Best Sisterme Poems
Etched in my heart,mind and soul `til i see you again
from time to time it`s hard to refrain
a little tear when i think of you
and all the things we used to do.
Your kindness and personality does live on
even so,Shirl you have gone
you have a daughter that has everything you had
your looks and manorisms, makes me so glad.
It`s a pleasent reminder that when you were here
such a comfort,that makes me feel near
to you whenever i do feel down
it lifts up my mood my spirits and frown
R.I.P. Shirley Asprey x ( My sister )
Sister, you left me without saying goodbye
And lived your life in a wink and a sigh
Born in the spring with a short season to give
I lost you in the fall leaving a long winter to outlive
You taught me love and held me close in my grief
I'm wishing we had never put our faith in false belief
Nothing could harm us as we sought out love
When you were gone, something I could barely speak of
I miss your presence even more today
On your birthday, this Easter Sunday
I have only to hope and pray
And wonder about the woman you would have become
Lend me your strength not to succumb
To sadness, yet whisper to me to go on and grow
So I carry you with me wherever I go
You're there in my dreams and never really apart
Now you can finally take flight and know heaven's heart
You are my April angel that will never depart
Darlene my dear sister of mine,
as I was growing up, we had our
ups and downs, but we also had
a lot of fun and good times.
You were my only sister,
and my hero, I looked up to you.
Whenver I needed to ask you
a question a straight answer is
what I got back. Teasing you as you
brought home a boyfriend, is what
little brothers are supposed to do.
Making you so mad, that you would
scream at the top of your lungs,
and chase me all over the house,
to try and kill me.
We had a deal, whenever we
bought 6 pack of Pepsi,
brother Darrell, you and me,
each got 2 bottles,
me being very greedy
would always steal one
or more of yours, it was
like that bottle of Pepsi
was a chunk of gold or
something, you would again
chase me all over the house to
try and kill me once more.
Our Sunday afternoon walks
uptown met so much to me,
that you will never know
how precious those times were,
now many miles separate us
my dear sister, but I am
still loving you and missing you
very much, but this poem is for you,
to let you know, how I really felt
about you and still do, those were
very special days of long ago.
Written 5-24-11
You offended my shape
I don’t know if you meant it
After a couple of days
You smiled to me
I looked away
Your smile was so true, was so full of truth
But still
I looked away
Today…
You fought with me about something
Concerning decorations
And offended my traits and habits
Then you, yourself developed a nasty habit
The habit of looking at people
But being blind to look at yourself
I advised you
Apply your advice to yourself, before saying it to me
Then again, you whispered to your other sister
And by that you’re disobeying prophet Mohammad
You ignored me carelessly and taught your sister
A bad habit
Again and again
How pathetic are you I thought…
Then now, you come to me
And give me a candy, I took it
You spoke: I love you
I ignored you and wished if you said:-
You’d never do it again
Life constantly changes
A white day could
Suddenly turn black
But no matter what happens
I know my little bird’s got my back
I keep her in my pocket
She chirps and she sings
She shades me from the scorching Light of Day
With her gilded wings
And when the Cold Night comes
She keeps me company
She rests next to my pillow
As we share our dreams
My little bird hates those Cages
She’s as free as she can be
When she’s
Flying
And soaring
Out there with me
Sometimes I can’t seem to comprehend
Why my little bird feels upset
When all I’ve given her
Is the best she could ever get
I guess I was wrong
To think my little bird would always be there
It seems to me
That her heart belongs elsewhere
What an awful person I would be
To ask her to stay
To plead to her
To cry to her
And beg her not to leave
I guess it’s safe to say
We’ll still be under the same sky
If my little bird wants to leave
Who am I to ask her why?
So fly away little birdie
And spread your charm
Your distance might hurt me at first
But it will do me no permanent damage or harm
For I am certainly sure
That this is what you need
A perfect Escape
A new life to lead
Your colorful feathers
Are what I’d mostly miss to see
I love you little birdie
That’s why I am setting you free
To a place far away from me
A place where I shall become Nothing
But a crumbled photograph
In your vague memory
Never forget me my little bird
Nor the memories we had
The only thing that keeps me going
Is the Fact
That you are no longer sad
So fly away little birdie
And spread your charm
Your distance might hurt me at first
But it will do me no permanent damage or harm-
What's happened to my sister?
