~Summer’s Eve ~
I am a woman!
I am proud-
I am everything you want.
The adoring wife,
A beautiful mother,
A grandmother a granddaughter
A daughter, a sister,
A lover, the aunt.
Your enemy, your friend.
I am the working lady.
A widow left behind.
The Spawn of Adam's rib-
A mentor throughout this world.
A lady with class, sometimes a material girl.
A flower, and the sound of rain.
I am the color of the rainbow.
I am deeper than the sea.
I am the pink ribbon you wear.
I am delicate like snow.
The sun and the moon in your eyes.
A twister during dark skies.
The Daughter of Eve-
And, here is the only feeling I want to endorse.
In honor and appreciation to all the women of the world.
Happy Mother’s day!
Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2013
I could not help but peek.
There it was, a blue and pinkish bike.
With streamers all for me...
A ride, I wanted to feel inside.
A surprise, I ruined for my eyes.
The joy I felt, a naughty kid like me could not hide.
Running back into my room, jumping with glee.
Waiting and waiting...............................................
Christmas day, comes to life.
I'm all excited.. With the biggest grin...
Mommy walks me to my bike.
My grin slowly fades away.
A red tricycle, I start to cry.
I did not understand, why my older sister got the pretty bike.
My Christmas, ruined by a ruby red tricycle.
Mommies, hug did not comfort me.
I cried all night, and asked my daddy'
"How can this be?"
"It's not fair!"
"it's not fair!"
Daddy, had only one response..
"Sweetie, soon you will see."
New Years Eve**
I sit near the windowpane.
Staring at my sister ride her blue pinkish bike.
Even the streamers were laughing at me.
Night fall comes around..
It's cold and everyone is asleep.
I sneak my way into the barn.
I stare at it~
My sisters bike!
The smile on my face, I still can't erase.
"This bike will be mine tonight."
I grab the bike by the handles bars.
I walk the bike under the stars.
Two hours pass, and still I can't operate the pedals.
Finally I remove my shoes, and reach the pedals with my toes.
I'm off into the night, than suddenly I fell upon them rocks.
If only I waited for that push from daddy's hands.
:To Be Continued:
Lesson not learned,
My scars all accounted for.
Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2012
There you go again little Sly fox P.D.
Another game of tag and jeopardy.
Clever, clever, little fox so bloodthirsty.
Chaos roams through your veins of liberty.
You walk the ground, prancing around your hostility.
Marching down with the dignity of mis-guided anarchy.
I'm gonna hunt you smell end it well.
Hang you up from your trophy tail.
Kiss your night one last farewell.
By morning dawn your foxy tail,
Won't live another tale to tell.
I'm gonna find ya' ~ pull your hideout from where you hide.
Smack you around in your everyday rebellious ways.
Thinking you can defeat my crowd with your lawlessness..
I don't need no hounds to track your unlivable Holy-mess.
You created a selfish character of kindness for the blindness.
You prey on the sheep's and linger on their wall of hopelessness.
Your sinfulness grew from the boldness, and bitterness,
Of growing up parent-less.
My dear Sly Fox are you on alert with your ears of nobleness.
Did you not hear me creeping while you were sleeping.
Sly fox the destroyer!
You are right, you are a mischievous game of hunt!
My trap is set and waiting for you by the river front.
Go ahead, take a drink, pull one last obnoxious stunt.
Run and run, as fast as you can!
You can't out run this one game of Skitty Skat fox hunt.....
Copyright © SKAT A | Year Posted 2011
~What Make A Best Friends~
Best friends are hard to find
Just like among the lovely stars at night we’ve to pick the best one
A priceless gem of God’s Loving Divine.
I finally found you Linda (aka pd)...
My heart is in triumph
My desolation is gone
You’re not only like a star, but my rising sun
Someone who tenaciously raises me up when I’m down.
When a shroud of gloom hangs over me,
You cheer me up
Whether you are far or near
Your listening ears give me a breath of wind.
