Della Perry

Gold Star - 4,929 Points [Poetrypez] (Kingswinford)

Della Perry Poems

201. Soaking In The Rain 6/26/2016
202. Bells Chimed 6/26/2016
203. Marriage 6/26/2016
204. Rage 6/26/2016
205. Wolf 6/26/2016
206. Bouncy Bug - Alliteration 9/20/2015
207. Old Lady Trolley 7/17/2016
208. Slumber Awaits 6/22/2017
209. Love Disappears To Hidden Dreams 6/22/2017
210. What Maggie Did? 6/22/2017
211. Penny For A Thought 6/23/2017
212. Jigsaw Pieces 6/23/2017
213. Those Eyes 6/23/2017
214. Identity 6/23/2017
215. Red Balloon 6/23/2017
216. Solitary 8/30/2017
217. Life Carries On 8/30/2017
218. Live 8/30/2017
219. Stronger 8/30/2017
220. Day Off 8/30/2017
221. Kenning - Teacher 9/20/2015
222. Letter To The Sweet Owner 9/20/2015
223. Forest 9/9/2015
224. Songbird 9/3/2015
225. Soul Poem 9/3/2015
226. Suicide 9/1/2015
227. Moths In The Louvre 9/1/2015
228. Le Vampyre 9/1/2015
229. The Bedroom 9/1/2015
230. Raven Claw Prints 9/1/2015
231. Sinkhole 8/31/2015
232. Some Day 8/31/2015
233. The Wolverhampton Wanderer 8/31/2015
234. Love Mocks 8/31/2015
235. Entertainment 8/31/2015
236. Hate Is A Cup Of Tea 8/31/2015
237. Football Widow 8/31/2015
238. Poetry Widower 8/31/2015
239. No Distance 8/30/2017
240. Now Is A Silence 8/30/2017

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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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