Poetry Category

Familiar Breeze

As the breeze blows I feel; I think of you. A warm breeze, it’s familiar; The wind is something I remember. Loved one, gone. Impossible to lose the memories of their touch, it’s familiar. Their embrace is something I remember.

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I’m Still Here

I look like you, I act like you; although I don’t see you. I remember us if I think real hard; Won’t you? I miss us, the way we were; Don’t you? But I’m still here; You?  

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“Forget Me Never”

(I thought I’d share this poem that was taken from a journal of mine, it was written July 26, 2006.) Forget Me Never by Ash Forget me never; Forget me not. Times we loved; Times we fought. We walked alone; We walked together. Forget me not; Forget me never.  

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Leave Alone

As I stare at the branches the leaves fall away, Barely able to hang on, the season won’t let them stay; Their colors deep shades of orange, some the darkest red, I watched as the wind held you as you fled; Your journey has ended and you now have to go, Where will you land, […]

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No Pattern to the Mist

Hearing the rain reminds me of nights stayed in, There was always something soothing about the wind; The house shaking with every blowing gale, The lights would blink, the lights would fail; An extra blanket may be needed, it’s bound to get cold, Holding the covers tight, the heat I must hold; The winds and […]

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Broken Wall of Color

(Old poem I wrote while staring across from my office window in 2006 at of a graffiti-filled wall) By: Ash Douglas Broken wall of color, how the years have left you behind. I see your every crack, I see your every line. Someone has painted you a picture, Oh how very humble. Now you sit […]

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Mom  

(Something I found that I wrote for my mother a long time ago) Happy Birthday to my mom, to my lovely mother; your beauty compares, to no other. Your eyes always glow and twinkle when you smile; I think back at old times and thought for awhile. I’m blessed to have a mom with such […]

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That old rocking chair

A whistle from another room, a few words of a song, I would hear your voice and come running along. I jump into your lap, frighten you with cheer, You would simply caress my back and say “oh dear”. “Where are you going?” you would always ask, “Don’t know my father I just have time […]

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Dream of better days

Your eyes now cast an empty blank stare, But I know deep inside that you are still there. I miss the talks, that we would always share, When I came calling, you were always there. I miss coming home to a well-cooked meal, To a warm embrace, true love I did feel. Gently caressing my […]

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