You offer the loveliest rose in your garden
Smile…. Laugh and cry with me
One of those who anchors to the fulfillment of my dream
Hone-in-on to a friend’s sake
Offers a mighty shoulder to lean on
Or to stand to see further. --From: L.G.
-A dearest sis, from heaven send-
I share my muse, with your beating friendship
Never would I force you to answer or say something
When I'm hurt or crying, or feel like my life is over
Just knowing you are there listening, brings comfort--
--Whether you are near or far
I know you will be there caring in every step of the way
In you I see a woman who highly respects herself
A beautiful person who goes a long way, making others feel the light
I would never trade you for someone who can't prance and dance like you
Your best quality, comes from being yourself no matter who's around
This is how I know, you have the perfect ingredients
Of what makes a special best friend
So, fun, unique and interesting, Leonora you are so sweet
You understand, with support, you carry a soul of trust and beauty
You were there through my good times and bad
A positive shoulder to cry on
Without casting judgment on the things I've done,
I smile with glee, enjoying your sincerity
Leonora, my BFF, I hope you don't mind that I gave my secret away
The perfect ingredients, of what makes a best friend. --By: P.D.
- collaboration poem of Linda/PD and Leonora
~ It’s again my great honor to have been invited to collaborate with my most all time favourite, my greatest poet, loving poet sis and forever BFF, PD/ Linda. She's a very special poet sis & friend/BFF of mine . I’m in tears of joy to know that I’m also special to her. Word’s are inadequate to thank you enough for everything my dearest sis! My biggest & loveliest hugs ever to u! Lovem4evr sis & BFF Leo
Copyright © Galeo DS | Year Posted 2014
Don't leave me hanging sis!
I came out of nowhere with an agenda on the mind
Joining the soup to be near my favorite love
a game I did not plan to play
Until he called upon the first round.
giving it my best shot
Then came round three and more.
The poets here I started to explore
Not taking my poetry seriously
The writing just happens naturally
now I see why she visits everyone at the soup.
My sister who puts on a show with words
Is adored by her very own group
the Destroyer was my pet name
She gave me when I was young
So envious of her, I broke the head of her only dolls.
using her poetry was the way she tortured me
Inside me, she bestowed a poet of mischief
Now I like to tease everyone mind with words
I hate this poem..... Lol..don't read it... It was a joking way back then
(((for contest**Leave me hanging)))
Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2010
Since first I saw you, it was your eyes,
mesmerizing, your gaze transporting
me to a realm, not of fantasy, real,
where young men go when cupid’s
arrow takes root.
Since first I saw you, it was your lips,
captivating, holding me frozen
in anticipation of our lips brushing
for the first time.
Since first I saw you, it was your voice,
a crescendo, light, invigorating,
each word you speak intensifies
my hearing, enveloping each
note, time ceases as I hang motionless
Since first I saw you, it was your hair,
long, flowing, gently rising above
your shoulders as a slight breeze
passes through sending waves
of your essence my way.
The sun magnifying each strand,
highlighting the minute
variances of invigorating color,
creating a halo effect, a portrait of
your beauty forever imprinted.
