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Metaphor Sister Poems | Metaphor Poems About Sister
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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
She's the flour in the middle of a fertile desert soil
She dreams of my dreams when i dream she dreams dreams that we dream
She's a speechless pole
She's a footstep away from my soul
She dreams of my goal
She's my African queen
Her womb carriers the nation's poetry
She takes me back to my dreams in chains
I make my own God she believes
She's one minute past jealousy
She's the speed of an angry poem in the dark
The black paint building an arch
The spirit of a mic resurrected by a dead poem
Speechless pole stronger than cone
She's my poem
She's my poetic lyrical port
I can see by the blushes right under my rhymes
She's so beautiful she makes you read her repetedly
She's my poem
Copyright © Raymond Ngomane | Year Posted 2013
Joy and Sorrow
Are the two companions
Acompny each other in life
For after sorrow comes joy.
Sorrow makes us near to God
And we feel that we are sacred
It is the test of life
That we can trust and love others
That we are but a single soul
Sorrow is indeed a joy
Which unites us all.
Where there is sorrow
There must be joy
And it makes us smile and feel
the zeal of life
Joy is actually the celebration
To victory over the hard times.
Joy and Sorrow
are two sisters live in unison
And we always have one of them
For they are the companion of life.
Copyright © Md. Parwez Alam | Year Posted 2015
What lines of mine
can bind you into symmetry?
Can a fence stop a shout?
Silence, a light?
I watch you pass above my imagination.
My words can only lie here
and play at naming
your shifting shapes.
Copyright © Garth von Buchholz | Year Posted 2016