Courtney Redmond Poems
|1.||In My Arms||6/1/2007|
|3.||Leters Of Love||6/1/2007|
|4.||No Love Please||6/1/2007|
|6.||Bare White Walls||6/1/2007|
|7.||Salvador Dali Made Me Think It||6/1/2007|
|10.||She Who Conqures||8/27/2008|
|12.||I Am A Poet||6/1/2007|
|18.||Love Of Two Can Make A Girl Wonder||8/27/2008|
|19.||I Know You Want Me||6/1/2007|
Tombstones hold the value of a life,
While the grave yard spirits, walk along their roads calling out lost names of ones who have long lived.
But a tombstone beyond the dying horizon rests upon a wrinkly old hill,
Dead oak trees lay low over the grave of this one tombstone.
This poor soul died so young.
Flowers stray around her buried body.
Many knew her as the girl next door.
But for me, I new her more then her title
She was my life.
I loved her more then any friend I had
This lost soul died before I could protect her.
I failed her.
I Am A Poet
I am a poet
I write my tragedies, I write my sins
For this please excuse me, for what I have written to feel again
Cry it out they say
But how do you cry when pain runs deep.
Through scars not healed, by the warm breeze.
So let me write it down so that it can all go away.
I write my happiness, I write my joys