Since first I saw you, It was you,
my love forever more for you,
Copyright © Mac McGovern | Year Posted 2010
Two sisters dance through fields of lilacs
pleasantly adrift among aromatic scents
Flowers are delicate, yet whether the storm
emotions are fragile - adversity can damage
Heart strings connected by blood are stronger
the bond between two sisters lasts forever
Promises to comfort through anguish and pain
to wipe away tears, during melancholy days
Trials of life can feel like a pitch black room
as one sister succumbs to addictive urges
Demons anticipate to grab her as she falls
their hopes dashed as her sister saves her
Demonic beasts still hungry for their ritual prey
enviously flock sensing blood from her saviour
Whispering poisonous words seducing her mind
voices leave her feeling worthless- inflicting self pity
Feeling abandoned, lost in a pitch black room
sisterly love cannot prevent negative thinking
Together they smile and laugh, but only for a while
sister out of sight - suicide ends her life prematurely
Memories flood of soothing scents and voices
reminiscing days dancing among smells of lilacs
Redemption moves her - absolution had no choice
two sisters forever connected by heart strings
29 December 2015
Combination of Three Words - Poetry Contest by Laura Loo
1.) Smell of lilacs, pitch black room, dancing
Copyright © Silent One | Year Posted 2015
It was 1999
2000 green mustang
My sis, always beside her
Landed the same job
Only Mexican restaurant in town
Put gas in our car
Kept our wheels going round
All dolled up
Kissed our parents goodnight
Pretend to go to bed
Cruising feeling right
Idiots with wheels
License to drive
Dr. Pepper and cigarettes
Never felt so alive
Introduced to Mary Jane
She was a silly lady
Laying on the hood of our car
Listening to Slim Shady
Hungry for boys
Just a tease
Looking fly in our prime
The birds and the bees
The dawning of 2000
Life as we knew it, about to end
Eyes met at 12:01
We both began to grin
Cheers to a good year
Twice as old as I was then
Thinking of my sis today
Missing my best friend
Copyright © Anna Hopper | Year Posted 2015
THE DALLAS COWBOYS
Can you not hear the rumblings of that distant herd coming,
The loud thundering of destiny’s champions crossing, the NFL
Field of dreams, beware the rampaging lightening team known
As the Dallas Cowboys, for they are the hail storms victorous
Breed, the eye of the hurricane riders, searching for their
Well-deserved trophy of fortunes honor!
Remove your cowboy’s hats of respect unto them, ladies
Curtsy with reverences motion, for these athletes are
Endurance’s best, and they shall overcome against
Any opposing finest challengers, these rangers of the
Old western traditions, that carry this country’s time
Honored name of the cowboy to the ultimate extreme,
Of skill and strength’s dexterity!
Dallas all plain drifters of purity’s valor, head to head
No bull horns about it, these are the champions of the
Gladiatorial games in the world of sportsmanship!
Yielding unto no oppositions combatants, these warriors
Hold their ground with distinctions sheer magnificence!
Let those world famous cheerleaders scream with every
Field goal achieved, for these beauties know that no
Other team in footballs annals will score, to the level
Of these good old boys, named by fame's hall of records,
The famous Dallas Cowboys, heehaw and God bless hum!
Now listen you city slicking team of sports hall of fameing
Seekers, you’d better go back to your home fields of
Advantages, for hear in this lone star state, we take no
Prisoners, and show no mercy to out lander's!
Here in the ALAMO state of freedoms calling,
We remember our heritage standing tall and
Proud against all odds, blazoned in bullets
Historical legends, our grand team barres
The name of fore-barriers proudly, those
Pioneer’s men known, as the all American
These six-shooters whom rode the die hard tails,
Across a new world creating a country of freedom,
Where only the tumble-weeds rolled, and desert dust,
Coached a man’s thirst almost to madness!
Now in traditions sport of men, a new team of desperado’s,
Threatens this lone star state, but have no fear my fellow
Texans for our Dallas Cowboys will send them packing,
With a good old boy’s field goals smacking, so I’ll cheer
Them on, waving my hat in the evening air, yelling heehaw,
Go get hum boys!
