Sister Free Verse Poems

Hey sister moon,said brother tree
You come shining through 
Down on me
When midnight hands meet
Light their way
So they may see 

Hey brother tree,said sister moon
Take my...

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Nervous I sat,
waiting to be called.
I wasn’t sure what it was he said,
but it meant a lot to me.
Then I realized,
he was not talking to...

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The moment I laid eyes on you,
I knew I finally found God's perfection.
All the beauty He crafted and sculptured,
Created you without any correction.

I wonder if...

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Sit-upons that we wove together.
The troop activity. How many spots
will remember me?

The wicker basket and picnic blanket
woven into the amphitheatre. We,
my hubby and I,
cozied up,...

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She was back into my life after a long sejours 
how could I not welcome her at the table 
after so many suns and moons...

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Love what is love ,tell me tell me the truth
    Love is truth isn't it

   tell me what this is...

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I love the end of the day,
when the sun want to climb into bed.
The moon will be rising soon,
showing off it's big bright face.

 

The...

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Letter of the past,
Now a treasured piece,
Letter of gone years,
Now a keepsake.

She wrote it to show her love,
She wrote it to tell me how proud...

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Beneath the starry vault of memory, your voice lays down
Like a blanket of marble weathered by long-forgotten deities.
I've allowed my hopes to be gently polished
By...

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Eco fuels at home are warmly cherished,
obligation calls and duly heeded,
in the past a smokeless coal,
allied to peat briquette the norm,
a less than ideal medley...

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My brother calls me "Hammer Head"
Cause I eat Nails !
My sister calls me "Tacky"
Cause I eat Nails !
My friends call me "Spike"
Just because I eat...

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I’m in the residential dining hall with my suitemates Lisa and Sunny. We’re talking about sausages.

Why? Because April 30th is ‘National Sausage day.”
Someone mentioned that...

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In my dreams, 
you are always there,
Yet you never speak.

When you’re around,
The scent of blooming roses follows.
Is that why your presence feels so thorny?

Then I...

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The grandfather on my mother's side was a cheapskate. 
A real cheapskate.
One Christmas, he gave me a used paperback book.
Something like “Jimmy Plays Baseball.”
It was...

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My Maria, I feel you here with me
My Maria you were more than a friend yet I gain 
A sister I know longer have here,

My...

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