Sister Death Poems | Examples
These Sister Death poems are examples of Death poems about Sister. These are the best examples of Death Sister poems written by international poets.
ALEXANDRIA
I came late to Jesus,
Got cancer before my time,
Watched my husband die,
Found my baby drowned.
What did I do wrong?
Followed His church’s way,
Never missed a Sunday mass,
Confessed my sins religiously.
Refused to hear the call
For contraception—
That was not God’s way.
I made Him a dozen babies.
Why’d he punish me?
My faith wasn’t always strong.
Still, I never strayed,
Took communion regularly.
I prepare myself to meet my Maker.
Doctor says I only have a day or two.
Jesus, come to me—
Save me from eternal void.
Categories:
christian, death, eulogy, family,
The women fell upon the bodies of the dead,
clearing blindfolds for one last look upon their face.
Shot, against a carmine wall, no matter how they pled.
So now they mourn them through a veil of blackened lace.
A mother presses lips upon a virgin son;
a bride, in bloodstained white, whispers; she is to be;
a sister screams, at smoking guns, what have you done?
A Captain brushes some cigar ash from his knee.
Categories:
death,
I carry you with me
Everywhere that I go.
In my eyes,
In my smile,
In the way I walk,
How I talk,
Even how I act and dress.
I am something of you merged,
Bits of what you were,
Pieces of what you are,
Snippets of what
..you could have been,
And as I continue,
I will become something of you never seen.
I carry you
In laugh and tears,
And memory and stories.
Most of all, I carry you
In my heart.
I carry you
As though you
Are part of me.
How lucky I should be
To carry you at all.
But how unfair it is all the same.
I shouldn't have to carry you at all.
You should be here,
Carrying your own
With me by your side
As it's always been.
Categories:
death, grief, loss, love,
I didn’t know you
and you didn’t know me
but our paths were meant to cross,
you see
I wear your shoes, but not your pain
I’ve been by your sister claimed
as family, how you once were
I wear your shoes
because of her
Categories:
death, remember,
Mother, father, you are the strange migrants who arrived before me, I see you moving away, for no home anywhere could complete us all, and strangely, now I am before you. Sister, brother, child, we never did know which way to go,
or from where we arrived from. A family history is no more nor less than a parable told to a raindrop, a poem written by the flashing rays of the sun. Familial lineage but a carnival carrousel spun by spawning glimmers in a hermit's cave.
As for lovers, they die before our eyes and are born again as other strangers. Love is the forever unknowable, and yet it knows us, it is the stranger who knows the stranger. Love holds a mirror up to an ever-changing sky and demands that our view in that looking glass stay the same, even though that sameness, is but a Mayfly in a thunderstorm. Eventually, eyes must quicken to see beyond the lightning bugs, humans have to get along with our alienness, even as we are born to quickly die before our eyes.
Categories:
death, poetry,
I saw my sister the other day,
I was kneeling in church where I pray,
Bible beneath me, my hands folded,
to God my words all unfolded.
"Please Jehovah here my prayer,
please don't listen to what they say,
their lies they flow through her veins,
an angel walks with you by mistake.
She was thrown to heaven before her time,
over the years she told me she cried,
that she was forced by a hand to take sides,
her dislike for me she said was required.
No one heard her whispers of pain,
No one heard her call my name,
She saw things as I did,
Her reaching out shut her lid.
Someday soon that lid will open,
I might be gone, I might be old,
that's what they're hoping,
but like the story of Jesus hers will be told.
I ask you Lord to help her find,
the wings she deserves,
to help her,
fly~~"
Categories:
betrayal, cry, death, grave,
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.
Categories:
death, bereavement, dedication, depression, little
Losing you was worse than heartbreak
17 years, i cannot comprehend
It hurt then and still does, while I mourn the loss of my soul sister
Your family is still my family, you refused to hear the truth,could have still turned it around
To say sorry, or even, "I'm happy I was mistaken" and I would have welcomed you back into my life
But you made that choice, a bad judgement call and refused to hear or accept the truth you didn't want,
True colours and character showed of a person I no longer recognised, I miss the you I knew
I lost a sister, a friend, an ally
And I still dont know which loss hurts the most.
Categories:
absence, betrayal, death of
It was evening when you went away,
I wondered where did you go.
While your twin sister was left cooing,
and playing with her toes.
Come along kids they told us,
don’t worry, nothing is wrong.
But I saw the tears on their cheeks,
as they hurried us along.