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
FOR LINDA THE DESTROYER
ROCK ON SISTER POET
Copyright © cherl dunn | Year Posted 2016
As I sit upon the cloud, my sister SPIRIT, we shall call ---- “ ALWAYS “
Visits : bringing Her inner Soul with Virtue of the Heart ---- FOREVER
I believe I know YOU from “ Yesterday “ Please help me --- REMEMBER
As She spoke : the Lyric of Her voice : brings memories ----- I
Envision YOU “ my little Sister ’ Long ago Lost in LOVE; in --- LOVE
Through the mirrors of YOUR EYES : Brother, Sister : Me and -- YOU
Loving Parents , from a Time in History : where my Heart is of --- MY
Searching Soul, “ alive comes the past “ : growing up with MY ---- SISTER
Together we speak of “Forever LOVE” with an opened Heartfelt ---- SPIRIT
As we meet AGAIN in Time KNOW ALWAYS that I LOVE YOU --- L Y N E T T E
Dedicated To My Kindred SPIRIT Lynette Chachere “ Spirits Together “
Author’s Note : The origin of “ End Line Word “ Form Is a Dedication Where the
Vertical Line is the “Dedication” and the Body “ IS the Why “ Thank-YOU to all
Who have Supported Dane and I in Our Endeavor To create a New Form of POETRY
Dealing with Honor to Each Contemporary YOUR Participation Is Astounding ALWAYS YOURS…
Copyright © HGarvey Daniel Esquire | Year Posted 2010
The rain once again paid a visit.
His thundering laugh warming
And his blinding smile familiar.
He knows me more than anyone.
I stare in his eyes and I am calmed.
On the days I am too far gone,
He masks my tears with his own.
His presence is something welcomed.
This time he brought me a present.
He has returned my precious stone.
It was filthy, but I readily cleansed it.
Washed, it almost looked the same.
But I saw the fine chips and cracks.
I saw what could not be fixed.
I tried to forget, to no avail.
My precious Jade stone, so loved,
Will never be the same.
Copyright © ILyeza Thomas | Year Posted 2014
Soft as the lofting breeze, is the light of loving
Gentle is the moving sway, in the endless stillness
Of the human heart, for compassion in rheum’s
Perfection of the female soul of sisterhood!
White doves fluttering at the divine clouds of
Inspirational love, harmonious angels skipping in
The vast divides above, these poetic muses blessed by
Cherishes craft, eagles soaring within flights song of
The soul inspired!
Elegance dancing amongst the ivory powder of heaven,
Maidens of tranquility swirling in the timeless waltz of
Innocence beauty, sincerity’s weavers of art, color and light!
Yet at twilight behold the shield warriors of devotion,
Riding upon the dragons of the spiritual enlightenment,
Protections guardians striking on the right side of justice
Painters are these souls’ sisters of the heart, whom tender
Brush strokes paint the autumn leaves below, with the bursting
Palate of the divine inspirational textures of their glorious flare!
Explosions tempest, the storms hurricane to the passionate,
For we are the angels of inspiration, cascading within the clouds
Thunderous clapping, hear our soft words echoing within the souls of
Humanity, as in the eye of romance whispers in the swaying winds
Create beauty, magic and poetry!
Man do we beguile, memorizing them with seductions flame of brilliance,
Flickering nymphs of desire, playfully fluttering at the light of mankind,
Fairies intrinsic creature’s ethereal beings, trying not to singe our wings
Against sorrows envious spark of betrayal!
For mortal women, birth mothers of future generations, we are all
These mystical things, all rolled up into one sumptuous package,
Tied with a big red bow of the timeless treasure box, called sisterhood!
Let the male kindred thus so weep at our satin sleepers, we’ll cast them
Silver tears as tokens of the heart, yet we are bound by the ties of the female
Soul, and in unison our choir sings forever in the soul of sisterhood!
Hearts to the heart, the connected vines of loving,
Lights glorious shine of truth, wisdom, and beauty,
In the dream catcher of humanity, in the circle sphere of
Infinity, for we are the daughters of generations, the tender
Weavers of emotions, faith hope and charity!
Soft as the lofting breeze, is the light of loving
Gentle is the moving sway, in the endless stillness
Of the human heart, for compassion in rheum’s
Perfection of the female soul of sisterhood!
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
Copyright © cherl dunn | Year Posted 2015
I think sometimes we are more enemies than friends.
