If you need sweeting up
I have been dipped in honey
will give you every drop of it
in my sweet songs
Will you sing along?
come along and have fun with me
on this flat land we run free
no hill will stand in your way
And i’m rolling in this - space of time
thinking your son is - way to kind
to be a son of - any kind
In awe of you and all you are within
I had no peace from the beginning
so, nor i care to end without
stories taste better over time
especially with a silver soul like mine
I miss the way we shared
wish I had better prepared
for the parting of our ways
I miss your face
You asked for my permission
don't think there is a further vision from greed - than you
I agree with you
Won't write the entirety of my sibling's heartfelt letter,
But those lovingly sweet lines made me feel so much better,
Happier knowing I always helped them when under the weather.
It hurts because;
we were once so close until drugs made you a drifter.
The person you used to be... I miss her.
It's as though I lost a piece - the best piece of me
&& now I'm just someone's little sister.
I'm scared because;
you doesn't see your beauty,
or shout with courage anymore.
I'm scared because you’re hurting and I don't know what to do.
I'm just someone's little sister who's afraid of losing you.
I'm angry because;
I knew - you denied - and so begun the divide.
Their fingers pointed back at me,
and I became the liar fueled by jealousy.
boundaries were formed while others conformed.
but "family protects family"
until you're just someone's little sister.
????YOU WHOM I
LONG TO HOLD
I love you whom I long to hold
Holding you it's not impossible
But I inhale when I look with my eyes
When I exhale I am not surprised
Because it's you whom I long to hold
I am holding you in my thoughts
I am holding you in my dreams
I am holding you in my prayers
Because I know that you are forever here so near
And it's He who cares God has given
Given you unto me and I am given unto you
Through God because it's you whom I long to hold
God has told me this is so
We three together make a three cord
You whom I long to holdA beautiful and heartfelt poetic expression of love and devotion.
Evoking a sense of longing, intimacy, and spiritual connection.
Key themes expounding explanation of lyrics
- *Longing and love*: "I love you whom I long to hold"
- *Spiritual connection*: "God has given Given you unto me and I am given unto you"
- *Divine bond*: "We three together make a three cord"
The poem's message is tender and uplifting, conveying a sense of deep emotional and spiritual connection.
Time's little sister
She is so very young time has been around
for eons, his beginning forgotten
in the haze of no time
Yet, she was there to remember when time was kind
when roses grew, when people fell in love
Children's happy voices, the birth of nations and the end
of horrid regimes
Time is a brute, takes no interest in what is good or bad
carries without reason or regards
but his little sister is there to help people to remember
the world is full of wonders
Dedicated to my dearest youngest sister,
Happy Birthday Lucy (May 31)
Age of novice years,
a glow of purity along
with a smile of innocence,
born with a tiny frame yet
exuded an ultimate
presence.
A light like no other,
tremendous capability,
but how so?
In a sky of darkness,
you are a tiny dot of
bright light surrounded
by ones of a larger
proportion that casts
a shadow over your
glow,
Yet you maintain
that simple overlooked
shine of yours as
it continues to grow.
Amongst the great
you become steadfast,
releasing
the wisdom gifted
to you.
A nightlight in
the shadows you
become, bringing
comfort,
a tiny dot,
the biggest heart,
The Youngest Light.
My sibling sister and friend without spite
or rivalry, I loved beyond compare;
Athena-like and lovely as the night,
your soul, a brilliant flame that burned with flair,
gave light to me and soothed my manic fears;
maternal saint and healer, you alone
have cared for me these dark, life-threatening years:
you rose as I declined—who might have known?
What genius I was you chose to forswear;
I still loved you more and not any less,
for I recalled childhood moments we shared,
of former times that gave us happiness.
Always loyal and by your side, I remained:
your brother, steadfast, sure, and wholly trained.
In the years, I’ve walked this earth,
Half spent in service, a self-testament to worth.
Through war and peace, I stood my ground,
After combat tours, where courage was found.
Family tragedies left scars so deep,
Murders that haunted my nights without sleep.
Conditioned to march through conflict no matter the haze.
Immune to the impact, I find the warmth of a familiar place.
When Tornados swept through, tearing apart my dreams,
I always heal from own quiet streams.
Oh Angela, this month has been the hardest to bear,
Smothering, choking, and gasping for air.
I miss you so deeply; it’s a wound that won’t heal.
