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Best Poems Written by Cortney Bartholomew

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Set Your Heart Free

You could stay angry forever, but you know that's not the truth,
Because underneath that resentment is hurt from loving you,
Even if it was only for a moment, it's better not to hide,
Because, believe it or not, that resentment eats you up inside,
It trickles down to the next in line,  and leaves a sense of debree,
There is no reconciliation, pride never sets our heart's free.....

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The Eyes of Your Heart

He provides a way out for the broken,
and opens the eyes of hearts unspoken,
and leads us past what our earthly eyes see,
the power of His love that sets us free,
holding us in ways we can't understand,
in knowing not everything is meant for us to comprehend,
only in what he allows us to view,
always through His spirits timing and truth,
characteristics we've asked to understand,
giving us a mirrored reflection of the ones we all have,
issues of the heart we would rather not face,
but sometimes God will allow to come out to restart with grace,
to humble us in ways beyond the world views,
stripping our hearts of strife to turn our eyes back to you,
a muted voice that needed to speak,
the healing begins at the hearts release,
hushed away, the excessive silence,
the covered up perfection of the world that blinds us,
hiding away our voice that God gives our hearts to speak,
breaking chains of bondage...opression's silence decreased,
extrovert and introvert go head to head,
it balances out....the extremes of the strongholds are dead...

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The Neighbor Boy

This boy lived down the street from me, his name I will not say,
He followed me to school, and picked on me everyday,
He'd trip me down the hallway, and would pull my hair in class,
The teachers never believed me, because he never got caught in the act,
After school he hid behind the tree, and waited to jump out and scare me,
He would punch me in the arm and run away, and this was on the daily,
I ran home and told my mother all that he would do,
She said, "Why don't you try being nice to him, and then maybe he won't pick on you,"
So I took my mother's advice, and went to school the next day,
I offered him one of my pencils, and smiled in his face,
He smiled back and said, "Thank you," I thought Wow, hey this might work,
But then after school he wrestled me to the ground, and pushed my face in the dirt,
I stayed at home and cried that day, I wouldn't come out to play, 
Every time I saw him, I ran away like He was the plague,
I avoided him everyday, and for years we didn't speak,
And then one day standing behind the tree, he grabbed me suddenly,
Before I had the chance to scream, he kissed me right away,
The whole time he had a crush on me, he just didn't know what to say.

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Healing Restoration

i step outside of myself,
into a world, a world where everything around me is nothing,
and the only true thing that still stands left is my one true God,
what is real, 
what is fake,
i abide in love for his names sake,
my eyes are shattered,
and my vision blurred,
only parts of my spirit here on earth to be stirred,
i cannot grasp the immense enormity of my master,
still i love, still i hurt, to know more,
the depth of his love, marked in stone, i am sure,
my own way is not his way,
in solitude and in prayer with him at the end of my day,
as busyness and chaos take up my time,
thoughts of unwanted circumstance fills my mind,
i must release,
i must unfold,
here, everything on earth is nothing when it comes to my soul,
my love for you, Lord, is truly what matters,
through fears and tribulations, or when life seems shattered,
there is a private joy,
a very private real God,
who swoops me up into his arms, when life gets too hard,
as i loose focus for a moment, he gently embraces me,
what feels real here on earth is only what our eyes choose to see,
some pages are still emptly, he said, let me write in your book,
for there will be no need to search, there will be no need to look,
my god accomplishes the impossible,
using pain to bring me healing,
allowing rejection to restore my acceptance,
i cannot understand such irony, while the lord writes the script of this play,
his words fill my spirit, and he'll instruct me what to say,
so i sit back and observe with an open heart,
for god knows my charactor, and he plays the main part,
this part, this love that will never cease to die,
the greatest love of my heart,
the greatest man of my life

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An Artists Heart

the artistic ability to see in view,
behind the lyric, behind the tune,
the detailed painting always shares,
the soul in lyrics that take you there,
the different chords, the high pitched scream,
releasing the heart of everything,
the freedom felt within the pen,
the sound in voice of heartaches mend,
unlocked to see what words aren't there,
from deep within...the heart we share.

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The One Sided View

seeing from the outside of your story, hearing the words you use,
only knowing what you tell me, only seeing your point of view,
the hearts exaggeration without acknowledging our part,
you know, the part of the story from the others view, and how your words affected their heart,
this is the part where it gets twisted and influences the outsiders view,
because they don't know the other person, they only just know you,
i've seen the selling argument that wants you to sympathize,
please justify these feelings, understand me, and take my side,
i can't stand standing in the middle when it wasn't my experience with you,
i will erase in my mind what you told me, and start out with you brand new,
where your heart was at in that moment is not where it is now,
your in a different time and place, with new experiences to be found,
shift your concentration and live your life to be,
experience new experiences.....experience them with me.

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Storyline

no storyline can thrive to throw off loves balance,
to purposely paint a picture to detour its countenance,
the stroke of the pen changing in every moments release,
unconditional love neverending in beauty with each piece,
to place the heart back in its proper alignment,
in the changing of each moment with loves new assignment,
in the blink of an eye the storyline can change,
the plot, the characters, don't always end up the same way,
what you expected at the end of the story to be,
what you thought you rationalized becomes the opposite of what is seen,
love can thrive in ways past our own understanding,
the pace of his heart, God's happy ending...

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Calling Me Back

I can feel the gravity calling me back,
I'm curious as to why it makes me so sad,
but in my heart i can see you hurting,
when you speak, your words are so discerning,
you hide under this blanket so very well,
trying not to reveal, but i can tell,
your smile continuously hides the pain,
and i wish there was something that i could say..
my connection to you goes beyond words,
when you speak in between the lines, my heart starts to hurt,
i sometimes have to turn away and pretend,
that i really just didn't hear what you said,
i sigh, but in my heart i know,
that you have to go through these motions in order to grow,
i want you to know that i understand,
i wish that you would let me hold your hand,
but this pride you have that pushes away,
to keep your image, you hold everyday,
you believe if you show weakness it will show your not strong,
but im here to tell you your so very wrong,
remember in our weakness God shows his strength,
showing we are broken yet beautiful, God is calling us back again,
opening doors for healing you can't even see,
using me to get to you, and you to get to me,
we are made in his image, our relations with others relate,
our hearts are connected, he made it this way.

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Guardian Angels

sometimes to regain the truth you revisit your past,
as if seeing your life through an hourglass,
sometimes forced to remember as we try to forget,
to value our love, to put us at rest,
we see a new view we haven't seen from before,
to show us a new perspective, to show us there's more,
some lessons are painful but guide us to see,
what our hearts need to notice, where our hearts meant to be,
the paths we choose, our past mistakes,
the loves we've lost, and the chances we take,
and the ones who taught us love at its best,
we cherished and admired amungst all the rest,
who stood by our side and never let us down,
saw through our hidden pains and still stuck around,
and though they may be gone, their love still exists,
their spirit with you, they left you this gift,
now here to remind you of loves true reward,
these guardian angels love passed down are reborn.

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Your Eyes

Your eyes spoke a million words without speaking,
Your heart stretched into my soul as easy as breathing,
Understanding and love needed no explanation,
The silence was enough with each compassionate expression,
My heart yearns for the peace I saw in your eyes,
The love you gave me to help me survive,
Each day that passes by without you here,
The memories I have of you bring me to tears,
Your sight gave me hope, your love was secure,
A simple life of love you lived, the small things mattered more,
Now you are my angel, living in the sky,
The gift you left me on this earth was the beauty of your sight,