She seems to be quite mad
Once she was so happy
Now she is so sad.
Suddenly she announced
"I want to be a millionaire,
But to make happen
I must become a practitioner.”
Of some such thing as NLP
Or other mind changing stuff.
But can’t she see it hasn’t worked
And we’ve all had enough.
What’s happened to my sister?
She didn’t use to be this way.
Maybe aliens arrived from Space
And took her off one day.
The person that they left behind
Is someone else entirely,
Not someone nice like Cheryl Cole
or even tiny Kylie.
What’s happened to my sister?
She didn’t used to drink
But now I know she’s had too much
From the glasses in the sink.
All she talks to me about is
Money cars and shoes,
But it all bores me senseless
And I’d rather watch the news.
What’s happened to my sister?
I think she is quite lonely.
I hope one day she’ll realise
That all her friends are phoney.
And whilst she lives her other life,
Her family will wait.
But if she doesn’t hurry up
It could be far too late.
And she cried
Tears burning down her face
With eyes blazing into me
Tearing me into halves
And I remembered—
Looking down at myself in the pool
Where she opened the window a thousand times
To wave to me, Goodnight
“I love you lul” she shouted
“I love you too” I replied
Going to sleep
I woke up and sat on my desk
She came to me again
Kissed me on the cheek
“I love you lul” she spoke
“I love you too” I replied
Going upstairs, sitting on my laptop
She came to me again and again and……again
I love you lul, I love you lul
Those words that uttered in my ear
That made up my day
Just as she came to kiss me again on the cheek
“Don’t” I said, “Your voice is fading, and you may infect me”
“But….”she replied “I’m not sick, I’m not sick”
“No you are!” “Get away from me!”
As I sent her away, with tears dripping down her face “I loved you lul”
She cried, after all she’s a nine year old kid, she must cry
I went to her bed, found her crying still
“Don’t cry 7bibi Juju” I uttered “I love you, don’t cry”
She clang to my shirt and hugged me
Tears still streaming down her face “I love you lul”
But those were tears of happiness, of delight
“I love you too” I spoke
No matter what you are going through
No matter how high the mountain
Or small the hill
I will be right by your side
Leave you…I will never will
I wish I could be there with you
But in my thoughts, I am next to your side
Although miles separate us
In my mind I can see your smiling face
This battle you are fighting
I am beside you every step of the way
I am praying for God
Just to take it all away
If you feel me holding your hand
That is because I am
If you feel me holding you
My arms are wrapped around you as tight as I can
I know it’s never enough to say I’m sorry
I never meant to make you cry
Or make you say those things that tore Me up inside.
Sometimes I let my anger get the best of me and a monster is released, So please
Don’t take it personally.
I feel bad for every time I was rude to you
And I know a poem can’t make up for anything
But I’m hoping that maybe you’ll forgive me
When I was growing up, TV was all the rage
You'd read the weekly guide from page to page.
One of the shows that was never to be missed
"The Honeymooners", where Alice always ended up being kissed.
"Bang, Zoom, to the Moon Alice", Ralph would say
Then realizing what a jerk he was, he would always have to pay.
I remembered that line because I had a sibling - female
One girl amongst five boys made her all too often wail.
Being closest to me in terms of age
She always wanted to tag along, which put me in a rage.
My mother used to say to me more times than less
"You have to treat your sister like a little Princess".
Remembering all the times she made me mad
I got an inspiration that I thought wasn't bad.
One day my sister, whom I love so dear
Went crying to my mother...with "Crocodile tears".
So I was prepared for that eventful tryst
Like Ralph...shaking my hand and raising my fist.
And when my mom would her favorite line festoon,
I answered back...
"One day Mom, that little Princess is gonna be the Queen of the Moon!"
Watching as a loved sibling slips away,
I bring up happy memories we own.
I wonder why I am the one to stay.
Resentful of the passing of each day,
at times connected only by the phone,
watching as a loved sibling slips away.
I notice his black hair has turned to gray,
as he says he is chilled unto the bone.
I wonder why I am the one to stay.
To save him there’s no price I wouldn’t pay.
