Heather Poems - Poems about Heather

Deaths are not easy Please know I am here for you Reach out anytime ...

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When a warm breeze rustles the leaves You can thank the sunny weather When a clouded sky passes by A soft rain moistens the heather When a bird sings on feathered wings And the grass sheds the morning dew When I think how far away you are All my thoughts rush back to you...

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I knew a young lady named Heather She'd make love in all sorts of weather Out in the woods She'd share her goods With Tom Dick Harry and Trevor. ...

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in the worst shape ever my great Aunt Heather usually under the weather good thoughts? Never. Resigned to gloom forever. no joy and not clever. Focuses on bad news and weather. I am sorry for Aunt Heather....

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Young Heather found a feather one day in some cold weather; just there, right there, on the road landed, where the wind had blowed. “My wooly hat it’s plain and pink I’ll put the feather in, I think.” young Heather thought as she bent down; "It’ll turn my hat into a crown." A dove whose feather had mislaid, observed from window, as this maid, with...

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There is a young woman named Heather who occasionally likes to wear leather at country line dances where she sashays and prances; her feet are as light as a feather. This lovely woman named Heather looks great in her skirt made of leather, but nevertheless I have to confess she looks better in the altogether!...

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Away in the Heather The hillside adorns A day of bright weather ...

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A shepherdess, I’ll call her Heather Loved coitus when dressed in black leather High up in the hills She’s getting her thrills And getting wet in the wild weather The farmer, his first name is Jock Was willing to get out his cock To have lots of nookie Whilst her sheepdog, Rookie Saw little lambs running amok! ...

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(Inspired by Silent One's limerick, "Queen Of Her Stage" ) There once was a canary full of rage. Who shrewdly trapped a sly cat in her cage. without a feather ruffled Kittie's meows he muffled, she now ruled the roost as queen of her stage! There was a time when Kittie was nasty oh that little one could be...

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Embracing Spring after winter season Dour skies for months with chilling cold weather Summer dreams where roses are Elysian Highland hills swept with grandeur of heather. Poppies and wildflowers grow abundant Landscape well crafted in burgeoning green Winter is now completely redundant Flawless moment with clear sky opaline. Wonderful optics total perfection Living every moment quite joyfully All so beautiful no imperfection Ephemeral comfort no apathy. Enchanted...

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Heather with amazing colors, Hollyhock and hyacinth, Pansy and pink, Moonstone, Sardonyx, Opal Among the tall mountains, in a sunny pure sky shortest day, It was a neat picnic of the fascinating Motacilla Alba and M A Personata...

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Heather, Oh Heather The worst waitress ever Whenever will you come back to me? I sit here forever No service is rendered And never do ever complain Heather, Oh Heather It’s so hard to remember And it’s easy as pie to forget With so many orders And Special de Jours If only you could find your pen Heather, Oh Heather It sez here in the paper That...

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Everytime I hear your voice, On the other side of the phone, All the sweet words, I wish it would have been for me, Instead. The wishings, the longings,all the love, I wish I would have been on the other side, Instead. Everytime I see your face, On the screen, What a gorgeous sight to behold , All I can think is would it ever...

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"Heather" such a tumultuous quiet discourse crochet hooked and thinking on wheels, the wrong turns, sometimes thoughts move to the recalcitrant one, another tumultuous heart, mixed feelings like heavy storm clouds move towards the vociferous missing one, who looks on from that place in the gut, intuition, the compass and metronome set, viewed in the mind's eye, amygdala, from afar and...

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LUCKY HEATHER The Gypsy offers a posy of heather Each week as I walk by. “Be lucky love,” she always says. And every week I wonder why A bunch of heather would bring me luck. So, today, without slowing my pace, I said, “I’m already lucky love” And tripped and fell flat on my face....

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