Sister Free Verse Poems

I watch as she sleeps,
the gentle rise and fall of her chest
making sure her breathing is rhythmic

Thoughts take me back years ago
when we were playmates...

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Remembering the frantic little boy with strawberry blond hair who didn't say boo

Nonverbal (though he could talk)
most of his responses
happened to be witnessed
as his characteristic
and...

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We all have inner and outer lives.
They’re messy, hopelessly intertwined, and more
than mere mannequins to hang our word-art upon.

I’m supported, in my unwritten life, by...

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I ain’t a porcupine 
I ain’t your sister
Come on boy
I’m running out of time mister

I been wanting you
For quite some time
Thinking of you now makes...

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Whenever she steps out-Hundred creepy eyes,
staring -hovering side to side,
she neglects, nowhere she can hide.
what can she do? gropers make an excuse,
she's open to the...

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I as Cherokee must take a stand,
  and say no more missing females from Native lands

Too many have gone missing through the years,
 ...

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There was once
a pink plaid elephant
whose trunk I kissed to sleep.
I won her fair and square—
a coloring contest,
Top Value Stamps.

She slept beside me
every night.
Her trunk,...

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Just as the elements within our lives are inevitable to intercede
There are also uncontrolled forces that have to circle the world
Pride, envy, gluttony, lust, sloth,...

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Each night after the evening meal
there was never a discussion
as to who would wash the dishes
and who would do the drying up.
My mother was the...

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"Ode to You"
You, the girl who learned to wear two worlds —
Nigeria braided into your roots,
England stitched into your stride.
A quiet voice that holds galaxies,
a...

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I got to have a shoulder to rest
My head when
I am tired
I got to grieve
The loss of my sister
That past away
I got to say thanks
To...

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this is a song about our daughter Megan, 
sad to say that she is in heaven, 
we think of her every day, and sad to...

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    Dear Father,
    
     I just wanted to write to you today to tell you...

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I wonder if Pops will lie out in his trademark bell-bottoms—faded denim flares that split the air like his cool, bending time, making room for...

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Dedicated to my dearest youngest sister,
Happy Birthday Lucy (May 31)

Age of novice years,
a glow of purity along
with a smile of innocence,
born with a tiny frame...

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