Through foggy glances, blurred thoughts that persist In the dim haze, shapes of the past, appear; These flittering figures, some far, some near, Skitter through her mind, meek and shadow-kissed. But soon they...

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The Stress Of Dementia Miracle Man 2/22/2025 Sometimes from the shadows of safety she is found, relating some problem that’s appeared on her plate. The magnitude of which always leaves some spellbound, because seldom does she have all of her facts straight. Sometimes, always with her voice, her thoughts she will air, some thrice told story concerning another’s need. Not learning...

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The Curse Of Dementia Miracle Man 2/13/2025 I awake to chatter that makes little sense, stress is overwhelming, dementia’s expense. Nary a time have I stood and yelled encore, because days are reruns from the day before. For the pain endured daily she has no feel? If only I knew what her thoughts could reveal. Dementia has caused us to become just...

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An elderly lady was losing her mind. If that wasn't bad enough the Russians invaded her homeland. Her family dragged her from bomb shelter to bomb shelter depending upon where the limbs and screams were scattered. She couldn't comprehend the carved-out stares skinny ghosts in skinny doorways or a broken stairway searching for a way out. She became disoriented and extremely agitated but so...

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My spirit is forlorn, frightened, and impaired. You’re not hiding here in this hideous hell; no longer your eyes, are broken in a cataract cell, instead, you graze in the free fields, feeding on the flock’s frivolous phrases, now part of a buoyant herd, while I wallow in the ocean's pitiful past, gliding in my hurricane of pain. You wander merrily...

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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 a sigh. Dementias unforgiving a cruel slow lingering death. feeling lost...

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The Stress Of Dementia Miracle Man 9/10/2024 Dementia see’s lives, go quickly downhill, And tests the patience, of one giving care. A condition uncured by some prescribed pill, most responses are questions or blank stare. I live each day consumed by this stress, fed by a loved one who can’t understand. Advanced years make it to late to reassess, So we continue...

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It's hard when your parent can't remember Your parent seems like they have surrender You speak to your parent,and they don't understand I guess you can say this was never planned You sit with your parent and hold their hand And you look in their eyes to try to make them understand I guess I was never prepared I'm so scared, but...

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Daytime sleep apnea takes over during the day as my brain fights to stay awake drifting off into deep sleep rather on a bus school doctors office in public places this disease is very disturbing emerging from traumatic events post traumatic stress disorder I face within the night throughout numerous night terrors as I relive...

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I play by the rules day in and day out, Showing my class, wielding my clout. I take the hard blows time and again, Knowing my patience shan't be in vain. Joe's on the ropes, all by himself, Waiting around to be dumped on the shelf, Restraint is my friend, as I pull back and watch, Those flailing wild jabs I so...

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this and that and thus and such hearing, seeing, smell, taste, touch which will old age steal? not much just this and that and thus and such will I know beloved ones... lifelong sweetheart? daughter? sons? thanking those with whom I've dined not sure why they've been so kind in this home but not sure why who will hold me...

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Dementia and Reflection Years hence beyond the glow of self-confidence When age 'clipses youth and the body weakens And pills prescribed are swallowed to prevent Further, worsening of the brain’s cognizance As the soul pleads relief from the crippling disease, When age 'clipses youth and the body weakens And palsy, skin-mottled hands feel ill at ease As forgetfulness succumbs to hysteria And the soul...

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"The Gospel of John 1:5 KJV:  'And the light shineth in darkness; and the darkness comprehended it not.' -- The true light constantly watches over you, and is naught the drawn flames that burn the moth. The light is constantly shining, therefore pay heed, go and prepare your love ones, for they have need of...

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