Eric R Harvey Poetry & Blog

Joe started as a garden boy weeding the beds and all. To leave so often he would try but heeded natures call. For nature had a hold on...

My love thy beauty is much to me Remove thy elegance, let it fail For my mind is lost on stormy sea My heart beats so fast, feelings are...

For Vickie – our rose. This garden of remembrance where Tulips and wild flowers dance, so quiet where your ashes lie except for trains...

Present Each morning as I lie awake I pray my soul the Lord to take For memories are far too deep to pray the Lord my soul to keep. Good...

A Draw boy in the 19c is what we would call a creeler today, they were taken out of school at an early age (8 to 10 years old) and often...

Week 101 Sunday 13/02/2022 – Day 697 My old mind was doing overtime when I was lay in bed contemplating on getting my idle frame into...

Week 96 Sunday 09/01/2022 – Day 661 How can someone wake up feeling absolutely shattered? No, I have no idea either, but I did! Must be...

Victorian life was bad enough for young children but for those entrusted to orphanages or workhouses there was a very slim chance of...

She rose at 5am that morn, Plain cotton blouse did not adorn the long black dress, which first time worn o'er black laced boots and...

It's Christmas morn and you're not here My heart it cries a silent tear I look above and to you I pray Give me strength, help me through...

An Angel came to me last night on the eve of your birthday, At twenty minutes before midnight as I knelt down to pray, An orange light...

I just want to sleep with the lights on Cos when the dark comes, I feel scared I lie and dream, knowing your gone my feelings can never...

Tea and Toast I lay there this morning dreaming in my bed Beautiful thoughts of you going through my head Staring at the closed door I...

They're tearing it down, my old granddad's house, evicting the snails and the resident mouse. I took one last look, -- just a few weeks...

Freezing cold Winter’s and hot Summer days, Long school holidays, Nativity plays, Thoughts of my childhood come flooding back As I bank...

The 21st October 1966 at 9’15am is the anniversary of one of the most tragic peacetime events in our history, I have to relate the facts...

The lamps emit their amber glow Lighting up the streets below Cross pathway leading to nowhere Past Autumn trees laid so bare. The bench...

To wake and to find you here at my side In the cool stillness of early morn You stir so softly, hand touches mine Full of embrace and...

Down an Oak-lined leafy lane lived my first love Emily Jane, The little cottage stood alone with pure walls of white-washed stone....

Should love visit my heart again today Make sweet my love, for thou art in my head, I tire of chasing love this game thou play. Have I...