Like losing my breath in an ocean so wide,
I struggle to breathe with this pain deep inside.
I fight to contain all these feelings I hold,
Yet thoughts of Shane and your babies unfold.
Never once did twins need words to convey,
The bond that we shared in our own special way.
Now there’s a void in my spirit so vast,
A painful chasm unfilled by memories past.
At first, having you around was always a bummer.
You didnt leave me alone the entire summer.
Now i know, that was just out of love. I hope your looking down from the heavens above
Even the doctors face was shocked when she died
My sisters and brothers , they all cried
The colour from her face was gone, all gone. That glisten, that smile I had longed.
My mum and dad they couldn't cope
They too had lost all hope
I am so deep in emotion I can't see the surface
It's so loud in here I just want some space
There is moments that the words don't reach
Moments like this , we're we can't find peace
Her bed lays empty and so does our hearts
The last few days have been hard , to hard
My baby sisters body now deep in the ground
I wish i could tell you how much i miss having you around
Barely covered head to toe, he stood shivering in the shadow.
Waiting, looking through empty eyes, families dressed in their Sunday best. Walking in and out of the restaurant across the street, not sparing him a second glance.
But he didn't mind; all he wanted were leftovers from the dustbin, because his hungry little sister, back in their dark, cold, rusty home, the old dusty lorry awaits his return.
Waiting to ease the pangs of hunger and for his skinny arms to keep her nice and warm through the dark, stormy night.
You listened to the lessons in
the stories that I told,
and nestled in my shadow when
the winter winds blew cold.
I kept you close, beneath my wings,
when shadows came to call,
and when your gaze began to shift,
I fought the coming fall.
I pleaded with the darkened night,
the very moon beseeched,
and painted you a portrait of
the stars you never reached.
You always felt a step behind;
did I just walk too fast?
Of all those steps behind my stride-
I couldn't catch your last.
You once told me you’d chase the dawn
if you could know the sun.
You said my light would keep you warm
if only you could run.
Without you here to trail behind,
my shadow, it turns cold,
and when you fell, my light grew dim;
now broken wings unfold.
You took the wind with your last breath-
I guess you never knew
that all those times I touched the sun,
I flew because of you.
A trembling earth
panics and cracks
tortured and teased
by the bullying wind
the ground gives in
cornered by gusts
and my red maple falls
ripped at the roots
the windstorm’s fury
fizzles to a breeze
and people move on
swayed by the sunlight
I watch
from my knees
in the dirt
of my garden
as an arrogant sun
beats me with heat
how they relish the rays
that freckle my skin
and bask in the breezes
that mock me
while I brown
like the leaves
of my pink bleeding hearts
left to wither
in the bright, sunny remnants
the passing storm fades
behind a clear sky
taking with it
the menacing wind
and the shade
from my fallen red maple
Alas, my dear, we must away!
From Summer homes upon the Bay.
To winter in our warmer nests,
In Southern climes, which suit us best.
Your sister's grand debut went swell!
Gentlemen flock where ‘ere we dwell.
Invitations, voguish ballrooms,
Soon she will ‘meet well’ her fair groom!
Colorful flowers, is her way;
Your Sister just as bright and gay.
Of Summertime she is apart…
But winter's cold is in your heart.
Their hidden notes, confessed intent,
Secretly stole, and back you sent.
Sisters
My best friend
And worst enemy
Just leave me alone
Always there for me
I steal her clothes
We share everything
She buys me things
That she needs
Envious again
Competing beauty
They say we look like twins
She's prettier than me
Too long without a visit
Moved in right next door
Came 800 miles
Just To be ignored
Her option of me
Matters more than most
Too my face, critical
Behind my back, boasts
Support and edify
Build up and inspire
Ensuring she understands
Her help is not required
Curse when near
Cry when away
The only one to trust
To keeps secrets safe
But I'm the only one
Allowed to criticize
Don't mess with my sister
Don't even try
The little boy had cried
He's all watery-eyed
He should not have lied
His sister really knew
Her eyes black and blue
Her brother threw the shoe
She, feeling sad
Went and told dad
But thought she was the one who did bad
By not telling
On a sibling that has lied
Makes you a liar too
He only threw the shoe
Because she was standing there
Is it her fault
Protecting siblings
When they do wrong
Might cause need for more protection
Specific Types of Little Sister Poems
Definition | What is Little Sister in Poetry?