Amazing Nature Photos

Best Sister Poems

Below are the all-time best Sister poems written by Poets on PoetrySoup. These top poems in list format are the best examples of sister poems written by PoetrySoup members

Search for Sister poems, articles about Sister poems, poetry blogs, or anything else Sister poem related using the PoetrySoup search engine at the top of the page.

See Also:

New Sister Poems

Don't stop! The most popular and best Sister poems are below this new poems list.

- My Sister And Me - by Adrian - by Smile, Sunshine
A Sister by Ward, Julia
MY STRONG BEAUTIFUL BLACK AFRICAN SISTER by Stewart, sonya
Sister Love by Robinson Jr., Freddie
Ode to Sister by Caleb, Muyiwa
Sister Arts by Haight, Sandra
September Sister of Mine by force, kj
:Mother, Father, Brother, Sister: by Quinn, Madelyn
My Sister by Keeley Irvine, Sheree
Has Anyone Seen My Sister Out There by Mattingly, Sara

View all new Sister Poems

The Best Sister Poems

Details | Sister Poem | Share this poem | Create an image from this poem.

Summers Eve

~Summer’s Eve ~


I am a woman!
I am proud-

I am everything you want. 
Plus more
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.

  I AM!
The Spawn of Adam's rib-

  I AM!
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.

  I AM!
The sun and the moon in your eyes.
A twister during dark skies.

  I AM!
The Daughter of Eve-

And, here is the only feeling I want to endorse. 
 Summer's Eve.

*****
In honor and appreciation to all the women of the world.
Happy Mother’s day!

By;PD


Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2013

Details | Sister Poem | Share this poem | Create an image from this poem.

I Slipped On A Tear Drop

I s l i p p e d on a teardrop and landed in her arms. She never knew how much I needed her. I s l i p p e d in a puddle and I died in her soul. She never knew how much I needed her. Between yesterday’s old coffee and today's bright doom I broke in half. My heart slipped away into the hell of her death and my mind created LOST memories. So many moments of despair she held, and so many times of loneliness I lived. Beneath the darkness of the moon I drowned in a river created from her pain. It engulfed me into oblivion and I shall never be the same again. Sisters need each other and I needed her. Life seems over and death seems so FINAL. teardrops in her arms- woe brings rivers of d r o w n i n g DEATH by suicide I s l i p p e d on a teardrop and landed in her misery. She never knew how much I loved her. I s l i p p e d in a puddle and I died in her heart. She never knew how much I loved her. After the downpour of anguish I fell asleep. Nightmares of our final hug GOODBYE. If only I had held on longer maybe she would have felt more love from me. Maybe enough love to keep her alive. For she never realized how much her pain caused me heartache. She bled in sadness and I bleed in regret. No time to heal because healing is no more. Life seems dark and death seems so BLEAK. one final goodbye- not enough pure love from me two dead souls bleeding I s l i p p e d on a teardrop and landed in her remorse. She never knew how much I longed for her. I s l i p p e d in a puddle and I died in her essence. She never knew how much I longed for her. Before she was born she was already gone. A lifetime of sorrow and feeling different. It was hard for her to be a lesbian. Too hard. RIDICULED and damaged beyond repair. No more light at the end of her tunnel and the lessening of sunshine during her days. It’s depressing to think about what she felt her final moments of life. Her goodbye letter was awful. Full of pain and too much grief for me to read. I keep it in a journal tucked gently away. One day I will pull it out and read it again. Life seems wrong and death seems so BLACK. suffered from regret- too flawed and b r o k e n to heal sister’s forever ~She s l i p p e d on a teardrop and landed in her grave~ Date Written: June 21, 2016


Copyright © Laura Loo | Year Posted 2016

Details | Sister Poem | Share this poem | Create an image from this poem.