I heard them say you gave no warning,
no crying or gasping for a final breath.
I thought that you were just sleeping,
I did not understand the meaning of death.
A few days later they told me,
that off to heaven you flew.
I was mad that you never even said goodbye,
Or asked me to go with you.
I was so young when you left us,
but I still hold the memory of you within.
Even after they put you in the dark earth,
and no one ever talked about you again.
Categories:
death,
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
Categories:
death, grief, i miss
A father calls about the grand hall for his daughters.
His premonitions serve him well, as Ana answers in due time.
He tells her to tell her sisters that they are going to
England, to visit their cousins. King George V found them
to be pompous, a decision he'll later regret.
WWI was spreading talks before they returned home.
King George V of Great Britain and Tsar Nicholas II of
Russia himself were on one hand, and Kaiser Wilhelm II
of Germany on the other – were first cousins? Their
grandmother was Queen Victoria.
All suffered great losses, but the Romanoff's suffered the
most. They lost their crowns and were imprisoned for a
long time. Later, they were led to a basement of chairs,
as they closed the door. Bolsheviks burst in, and after a
small speech, Ana held the older sister Olga as they fired
their pistol into the Romanoff's family and their doctor.
Categories:
death, history, life,
Dear Birthday Girl,
Everyone is so excited
everyone is planning
everyone is getting ready
Everyone is waiting
Waiting for you to come.
But do you want to come?
do you actually want to go to your party?
do you want everyone to see you?
Do you really want to celebrate?
Celebrate what?
It is wrong to celebrate the accomplishments
it is wrong to celebrate the milestones
it is wrong to celebrate this new age
It is wrong to celebrate this day
This day that is full of sadness.
I will always remember the sun shining
i will always remember the leaves falling
i will always remember the grass swaying
I will always remember the white car
The white car that lost control.
It stopped at our car
it stopped at the left side
it stopped at Mom's seat
It stopped Mom's heartbeat.
Categories:
death, 11th grade, birthday, car,
My father's heart beats beneath the baseboards
of my chest
What scares me isn't the furnace inside it
It isn't all the hate and ignorance
It shuffles on its cane
Buh bump
Buuuuuuh bump
Buhbump
Dragging slowly, out of time
Learned it from his dad,
He told me.
Maybe his uncle
Maybe his brother
Maybe his grandfather
Maybe his sister
Maybe his nephew
"We got weak hearts son" he said
"I found my father holding hands with his and that's how you'll find me, too."
I ran.
I couldn't find him like that.
I put my ear to my son's chest every day.
Categories:
angst, anxiety, death, father,
Nobody prepares you
For life after a loss.
All the words are the same
But they don't tell you it's hard.
They expect you to know
That waking up is weighed with guilt.
They don't warn you
About the fear of forgetting.
They don't know what it's like
Moving on with nothing left
To remember the lost by.
Everyone grieves with us
But it may be easier for them.
At least they have
More to hold onto
Other than a memory.
And while memories are special;
While we lucked out with pictures...
I won't ever get to say:
"It was my sisters" again.
I can't say, "My mom gave it to me."
Everything that belonged
And all that she gave
Has been lost to the flames.
All I have now
Is a resemblance
That will change
As I grow older
While they stay
17 and 43
Forever.
Categories:
death, grief, hurt, i
In shadows deep, where silence weeps,
A heart once bold, now quietly sleeps.
My brother, dear, with dreams untold,
Faced a world that felt so cold.
In mirrors, he searched for who to be,
A dance between truth and what others see.
In the light of dawn, he sought to find
The pieces of self, intertwined, unconfined.
Each struggle, each tear, a story to share,
A journey through pain, a breath of despair.
Yet in the night, he found his grace,
A spirit unbroken, a gentle embrace.
In shadows deep where silence weeps,
A brother’s heart, a sister keeps,
Through tangled paths, your truth unfurled,
A journey brave in a shifting world.
Each whispered doubt, each tear concealed,
A struggle fought, yet love revealed,
In every scar, a story spun,
A bond unbroken, two lives as one.
Though time moved on, and seasons changed,
Your spirit soared, yet felt estranged,
In memory’s embrace, you still reside,
Forever cherished, my heart’s great guide.
So here I stand, with love so deep,
In memories cherished, your soul I keep,
For in the dance of life, and dreams that soar,
You are my sister, forevermore.
Categories:
america, bereavement, death, discrimination,