Poems about heather


№ 1210287

Heather Land

Check me out I'm one sexy bitch
Some day I'm going to be fucking rich
I do what I do I am who I am
I'm not some innocent little lamb
I get what I want when I bat my eyes
I love pissing you off just to get a rise
I say what I want and do as I please
Sometimes I'm a whore other times I'm a tease
I love to party as most bad girls do
If your lucky I might even party with you
I'm one bad bitch have no doubt
Don't be scared come see what I'm about
Don't worry I usually don't bite
But piss me off and you better be ready to fight
I don't fight it I flow with the tide
Welcome to Heather Land its one hell of a ride

heather,  land.

Author: H M Jeffrey
Date: 07/04/2020

№ 1176899

Tap-Dance - Heather Mirassou

I tap-dance on egg-shells in my ballet shoes.

They whisper across the floor.

Omitting noise that might entice a temper.

I find a hide-a-way in a hole.

My heart, soul and pen are

Controlling the inner-chaos

With a key that empowers me.

dance,  heather,  tap.

Author: Heather Mirassou
Date: 08/03/2020

№ 1155348


May only best wishes and praise
Come streaming your way
On this your 60th Birthday


alexander,  birthday,  happy,  heather,  rosalind.

Author: Ja
Date: 17/02/2020

№ 1151630

Delight - Heather Mirassou

I see naked droplets

Of subtle honey bee.

Love released beyond

Our summer lending trees.

Beyond a breeze

Glow-worm light shines bright.

Love wheel delight

For the stars are giddy tonight.

delight,  heather.

Author: Heather Mirassou
Date: 14/02/2020

№ 1151307


We held hands behind the Black Lives Matter banner.
We took to the streets in solidarity with Heather Heyer
Opposing white supremacy and every vestige of bigotry.

The cops stood idle while racists circled
The park like sharks to shake our resolve.
But we carry a new world in our head and hearts.

We marched down Kennedy and Ashley
No badge or gun could hope to stop us hundreds.
We mourned and wept and rose like lions.

No justice, no peace! no racist police!
1-2-3-4, this is fucking class war!
5-6-7-8, organize to smash the State!

I cannot find the rhythm and beat amidst this misery.
But, in her memory, we will drive the fascists out.
From Tampa Bay, FL to Charlottesville, VA: * ЎNo pasaran!


Author: Pearson Bolt
Date: 13/02/2020

№ 1148666

Rooftops – Heather Minette

By Blue Hour Magazine

I looked for her on the rooftops of Brooklyn,
The makeshift balconies of Manhattan,
And the subway in between.

On the mountaintops of Spain,
The dirty pubs of Dublin,
And every European train.

On southern country roads,
And the foothills of Tennessee,
And a lake house preserving childhood dreams.

In the classrooms of philosophers and mystics,
The offices of scholars,
And the garden of a Buddhist.

In a home painted yellow,
Behind an ill-fitting apron,
And white picket fence.

In the cramped apartments of men who wrote,
And drank,
And beneath the sheets of those who understood.

On the folded pages of library books,
The texture of painted canvas,
And the sound of piano keys.

I looked for her through my bedroom window,
Barefoot and hardly clothed,
Not lonely, but alone.

I looked for her,
And did not find her,
But instead, created her.

heather,  rooftops.

Author: Samantha
Date: 11/02/2020

№ 1137586

Heather Sark

I wander here again
As many the day before
For a span of years this mind
Roams upon the shore.

Little remembrances
Re-educates the heart once more
To the simple easy days
When life held open its core.

The sun glistens upon the sea
The wind soft to form
Caresses here the jagged weeds
The thistle and the thorn.

I wander deep my old paths
Were in youth I roamed and played
The magic of the fairytale
Was the land and what it gave.

Sweet the dreams that flood and fill
These tranquil moments in time
Holds bright the promise of another day
As upon the hills I climb
Where mighty hawk hovers above
Where the cliffs race to the sea
To those lochs that are ever so fresh
To the sweet mornings plea.

I journey back across the years
As fate has had me roam
To see the land of which I'm part
To feel my distant home.

There's no shore like that of hers
No field that hugs the soul
Just empty planes without any names
That runs a foreign flow.

I dream of her my seductive queen
When the nights are cold and dark
I see her there inviting me
Dressed in her heather sark.

Alisdaire O'Caoimph


Author: Alisdaire OCaoimph
Date: 01/02/2020

№ 1109951

Oor Heather 057

Slightly reworked*

Oor Heather was under the weather
And feeling awfy queer
"We'll have to take your temperature"
Said the doctor with a leer
"Take it easy hen. "
He whispered by her ear
"I'm here to help, ye ken"
She sensed a smell of beer
"Undo your blouse and take a breath"
He said warming up his hands
"I need to check you over.
That there's no swelling in your glands"
Suddenly feeling better she gathered up her things
It's amazing the efficacy an examination brings


Author: Steve
Date: 07/01/2020