My Family

flowers are women
in my family’s garden -
Mom and her daughters

rhythm surrounds me
as I sway in contentment -
September’s Aster

Geranium Jen
bends graciously in the breeze - 
our southern comfort

charming Melanie
with her sunflower brightness
warms us with her smiles

Our sister Doris
the stalwart Gladiolus
will never fail us

With perseverance
Thea boldly holds her own -
sweet Delphinium

Mom at our center
a spiritual iris
simply inspires us

A forget-me-not
for my sisters and mother -
and roses of love


WRitten May 3, 2016 for the Haiku on "My Family"Poetry Contest of marvin celestial

(I used flowers that symbolized the traits of my sisters and my mother)


Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2016

Details | Sister Poem | Share this poem | Create an image from this poem.

The truth about women

Bestowed with femininity,
     wisdom, elegance, and grace,
     exemplifying dignity, daughter of the human race.

X chromosome integrity
      ordains attributes endowed,
      according by propensity, a nature kind and proud. 
     
Beauty and vitality
     anoint her noble gender,
     magnum opus artistry imparts celestial splendor.

Her marvelous complexity
     gives complementary disposition
     to valiant masculinity for a perfect coalition.

Exquisite physiology
     yields licentious pleasure due
     the wanton sensuality of erotic pas de deux.

Magnificent hologyny,
     woman becomes by thy behest,
     sacred vessel of posterity, with honor ever blessed.


Copyright © Thvia Shetley | Year Posted 2010

Details | Sister Poem | Share this poem | Create an image from this poem.

My Tricycle -

~My Tricycle~

Christmas  eve,
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

Details | Sister Poem | Share this poem | Create an image from this poem.

Simply time to go, a little brother's lamentation

Too hard for me to say goodbye
For all apparent reasons why
Even though we all know it must be
Each heart will someday stop the beat
When the rhythm of life, and silence, finally meet
.
Yet I always seem so surprised 
To find that death is part of life 
Knowing that regret, will now haunt my every rhyme 
The specter called "if only", will inhabit every line.
Wish I could arbitrate a deal to have gained a little time
Just one more talk with Sissy, to ease my guilty mind. 
.
And the sun now sets on my regrets
I gamble on time and lose each bet
Thinking I'll move on and yet, 
here I set . . .
Wishing for one more time 
One more pun
One more smile 
That will never come 
.
If I could just recall the things you said that mattered to you most.
Memories un memorized
That now I'll never know
Years of conversation when I didn't pay attention
Times I should have said I love you 
And somehow failed to mention
.
Then when you tried to tell me you felt your time was drawing near
Your selfish little brother pretended not to hear.
Even when you did your best,  and tried to let me know
You'd made your peace and you were ready, and that for you . . . 
It was simply time to go


Copyright © Kelly Crenshaw | Year Posted 2015

Details | Sister Poem | Share this poem | Create an image from this poem.

Flower Girls

A is for Annie Apple Blossom she buds in the Spring. 
B is Betty Baby Breath she's such a dainty thing.

C is for Miss Candy Tuft pink-cheeked with hair of gold.
D is Debbie Dandelion who never does what she's told!

E is for Easter Lily she's as white as snow.
F is Francie Fairy Bells who ring-a-lings where she goes.

G is for Ginny Gardenia perfumed oh so sweet.
H is Holly Hocks a Tomboy, she has two left feet!

I is for Inca Lily dressed in colors light. 
J is Joanie Jump-Ups, Johnny's little sister bright.

K is for Katie Kangaroo Paw her nails are painted red.
L is Lila Lady Slipper who stays too long a bed.

M is for Merry Morning Glory dressed in pale blue.
N is Nancy Narcissus who trumpets ""toodeloo!" 

O is for Olivia the Ox-Eyed Daisy dolly.
P is Patty Petunia, her pancakes are a folly.

Q is for Queenie Anns Lace her dresses all have ruffles.
R is Ruby Rose-a-lee who almost always shuffles.

S is for Sandy Snap Dragon tall and thin. petite.
T is Tallulah Tulip her clothes are so off beat!

U is for Uma Umbrella Flower, sweet and sunny. 
V is Vicky Violet she plays with Easter bunnies.

W is for Wendy Water Lily she'd rather swim than dance.
X is Xana Xmas Tree in Winter she's entrancing.

Y is for Yani Yarrow, a girl so bonny fair
Z is Zelda Zinnia, she pinning Yani's hair.

All our girls are fine and strong, so beautiful and brave
Not a single one of them would think to misbehave!


