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Happy Heaven Club

Up in heaven there is a club.

Full of people that I love.

I have named it “Happy” because you’ll see,

Everyone is as jolly as can be.

There are no illnesses or unhappy thoughts,

No broken bones or negative reports.

Just laughter and merriment all around,

If only we could see this from the ground.

I’d like to visit and see my friends,

Go to the place where sadness ends.

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My Horse

Let’s go for one more ride,

Somewhere far away.

A calm and peaceful ride,

On a beautiful summer day.

 

Those moments were my favourite,

Outside, just me and my horse.

We could be gone for a few hours,

Never lost, just on a different course.

 

You could sense my mood from a mile off,

Literally right across the field.

You would play up if I things were on my mind,

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Fears

The thought that terrifies me the most, is that you might fade away.

I will take all the pain and heartache in the world, over not being able to remember all the key things.

Your laugh, your smile, your smell,

I can’t bare these things to ever leave my memory.

 

It angers me on days when I don’t think about you enough,

It worries me that I don’t always automatically cry.

I nev...

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Celebrations

It is hard to celebrate family things,

Birthdays, anniversaries, happiness they bring,

Are tinged with sadness that you are not there,

But laughing on those days, does not mean we don’t care.

 

We love you and miss you, we long for you here,

To make jokes, to laugh along, to shout out and cheer.

The family together, gave you nothing but delight,

We just wish you were with u...

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Problems

I've spent days and weeks angry at the world 
Cross that people are carrying on
While I am trapped in this never ending cycle of grief

I have been in a bubble
All consuming, encompassing 
Hard to escape

Until today
Until one blog post made me realise
Other people have problems too

Other families are having to deal with grief too
Some more devastating then I can even imagine

My p...

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Your House

Your house, a reminder of silly little things,

Memories jogged, and comfort they bring.

Of family dinners and After Eight mints,

Up on the typewriter, with letters to print.

 

Playing in the garden, you sitting on the bench,

These memories that still, make my heart clench.

Chantal and I playing recorder, we were really quite bad,

You’d still cheer wildly at the end, we thou...

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Memory Box

A treasure chest of personal things,
A green, stripy jumper which sentiment brings.
A watch and a wallet he could not live without,
A clean hanky, used daily, without a shadow of doubt.

These items, these gems evoke things from the past,
Newspaper cuttings from time gone too fast.
A photo of a baby with multiple chins, 
Two sisters smiling together, looking like twins.

His meticulous d...

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Funeral

Funeral

How can I want a funeral back?
The hardest day, the day I was dreading.
How can I want a funeral back?
A week ago, I was mentally preparing.
How can I want a funeral back?
To see loved ones in pain, to see tears be shed.
How can I want a funeral back?
Playing scenarios out in my head.
How can I want a funeral back?
The feeling of loss, the depth of despair
How can I want a fun...

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Emotions

Emotions- part 1

The angry stages, the sad moments, nothing really makes sense in my head.

Irrational thoughts, why him? Why us?

The empty feeling, the depth of despair.

A spiralling, swirling, pit of grief.

Sometimes, it feels as if everything has stopped; other times I feel like I can’t catch my breath.

Why do others get to carry on with their lives, unaffected?

Our worlds h...

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Chair

Chair

 

For a while I would not sit in your chair,

As if to preserve it,

Ready for you to come back in and sit down.

 

It’s hard not to sit down on the sofa and glance across at you,

You should be sitting there,

Doing the crossword, or having a sleep

 

Napping with your mouth wide open,

Hanky in pocket,

Fingers lightly tapping your chest.

 

Or watching the...

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