Della Perry

Gold Star - 4,907 Points [Poetrypez] (Kingswinford)

Della Perry Poems

121. Sink - A List Poem 9/20/2015
122. To A Visiting Poet 9/20/2015
123. Doorways 9/20/2015
124. The Tale Of The Titanic 9/20/2015
125. Magic Wand 9/20/2015
126. Ogre Minogue 9/20/2015
127. Halloween Night 9/20/2015
128. Diary Of A Dog 9/20/2015
129. Places 9/20/2015
130. Love Of Words 9/20/2015
131. Nettle Power 9/20/2015
132. We Are The Same 9/20/2015
133. Music Of Love 9/20/2015
134. Angry 9/23/2015
135. We Are But Ants 9/13/2015
136. Moon's Watchful Eye 9/13/2015
137. Life Swap 9/23/2015
138. Love Is... 9/23/2015
139. Pretender 9/23/2015
140. Deja Vu 9/23/2015
141. Melancholy Love 9/23/2015
142. Enjoy 9/27/2015
143. S.A.D Winter Depression 11/27/2015
144. Winter Wanderer 11/27/2015
145. Mountains High 11/27/2015
146. Wintry Whispers 11/27/2015
147. Wintry Evenings 11/27/2015
148. Love 11/27/2015
149. Love Of Winter 11/27/2015
150. Winter Compilation 11/27/2015
151. Shadows Of Winter 11/27/2015
152. Snow 11/27/2015
153. Signs 11/27/2015
154. Spinneys Of Snow 11/27/2015
155. Grans 12/1/2015
156. Poem Or Pipe 6/12/2016
157. Note This: 6/12/2016
158. Friend 6/12/2016
159. Five Minutes 6/12/2016
160. He Hides 6/12/2016

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Best Poem of Della Perry

Love's Arms

Love opened his arms, he welcomed me
Into that warm embrace
But it wasn't enough, not enough for me
I was still part of the race.
I slipped through the fingers, running solidly
Into the darkness ahead.
I didn't look around me
I didn't see my feet
Just days ahead of dread.
Love opened his arms, he welcomed me
Even though I scoffed
He remained there, he took away the fear
He showed he cared.
Yes, love opened his arms, welcomed me into the embrace
The warmth of that love
And I cling on still
With all my might
Thanking the Lord above.

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Key Stage 2 Poet

Its truth glares from the mirror
Hanging crippled on the wall
I'm not a 'Blake, Eliot or Plath'
Not educated enough to follow that winding path
I'm just a Key Stage 2 Poet.
My silly jottings mean so much to eleven year old philosophers
But not a lot to the more mature generation
Who tend to roll their eyes of disapproval.
Never mind, thought my heart be down-trodden by its failure

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