Bio: Wise woman.


Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2013

Details | Sister Poem | Share this poem | Create an image from this poem.

The Miller Girls: Now Presenting

Inside our parents’ bedroom by the door,
our sister Jenny played the old piano.
From all of us a melody would soar
in varying degrees of voice soprano.

A high soprano Jennifer would sing
as pretty Melanie would sing along.
The house with lovely harmony would ring
when I and Dori “seconded” the song.
For church we’d often render “Silent Night.”
Our tiny congregation made such fuss
as if we were four angels in their sight,
and Mom would fairly swoon with pride for us.

Of whims that took no flight I am lamenting;
Mom’s dream, “The Miller Girls . . . now presenting!”


 For Sonnet on an Intimate Relationship Poetry Contest:
My best intimate relationship began at home. My four lovely sisters, three of whom are mentioned here, will always be the greatest of my friends.


Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2014

Details | Sister Poem | Share this poem | Create an image from this poem.

The Best Mistake

You made the mistake and now,
your afraid to face this day. 

Your thoughts are racing through 
and through.

You wonder if your family looks at
you as a disgrace, but you'er mother
takes you and reasures, your very 
much loved in grace.

Even though your much to young
for this breathing little thing this
has become.

You couldn't just throw it out
like it was a peice of trash.

So you grow up and take the
path that led you to your best
mistake for years to come.


Copyright © Emily Kroeger | Year Posted 2009

Details | Sister Poem | Share this poem | Create an image from this poem.

A message from Emilly

A message from Emilly
By Angelo Casiano


A message from above to those of you I love.
I love you more than you’ll ever know,
Even more now that I’m gone.
And my love for you will grow and grow,
Like the chorus to a song.
I had to leave much sooner than
 I thought, I must admit.
But you know mom, until I’m done,
 I’m never gonna quit. 
I left behind some parts of me,
 I have so much to give.
Because of you I’m strong enough,
 to help some others live.
So Daddy when you think of me,
While you watch the Phillies play. 
I’ll be sitting next to you. I’ll be with you every day.
 You’ve given me the best of you.
And now I’m giving back.
I will love you for eternity. No matter were I’m at.


Copyright © Angelo Casiano | Year Posted 2014

Details | Sister Poem | Share this poem | Create an image from this poem.

Blink

I had a dream last night
that I was five years old
I was taken back to the time
When my house was sold

As I lay there lost within a dream, 
Sleeping in my bed,
Memories of the good ol' days
Circled in my head

I walked a narrow trail not knowing of it's end
Then suddenly between the trees stood my lifelong friend.
I watched as we grew older;
How quickly the time had passed. 
All these years behind us
Had come and gone so fast.

Her graduation day had come;
I'd never been so proud.
When she walked onto the stage that day
All dressed in cap and gown;
I watched and faked a smile
While my whole world turned upside-down.
I realized that this was no dream 
And I couldn't help but think;
Of all these years that passed us by
When all I did was blink


Copyright © Jacob Aldana | Year Posted 2016

Details | Sister Poem | Share this poem | Create an image from this poem.

SLY FOX

~SLY FOX~

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.....


~SKAT~
 
 


Copyright © SKAT A | Year Posted 2011

Details | Sister Poem | Share this poem | Create an image from this poem.

My Sister

My sister Sharon is getting marry and I’m a brides maid I said can I say a speech but she said nay My sister is a lovely girl even if I say so my self and I like her faunas he’s got fine health So there’s my speech I love you sis and I hope you like this


Copyright © Miriam Bell | Year Posted 2012

Details | Sister Poem | Share this poem | Create an image from this poem.

Homeward

Her journey begins.
Moving through soft veils and mists,
Pilgrimage homeward.


Copyright © Judith Angell Meyer | Year Posted 2007

Details | Sister Poem | Share this poem | Create an image from this poem.

I am

I am mother (father) sister daughter
Favourite aunt, SELDOM rant
Pan Flute player, dragon slayer 
Own nothing pink, at least I think
Teach Sunday school, kids find that cool
I am not to lean, I’m sure you’ve seen
Curly hair, I seldom swear
But if I do, God help you
Sing in a choir, now I’m on fire
Love my dog, I want a blog
I am very kind, at least in my mind
Love good movies, never been much of a sleaze
I just gave you a look inside my book
So for now I take a bow.