When we scream at each other, I think about how much I hate those dark brown eyes of yours.
Your hair are soft downy feathers that I wish I had.
The way you speak your mind to me is like a river, carrying fish but also debris.
We disagree over the smallest things, neither of us willing to back down and determined to have the last say, no matter how insignificant they are.
Your childish personality often clash with mine.
You don't ask, but my favorite socks will somehow end up on your feet.
I wish I can turn back time to the way we were before.
The two of us were like puppies, playful and inseparable.
I remember our balloons being blown away, sailing up into the blue and beyond.
Hand in hand, we'd walk into school, only letting go when we go our separate ways.
We'd play outside even in the musky, gray fog.
You once defended me like your life depended on it.
I miss those times.
But I love you anyway; even though at times you make me see red.
Copyright © Linda Xiao | Year Posted 2012
The smile on one's face makes them feel glad again
My sister always had a smile to share
Once came time for her birthday,
A handsome boy came to call
And along with him,
A baby blue bonnet that pleased us all.
The smile on her face showed us she was glad
She leaned in a gave a sweet little kiss
Then the Civil War started and he had to go
She would be crying for him.
The bleak war raged on
Many were dead
She was pining for him.
The sheets of casualties came and they left
Many were torn to pieces
My sister dear cried,
"He has died and left me!"
She hugged the dear baby blue bonnet.
The time was bleak when she claimed the body
Sister dear had to wear black
When came the funeral,
She brought with her
The beloved baby blue bonnet
She refused to wear the hideous black hat
"Instead the bonnet!" she cried
For she would remember
The sunny day when,
He gave her the baby blue bonnet.
Copyright © Kailee Ottman | Year Posted 2013
I stare through the rear window as
the car begins to move away
With tears running the gamut of my
Face my body trembling and wet with
I choke with anger as the contempt
For this separation grows deep
I wail and I wail
It is then that the memory of her tear
Filled puffy red eyes as she is cloaked
In a moment of sadness
Is imprinted on me
And I became a broken child
On a journey to a world that seemed
To be without conscience
For no longer could I be her
Protector and me the center of her
As the weeks turn to years the years
A bitter emptiness haunts me
For when I search my memory
Nowhere do I find ever saying
The goodbye word
To my little sister
And I cry
Earl S. Jackson
Copyright © 2010 Earl S. Jackson, all rights reserved
Copyright © Earl Jackson | Year Posted 2006
Pain of your demise
crowds my mind...
Memories of you come alive,
I try not to cry...though
Death, the thief, took you away!
Copyright © Cynthia Alvez | Year Posted 2013
I hear you in your room
The words he shouts are unclear
But I hear every tear that escapes your eyes
I feel every tear that is replaced inside
I hear you calling out
Begging for him to stop
I'm frozen with fear
Picture clear what he's doing to you
What he's done to me
The sound of every time he hits you
Bruises deeper than the skin
I hear a smash and know
He's vindictively broken something you love
Stinging more than his punch
Children no longer allowed to talk
Fearing a beating for simply looking at each other
Now it seems clear why he kept us separate
Suffering in our solitude
Though for me yours will always be..
When you said to me
Your childhood ended
When you were ten
When Dad died and we moved in with him
Where you summed up our childhood
In words so powerful in their few
Knowing that your sad
Knowing that your crying
Knowing you can't forget
Knowing you feel what I feel
Knowing so much of what he did to you
The guilt for not being able to help you
Then, now, always.
Copyright © Christopher Wellbelove | Year Posted 2007
Invaded by the tribe
The old station wagon
Pulls to halt in my driveway.
The five children fall out
of its rusted doors
shouting and laughing.
She turns off the noisy engine.
Slips ghostlike from the drivers seat.
Her five hours of driving
In a bedlam of her children’s noise.
Looking so slight and frail.
My heart melts again.
I enfold her in my arms
And whisper thanks for coming.
