Catlin L. Crawford

Rookie (December 31 1988 / Dayton, Ohio)

Catlin L. Crawford Poems

1. Never Were You There 7/6/2006
2. A Desperate Prayer 7/6/2006
3. Starry Autumn Night 7/6/2006
4. Oh, My Heart Goes On A' Beating 10/16/2006
5. Love, My Crime. 2/16/2007
6. He Is My Spring 4/26/2007
7. A Sailors Curse 7/9/2007
8. The Night Of Coconut Rum 10/21/2007
9. Opiate 4/30/2008
10. Piece Of Cake, Peice Of Pie. (A Very Cutesy Poem) 7/6/2006
11. Little Girl, Blue Eyed Baby 7/9/2007
12. Food For Thought 7/6/2006
13. Cry To Me 7/6/2006
14. Mystery Lover 7/6/2006
15. Slumbers Serenade 10/20/2006
16. I Grinned, I Laughed, I Sighed. 12/3/2006
17. Cupid's Lesson 1/7/2008
18. Secret Valentines 2/16/2007
19. A Heartbeat Away 9/22/2006
20. Where Did I Go? 7/6/2006
21. To The Moon And Back 7/6/2006
22. I Never Said Goodbye... 7/6/2006
23. Kristin Davis: Remember Who You Are (There's Nothing To Fear) 7/24/2006
24. Here's To My Good Friend Doc Wilde 7/22/2006
25. Press On Oh My Dear Soul 7/19/2006
26. A Childs Life Beneath The Covers 7/6/2006
27. I Am Your China Doll 7/25/2006
28. I Love Because I Can 7/21/2006
29. A Poets Heart 11/21/2006
30. Over The Moon And Through The Stars 7/6/2006
31. Pirates Bold And Free 7/9/2006
32. My Love 10/4/2006
33. Caged 7/6/2006
34. When I Think Of Home 7/9/2007
Best Poem of Catlin L. Crawford

When I Think Of Home

When I think of 'home' I think of cherry pies
When I think of 'home' I think of mulberry trees
When I think of 'home' I think of butterflies
When I think of 'home' I think of bumble bees

When I think of 'home' I think of hummingbirds
When I think of 'home' I think of sun brewed tea
When I think of 'home' I think of morning walks
When I think of 'home' I think of Grandma and me

When I think of 'home' I think of hidden trails
When I think of 'home' I think of lullabies
When I think of 'home' I think of signs of spring
When I think of 'home' I think of ...

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Never Were You There

You call yourself my father
Though I cant believe you dare
Because to me your just a faceless name
A broken dream an empty chair

The only time you call
Is when your drunk or feeling bad
Because you missed my entire life
And never were a dad

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