I am female
Sorry I just found a fluffy beautiful pink bath robe.


Written by Brenda Meier-Hans 
11.06.2014
Frank Herrera’s Contest:
I am
2nd


Copyright © Brenda Meier-Hans | Year Posted 2014

Details | Sister Poem | Share this poem | Create an image from this poem.

WHAT MAKE A BEST FRIENDS

~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.



Jan. 10-17,2014

- 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

Details | Sister Poem | Share this poem | Create an image from this poem.

My Sister Is An Alien!

My sister is strange
There's no doubt about it
She's an Alien,  that's why
Just get up and shout it!

Her mind control crying
Gets her anything she wants
I say "That's not fair!"
But she just looks at me and taunts

My sister is strange
There's no doubt about it
She's an Alien,  that's why
Just get up and shout it!

It's just a disguise
I'm on to her
Is she scaly
Or covered in fur

My sister is strange
There's no doubt about it
She's an Alien,  that's why
Just get up and shout it!

She's spying on us
They 're ready to invade
So don't just be frightened
Be very afraid!

My sister is strange
There's no doubt about it
She's an Alien,  that's why
Just get up and shout it!


She knows I'm on to her
She's calling for friends
So run for your life
And hide till it ends


Copyright © James Heseltine | Year Posted 2005

Details | Sister Poem | Share this poem | Create an image from this poem.

Licia, A Mysterious Mind

      Licia, A Mysterious Mind

A mysterious mind
You often do find
Is cluttered with all kinds of clowns
In your ear they speak 
Quite often with cheek
And tell of your ups and your downs

Driving you mad
By being so bad
But without them, where would you be?
Those voices you hear
Are your friends my dear
Though controlling them can be deadly

Wishing to tell
How they give you hell
The run around with their demands
Every now and then
They rule your pen
Just to prove you obey their commands

It isn’t as though
They say hello
They just barge in, take over the roost
Where they get their prose
Only heaven knows
But the soup gets its comedic boost

Bawdy they be
Extremely naughty
Yet they have the knack with the crowd
With their crazy antics
Mind bending tricks
The reader’s soon laughing out loud

So please let them stay
Don’t chase them away
For the loss will not only be yours
Live and let live
So sister forgive
Those voices that this world adores









Copyright © Richard D Seal | Year Posted 2013

Details | Sister Poem | Share this poem | Create an image from this poem.

Don't leave me hanging

 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

Details | Sister Poem | Share this poem | Create an image from this poem.

THE DALLAS COWBOYS

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
Cowboys!
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

Details | Sister Poem | Share this poem | Create an image from this poem.

An Epic Battle With A Simple Question

A beautiful heart pines from afar. To parallel freedom, we choose our master. In Love, the Dragon and Unicorn are! Celestial winged heart beats faster, Over mountain and ocean meet polar eyes. To parallel freedom, we choose our master. Embarking from sun brewed and moonshine skies Two alien races, in war, collide. Over mountain and ocean meet polar eyes. All brothers' swords raise, marching with pride. Sisters of heaven let feathers fly. Two alien races, in war, collide. The angered clouds rain blood from the sky. A new path finally found. Sisters of heaven let feathers fly. Brothers' swords low now to the ground. A beautiful heart pines from afar. A new path finally found. In Love, the Dragon and Unicorn are! In universe Out bound energy Where are we when we die?


Copyright © Edward McCormick | Year Posted 2013

Details | Sister Poem | Share this poem | Create an image from this poem.