Even though I have moaned
About her children’s disruptions.
The extra work cooking
I look into my sisters face
And whisper I love you Sis.
You are always welcome
In my house.
And in my heart
Copyright © Jude Kyrie | Year Posted 2016
"Dear God, give me a big brother.
I'll be the best little sister ever.
I know its not possible for my parents to go back in time.
But I'd love for a big brother that is all mine.
Make him kind, and make him sweet,
He doesn't have to be perfect, as long as he loves me.
Dear God, can he be taller, with big soulful eyes,
And when he smiles, can it rival the sun's shine?
Give him strength, as fierce as a lion's roar,
He'll swear to protect me forever more.
He would wipe my tears from my cheeks,
And with a laugh easily calm me.
He would understand my heart and head,
In a way that no one would ever fully understand.
Dear God, can he teach me,
All the things I would never know.
He doesn't have to come from where I come from,
But can he takes me to the places that he goes.
Dear God, I am begging,
Please grant this one plea,
I realize that it may be a hard request,
I know you are not a Genie.
But here I am alone and cold,
With no true love from my family,
I'm lonely and I'm longing,
For someone who will care for me.
Dear God, please give me a big brother,
I promise I'll be the best little sister ever"
Copyright © Jay Loveless | Year Posted 2012
To be called ..
~ Grandma is a Honor ~
I have been blessed with 4 Grandchildren
~ one lays in Heaven " Kaleb " He is God's Angel ~
~ His twin brother he will always watch over , and be in his soul~
For he loved his Brother so much in the womb ,
he chose Heaven which gave life to his twin
~ I feel his spirit when I see the other Grandson ~
Time passed another gift to see
we are " Mickes" and Loved
Our Dad held the title in Baseball
~ that's how we roll ~
those children are Grandmas hero's
The Irish they love big and Family is everything
The brothers will protect the beautiful sister
~ as many lads will be calling ~
Every time my Grandson hits a home run
There will be a Angel watching proudly in the stand
It will be as if the Angel lifted him when he runs
~no one runs faster then my Grandson~
either baseball or Art ~ you shall find your gift given
These children have been blessed~
~ a beauty to hard to describe
If you think not ~~ Take a look at the Mom
That girl can stop Traffic
after raising three and still~
"Inspired by the gift and loss of Grandchildren "
May our precious " Kaleb " softly rest where Angels only Dwell
Copyright © Shanity Rain | Year Posted 2013
my hidden diamond
love's sweet jewel
Beauty so pure
your character delights
my devotion forever
Heartbeat on screen
My unbelief ceased
first squeezed my finger
Copyright © Christina Holmes | Year Posted 2013
The Gift of Forgiveness
I don’t remember going to sleep that night
But I remember waking up
To the awful racket going on inside my head.
Bad thoughts and feelings raged
As I twisted and turned,
And roared and cried.
Just when I thought that it would never end
And that I would never be able to forgive and forget,
Time stood still
And the world seemed to fade away.
While before everything seemed so hopeless,
Now there was only love and light
And a sudden knowingness that something was missing.
‘My sister*’, I remembered, ‘I haven’t been very nice to her either’.
With this the light started to grow brighter and brighter,
And, recognising** her light come towards me,
The love grew stronger and stronger
Until it filled me completely.
I fell asleep knowing
That through the grace and mercy of God
I had finally found
by Jean McLoughlin 07/01/2016
* My Older Sister
** British Spelling - Cambridge Oxford Dictionary
P.S. My older sister has not passed away but we will always have a strong soul connection.
Winning 2nd Placement in Eve Ropers 'When Older Siblings or Younger Step in...' 01/15/2016
Note from the Author
This is a true story.
It happened the night before Christmas Eve a couple of years ago.
I went on to make up with my sister on Christmas Eve.
We hugged and said sorry, and had a lovely Christmas.
Although I felt at the time that my thoughts of her could only ever be and would only ever be loving, we still need to work on our relationship and keep forgiving.
