Best Della Poems

Sunflowers turn slowly 
to follow the sun.
They bow their heavy heads 
when afternoon’s done.

What a golden vision 
they share row after row
With deep amber faces, 
their tiny seeds all aglow.

The summer breezes blowing 
o’er the fields with warm air
Shares pride in a country
with its beauty...

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Her name is Della, when she meows
she sounds like a squeaky toy and 
looks like a pot belly pig.
Her fur is as black as can be eyes of
gold that sparkle like diamonds.
Once she had been lost but now she 
lives with me bringing me more...

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Bright Lotus of the lily pad
Let it be known who fears the fall
You who all would uphold in slumber
Blind to a gaze refrained or stalled.
Amongst this lonely block of figures and sand
And thick, heated lines
You glide across water in whispers;
The divine scope of earthly kind.
You...

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In a moment, a lapse of anguish
Through the sanded markets that
The mind implored.
Dust coughed up
And crystallised silence;
Each moan and cry
Of every wrapped face
Became a whisper,
As blood might echo an unheard drip
Into a lake of cold concern.
I do not know how the street kings felt
For upon...

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She doesn't deserve this.
Alone, after fifty-odd years
Married to him.
Alone, too attached to her home
To leave it to live with a son
In a place strange to her.
Alone,  still talking to the husband
Who has been dead a year now.
In a moment of clarityy, she realizes he...

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Eyes are a beauty like no other,
Where your deepest sense shines like lustrous glass;
The perfect crystal structure,
A divine un-shattered over easeful stars.

Today I looked upon the light.

Today I woke from a heavy slumber
With memory much the same as dreams,
Blinds had been lifted,
And I draw my...

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Mr. Visage of the manor, was often regarded in the highest esteem.
He lived in direct centre of the valley
Lauded his walls with fine antiques and trinkets;
Gold plated vases of crushed ice
Refilled by the hour.
Ebony perfumes
Travelling in thick cloud, like a rich fog of delight
Or marvel...

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aspirante suono escono abitare come violino, 
per aprire la crescente punteggio su par

con quelle che parla delicatamente, si trova

diretto dal piano di un parente prossimo.

 

essa sollecita più in pace mentre a dissipare,

la prua ha mosso da obiettivi si ritirano e avanzano

un elemento sorprendente ogni...

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The little boat of my intellect now sets sail,
To course through gentler waves,
Leaving behind her a sea so cruel.
There is no smoke beyond our wooden surface
And moonlight eases a dark
Void of wind, rain and storm
Leaving behind a most carnivorous tide.
The little flower of my dreams
The...

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(Acrostic Haiku)

David's day's dine, drum
Atmosphere's admiration-
Visual's vastly view.

Indoor influence ink...
Doubling diet, desserts do date;
Duty draws design

Expanding earthly
Long life lasting lord's luxuries-
Let lungs love living.

Ace age apportioned,
Actualizing accolades
And act attributes....

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Blessing the houses 
on easter eve day
through out the parish 
he sprinkled away

The priest stumbled upon
a studio door
where an artist was 
painting moments before.

He splattered the water 
all over the room
when artist returned 
and stated to fume. 

“What the hell are you doing? 
“You uncultured...

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My grandmom was a good woman in her time she was born in the depression error the daugter 
of sharecroppers in the deep south of Ms of clinton in the country she didn't finish school she 
clean schools for living it was a job the...

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from a street
in Cartagena
stepping
suddenly

into a 

restaurant
so Italian
surely i was
in a time warp

for i

i was still
in Colombia but
fooled by the food
so authentico

and even

the wine was 
from Italy so
after paying
my bill

instead

of using
the usual
gracias i just 
had to say

grazie...

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Divine and crunchy the pizzas that you serve,
Sweet the liqueurs I get but don’t deserve!
Your eyes are dark, and moist they are like dew,
Shooting darts with power to pierce me through.
Pardon please an odd and pious hope.
I think your case should come before the Pope,
I’m...

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Even death cannot escape the clutches,
Of this thing called,
Love....

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