My Departed Friends

             Oh! Those whom I loved and cared that left this world
  Enjoying the bliss of heaven when my heart wreaths in pain
  Free from anguish and agony and attitudes apathetic and cold
Away from burning sunlight of hatred, ruthlessness and strain

My loving parents and my little sister departed one by one
The infinite mercy of the Creator granted them joy of heaven
 For me the luscious trees of love gave way to burning sun
       The path of life turned thorn infested, rocky and uneven
 
 The lustful demons of merciless world waiting for me on way
               My only weapon, my resolute, indomitable will
With God behind my relentlessness I conquered life in a sway
Lonely nights followed crowded days dreary, dreadful still

Then showered on me God’s sagacious and profound recompense 
Through love and compassion my beleaguered soul thrived
    On desert of life came the rain-filled clouds of loyalty of friends
    Roses bloomed, nightingale sang, life’s elegance revived

         But happy days are shorter than the morning dew’s life
You Manzoor, Arif, Marghub,.Nisar, Mehmuda, Ismat, Harry and Jo.
Who were spared the pains of this world of conflicts and strife.
Tranquility of heaven is your destiny, Aftab, Ferreira and Remigio

Your abode has elegant pink shadows and golden sunlight
    Fragrant rivers and gardens with flowers of colors unseen
Pebbles of emeralds and rubies present the sight’s delight
Gushing fountains, silvery lakes, hills and valleys ever green

 These bounties are rewards of goodness and your virtuous deeds
Your kindness, your compassion, and your illuminated soul
The Creator, most merciful and benevolent gifts beyond one needs
     More than lofty aspirations and much beyond your goal.

    Happy though I am for you I must still complain
                      Why you chose to desert me; why you left alone
The leaping flame of loneliness is my destiny again
The path to eternal bliss you took, to me you should have shown
-----


Copyright © Mohammad Yamin | Year Posted 2009

Details | Sister Poem | Share this poem | Create an image from this poem.

FEMALE BONDING



Our giggles lilt, whirling on paths divine
Inventing new summer tricks, how bubbly
That every joy ride is a drink so fine
From which we both sip, late nights of coffee.

Secrets we keep under river's deep floor
Like mirrored glass where we color the dew,
An only sis, eldest bloom I adore
When pained tears cascade; she’s my first rescue.

Though disputes flare, ardor bestows rebirth
With shared compass guiding a walk called life;
Exploring beyond dreams, fonder this earth,
As she cradles my hope, now a blest wife.

       The music still dances within our eyes
       One treasure of love bonding as allies.



When Older Siblings or Younger Step In...
Eve Roper’s Contest
1/2/2015




Copyright © nette onclaud | Year Posted 2016

Details | Sister Poem | Share this poem | Create an image from this poem.

- We Must Learn To Live Together As Siblings -






                               The vast and beautiful world
 
                               The home we share together

                                 Tender hands protect you















19.02.2016
A-L Andresen :)


Copyright © Sunshine Smile | Year Posted 2016

Details | Sister Poem | Share this poem | Create an image from this poem.

SISTER IN LAW

SISTER IN LAW

MY ONE AND ONLY SISTER IN LAW.
MY BROTHERS LOVE,MYBROTHERS WIFE.
TOGETHER YOU ARE GOOD AND RAW .
STUCK LIKE ONE IN YOUR LIFE
AT TIMES LIFE WILL PITCH YOU A HARDBALL
STICK YOU IN THE BACK WITH A KNIFE
AND STILL YOU DON'T LET YOUR SELF FALL
LIFE AT TIMES COMES REAL HARD.
STILL YOU HOLD YOUR HEAD UP HIGH
AND YOU ALSO STAND REAL TALL
MY BROTHER LOVES YOU HE CAN'T DENY
YOUR THE ONLY ONE I WILL CALL.
MY ONE AND ONLY SISTER IN LAW
WHAT DOESN'T KILL YOU NOW.
WILL ONLY MAKE YOU LAUGH LATER.
DON'T LET NO ONE MAKE YOU HAVE A COW
REMEMBER YOU ARE A LOVER NOT A HATER
DON'T EVER THROW IN THE TOWEL.
YOU ARE YOUR OWN FRIEND,AND A CREATOR
I AM SO GLAD HE PICKED YOU.
WE BOTH ARE PICKY, WE HAVE OUR PRIDE.
SO ONCE AGAIN I'M GLAD HE PICKED YOU.
TO BE THE ONE BY HIS SIDE.
MY ONE AND ONLY SISTER AND LAW.
         I.T.
 S.K.A.T. POETRY






Copyright © SKAT A | Year Posted 2010