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.
In the course of the events of man,
a boy grown old could never understand.
There was no more light, no more curl
in the events of an insect and a girl -
the boy, now gone, and the tot he couldn't save -
events, a boy, light, a girl, gone.
inspired by "After Watching 'The Grave of the Fireflies'" , the poem, in double quotes by the author of this poem, the film, italicized, in single quotes, directed by Isao Takahata
In the course of the events of man,
a boy grown old could never understand.
There was no more light, no more curl
in the events of an insect and a girl -
the boy, now gone, and the tot he couldn't save,
forgotten like a lonely firefly grave.
Lillies placed upon your chest,
beneath the earth you're laid to rest.
I visit with tears to heal my soul,
they water the soil that's black as coal.
The earth is moving beneath my feet,
Your lillies have popped up from beneath.
I smile and take a refreshing breath,
The lillies have grown from your chest.
Straight from the womb and your heart,
You gave the lillies a good start.
We are strong and bold and beautiful,
My tears reached your soul it's undisputable.
In thy untroubled ashes may our distance be light.
We live in one another still.
In the final moments of the cosmic rapture,
when the armada of flames subsided,
there stood the last defiance against Father Time.
A treacherous sea, beautiful and terrible as the dawn.
No solid surface, a ghost of the cosmos.
Internal pressure, yielding storms of diamonds.
A cold-hearted sentinel.
Restless, yet stubborn.
No sister planets,
no neighboring galaxies.
Only cruel immortality.
So, you have chosen to endure.
This eternal silence, this tomb of stardust and ash.
You shall suffer in silence.
What glorious purpose awaits you, O’ Neptune?
Insolent child, how dare you defy fate.
You should’ve let yourself fall quietly asleep.
Yet, in this forever blackness,
what poor, pitiful orbit do you take—
to justify this act of providence?
I heard an old Irish refrain
rising to make my heart long,
bringing me some kind of solace
and kinship in a sad song.
Tree climbing to where I belong -
by God, I have Irish roots -
Roddy McCorley, breathing
my dead last breath in my boots.
I’ll reunite with my sister -
see her in heaven so sweet,
buying fresh cockles and mussels,
my Molly Malone to meet.
But let us not rush to judgement -
just like Tim Finnegan said,
I’m not ready for the Devil.
Don’t you decide that I’m dead.
When young
my sister died
while walking home from school.
Will never forget mom's screaming,
that day.
My Dad
so suddenly,
left this world ... Mom was slow,
I watched her fade away from me,
still weep.
Baby,
boy was born dead.
I held him to my heart,
he never took a breath of life,
why God.
My Love
my heart and soul.
You were struggling with life,
haunted until you crashed your car,
why God.
Grandma,
you lived till old,
leaving me special gifts,
of storytelling and writing,
thank you.
"O will you let me visit
the land of light and air
for just one day, to comfort
my friends and family there?
My mother must be weeping
against the courtyard door;
my sister goes in mourning:
though young, she sings no more;
my brother’s face is ashen,
and sorrow’s all his care;
my father’s age is withered
by grief too great to bear."
"No, girl, you may not visit
that land of light and air;
once come to this dark valley,
you’ve got no business there.
Your mother at her window
gossips of the town;
your sister’s plaiting ribbons
to deck her wedding gown;
your brother and his comrades
make long plans as they dine;
your father’s in the tavern,
smiling at the wine."
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Though you invited me after my begging,
You soon after had begun your shedding
Of soul from body that was suffering.
They saw you sat up, almost death-defying.
Your older sister told me you really loved me,
I know you did, but you could never fully see
The reasons why I will always simply be
A woman who just wants to live a life so free.
I saw you, lifeless, cold, I came to say bye.
I stood before you, secretly wondering why,
(Why now, why does it feel too soon) I cry.
Even when gone, your little smile is unshy.
I know everyone you knew loved you so,
But I loved you most, I'm unsure I can let go.
I feel I'm not special, our bond was though.
Your love for me always helped me grow.
Preciously gathering each rose petal
Younger sister’s funeral come to an end
The depth of pain unbearable
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
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.
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.
Hi Friends
Sorry to inform you that my elder sister died of a stroke on 24th September. It has been a shock for me and the family and I am taking a few days off from Poetry Soup. So, I won’t be able to read your poems or respond to your comments.
the cemetery was hushed
with stained-colored leaves drifting
and praying moss drapped angels
weeping in the falling rain
I walk the winding dirt path
past old graves with worn markers
the names invisible now
and have fallen into ruin
I stop at many well loved
with flowers and tokens left
yes, the love is still alive
proving death is but a door
then, our grave, my place of tears
my baby and sister dust
and the bones of mom and dad
decay .... to my knees sobbing
My dear sister
How I miss you so much
Your sweet essence
Would always touch my heart
Your hugs of love
What a wonder of feeling it
Hearing your beautiful laugh
Was your signature autograph
Endlessly makes everything
Look like a still photograph
The kindness of your words
Was like hearing the songbirds
Your smile
Lasted a roman mile
Life without you
Is a Lilly without a nile
A picture hung upon the parlour wall
Of a brother I'd never met at all
Tony was the eldest child in the nest
Loved, cherished, by parents truly blessed.
Sadly Tony had lived for just four years
His passing left enormous grief and tears
Though I'm one of five sisters, ever dear
How I wish that my brother was still here.
We’d visit the grave often on Sundays
Where sweet smelling flowers each sister laid
We all said prayers asking the Holy One
To gently care for our brother and son.
Now Tony’s sitting on my parlour wall
And my sisters, so that I can recall
The memories we made along life's way
Though none of Tony, so sorry to say.
I often wonder how life would have been
If my brother had remained on the scene.