When Jesus was asked how many times must we forgive, seven? He answered 'Seventy times seven'.
My poem 'My Beautiful Encounter' follows on from this.
Thanks for reading.
Copyright © Jean McLoughlin | Year Posted 2016
Why me dear God in heaven's
Name why me?
Awaiting for a divine answers reply.
Kneeling at the lords sacred altar,
Lit candles flickering all about her
A bowed head in reverences honor.
In prayers hands tenderly cradling her,
She has been blessed by an angel's,
Realizes not a mightier power stands,
Before her, shielding his lamb from,
Faith guides this believers soul,
Homeward unto grace.
She is truly not alone in this fight,
Rekindle a divine spark within,
Rage against the fading light,
And behold of a new dawning.
Humanities loving spirit everlasting,
Its our greatest weapon.
And many hands rest upon,
Behold the sword of hope
With it's sharpened edge.
And millions lend their strength
Of will behind it's wielding power.
We are here my friend, my sister,
Let this evil shadow pass, give it
No binding power.
Shake off fears disbelief, know,
Sister warrior on this battle field,
Women must fight together.
United standing strong,
Fixed on one single goal survival.
A pink ribbon may represent
But within life's circle the
Human touch comforts a
With faith's devotion as her
Guardian’s shield it will carry such
A brave lady,
Through hells fire and beyond.
Remember your not alone
Against our common enemy
One day we will find a cure.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
Copyright © cherl dunn | Year Posted 2014
You stood on the battlefield
with no man-made weapons
in your hands
You held GOD'S greatest weapon
called FAITH to help you stand
JESUS was your Commander
HE guided you everyday
HE ordered your footsteps
through your PRAYERS and FAITH
My SISTER SOLDIER
you stood proud with
your head held high
You fought the good fight
You fought for your life
My SISTER SOLDIER
you lost the war, but,
your battle was won
You received the highest Medal of Honor
All of us, hope, someday we will earn
Your Medal of Honor is the Key to Heaven
No more battles for you to fight
In Heaven, you have a new body,
a new soul, a new spirit
Your Badge of Courage is
Copyright © ROSALYN LAMPKIN | Year Posted 2011
I am many things
I am everything
I am a daughter
I am a sister
I am a niece
I am the baby
I am the friend
I am the fan girl
I am me
There is nothing I could be better
Nothing the world wants me to be
I am just me
I am me
Copyright © chessney ferguson | Year Posted 2014
My Dearest Little Sister, Hope this finds YOU and YOURS Healthy and High in
the Spirit. Happy Valentines Day Flowers, Candlelight Dinner
would have said chocolate ! but I think YOU said to me
YOU don't eat chocolate maybe a Family portrait
Kisses from big brother Hugs from a big brother
You will ALWAYS be my Sweet Little Valentine
MAY GOD'S LOVE BLESS YOU this Valentines Day
Blessings all that You LO VE, hold dear and Cherish
As Sun Rose this Morning I felt the warmth of your hand
Look past the rising Sun I see a Sister's Loving Smile
I feel little sister's embrace as I also embrace Mandy
Tear of Love fall from my eyes A desire to cross the big Pond
A VALENTINES DAY Handshake To my Brother in Law
The man that lavishes Love upon My Sister, Mandy Tams
To ALL of You My BELOVED FAMILY Here on POETRYSOUP
May LOVE surround each and Every ONE. HAPPY VALENTINES DAy
Copyright © HGarvey Daniel Esquire | Year Posted 2013
Pigtails, cowboy belts and new summer jeans.
A long ride to the lake. I can't wait to get fishin'!
I have to take Sis? Mooom . . . how mean!
Hurry up little sister, there's no time to lose.
Cut a new pole, dig a can of worms,
Run out on the dock and find your own place.
Pleading, with nose twisted,
A worm gingerly pinched between two fingers,
I finally agree to bait my pathetic sister's hook.