His going leaves me that more all alone,
watching as a loved sibling slips away.
In trying my deep grief not to display
I keep my features immobile as stone.
I wonder why I am the one to stay.
Falling at last upon my knees to pray
I ask He hear me from His mighty throne.
Watching as a loved sibling slips away,
I wonder why I am the one to stay.
my earliest memory is when I was three
for I tried to run away from home you see
my sisters used to call me names and tease
laugh at me if I fell on my knees
they thought it was funny picking on someone small
but I did not see the funny side at all
but these painful childhood memories I choose not to recall
as if they never happeend at all
I forgive you and I forget
and my birth I do not regret
so it does not matter what they said or did
for back then they were just a kid
God has a purpose for me
His true Love set me free from thee
so I forgive all the things that you do
and may peace always be with you.
inspired by Danielle Whites' my earliest memory contest.
An amber light from a flower lamp,
Shrouds the room,
With a missing a petal,
The 75 watts bulb pierces it like a stigma,
There's an old mattress lying on the floor,
The brown cold floor with the smell of cement,
A purple bed sheet and a smelly old duvet,
It’s got flowers as part of its decor, too,
The room is full of furniture and artifacts,
Carrying impressions of flowers,
There’s an old mosquito net, you can tell it was once white,
It’s got a few holes, big enough for my head,
A man, he is boy when sleeping, is curled up inside,
He doesn’t snore, but he grinds his molars,
I know how the air between his enamel feels;
To be under a strange force,
The boy is thin and brief, but not inconsequential,
Like an ampersand.
The mosquitoes and ants woke me up,
Maybe it was the conditioner in my hair,
Or the sugar spilled on the cold cement,
He didn’t bother to sweep,
Some superstition about night and sweeping,
The cement does not know how the strokes would feel,
I know how fast careless strokes feel,
There’s a pregnant cockroach that is eating his finger tips,
I let the mother nourish herself,
Explore his skin with its antenna.
I smelt fish on his hands,
And lips.
He turns on his back and exposes his black skin,
Impressions of ribs and pelvic bone,
The anopheles dances on my skin,
I let it suck life out of me,
Careful not to interrupt,
There’s another pain superior to the bite,
It’s kept me awake for hours,
As I let another proboscis takes a part of me.
The boy sleeping under the mosquito net,
Will wake up in the morning,
Find me curled up next to his arm,
Smiling, he will tell me under the bad breath,
'You see, I told you it would be easy'.
I call you my sister, but you are more than that;
You are my other half.
You complete my heart just the way you are,
Except sometimes when you drive the car.
I say I’m weak, you say I’m strong;
I’d be nothing if you were gone.
You told me once, you told me twice to take a chance in life.
You are supportive and outgoing,
Creative and loving.
You are unpredictable and never have a banal mood.
It never crossed my mind that I would eat cat food.
You are ubiquitous in my life,
Just like Jesus Christ.
You are strong willed and independent,
Courageous and intelligent.
You gave me your trust
And I proved it when we survived through the purple mush.
You are not feo like my mayo;
Never living in the ghetto.
You are by my side constantly helping me understand the things I can’t quite
comprehend.
Everything with us is competition, winning is your ambition.
It was smart of us to go to Mission Interact,
But we probably shouldn’t have kept that stray cat.
You always stand up for me;
Never backing down with uncertainty.
You continue to fight for what you believe in
Like the debate with fried chicken.
Every time we are together
We always get in trouble one way or another.
You live life to the fullest
Sometimes it is like dodging bullets.
Although I will never forget the quote you live by:
“To be old and wise first you have to be young and stupid”
She listened to me; sometimes I had to talk all night.
She was my ears when I read late with a forbidden light
And my father’s snores were the signal that all was well,
That we needn’t fear the sudden steps that were his frightening tell.
She watched for me when I ran in the night to break free of the strain;
She waited for me to return back home; she would open the window pane.
She watched and waited and listened and prayed and hoped and gave.
She was my ears, my eyes, my help, my friend, she was so brave.
In later years she became my memory for all of those I lost.
In later years she drifted away and I have always rued the cost.
She was my sister, my person, my touchstone, my courage, my hope.
Her name is Diane.
I pray we meet again.