The day wears on and on, hot and quiet.
Shh, Sis, or you'll scare 'em away.
No, Sis, we can't go back, we haven't caught a fish yet.
Little sister just doesn't understand the fine art of fishing.
I said a little longer.
"But I'm hungry."
Just a little bit longer.
"But I have to gooo . . ."
Sis, please, it won't be long . . .
YES! . . . I caught one. Now you see!
Angry and tired and not impressed with my catch, she pulled in her worm,
And with a quick flick of the wrist, off the hook she did pluck it.
With hands on her hips, looking me square in the eye she declared,
Anyone, who would sit out here all day for that, is dumb enough to fish in a bucket!
Copyright © Judith Angell Meyer | Year Posted 2009
That place where memories linger
beyond the towering pines
Where a limb held swing
Once tethered on higher hopes
That stretched the ropes
On laughter that knew no bounds
That place where memories linger
Just there beyond the pines
And on that minute past,
when all of light turn dark alas
And time and weather hungered ever
That wood and rope
could not last
But out such things did
a goodness hold
on laughter swung out
higher, ever higher!
to time and weather
That place where memories linger
Just there beyond the pines -
Copyright © abel olivencia | Year Posted 2014
Born in the merry moth of June,
For my little sister I did swoon.
My little sister taken for granted,
we do nothing but fight.
We hate and hurt,
Yet never love.
She was my best friend,
Now she's my enemy.
She does not trust me,
not even to swat a bee,
I am the one who ruined it all,
The one who shut it off,
The care we felt for the other.
We used to dress in matching clothes,
holding hands and discussing loathes.
Now all we loath is each other.
I am the girl who seems so happy,
yet is really broken inside.
I miss the days when we shared,
Ice cream from a cone,
I miss the times we would,
stay up late at night,
Just to give each other a fright
I miss the hugs, the laughter and the jokes,
I miss the fun, the trouble, and the pokes
The tomfoolery and the horse play.
I miss my little sister
Copyright © Dahlia Johnson | Year Posted 2015
Dear Lil sister. .
Hey pretty girl how you doing these days. How's life treating ya, hope it
hasn't been to cray. I noticed you were down, well how bout u talk to me. I
just wanna uplift ya, see you become who you were born to be. I know your
life has been crazy, Lord knows it to. But all those trials and tribulations
they won't break you. I know you hate that man from your past for touching
you the wrong way, you never told no one n it bothers you to dis day. It
created a dark cloud that covered your heart, now you have trust issues
can't tell the enemies apart. Night after night you pray to God for a fresh
start. Low self esteem, but baby your a work of art. Yeah i know you was
sad growing up without a father. As the years go by life seems to get harder.
I know you wanted that affection, the love you deserve as a daughter. Moma
tried her best but some things sh couldn't have taught ya. I know you wish he
told you, how beautiful you are over n over again. How all of your power
cums from deep within. Those weren't the cards you were dealt so you seek
refuge in other men. Trying to fill that void that has always been missing.
Now your in a situation and too scared to leave cause you think to yourself
nobody will ever love me for me. Countiuosly talking to yourself, and crying
secretly. But baby girl that's a lie I say differently. Your a daughter of a king,
so that makes you a princess. Your father hates to see you cry, that's why he
wants to give you his best. You are heirs of royalty don't u ever forget it. You
ARE victorious let me hear you admit it. Please baby girl don't be another
statistic this world wants to see down, so handle your business. Never follow
the crowd honey be independent. Cause when those checks come in, they'll
have a lot of digits. Always remember to remind yourself how beautiful you
are.I don’t care if your tall, short, white, black or covered in scars. Being
beautiful starts from the heart, so love yourself first. And always know that
the best comes after the worst. Hang in there hun, I know life's a twister. But
you can always count on me. Sincerely your big sister.
Copyright © Shakeirra Freeman | Year Posted 2014