Sibling Friendship Poems | Examples
These Sibling Friendship poems are examples of Friendship poems about Sibling. These are the best examples of Friendship Sibling poems written by international poets.
I was speaking to a friend
She said nothing had changed
But her eyes revealed
That nothing was the same
I stood looking at my friend
I had known since just a child
She indicated with her hand
That we should sit for a while
I was sitting with the friend
Who had stood by me through thick and thin
I tried to dismiss my feelings
But misgivings pushed their way up again
I felt anxious for this friend
Who had gifted me her heart
It was a lifelong friendship
That could not be torn apart
I respected the silence of a friend
A sibling from a different place
Regardless of the voiceless dilemma
Our friendship would survive unconquered and safe
He welds and melts, pours and molds
In his "Conversations with My Soul"
He smooths the rough steel of syllables
Into a "Portrait" graced by his "Play on Words"
Unrolling "Scenes from a Countryside" to "That Starry Night"
Whether "October Skies" or "In November" "Moonlight"
So, "If Ever I Don't Know"
which way my adjectives should go
when wandering "A Starry Galaxy"
I follow the "Sinuous Melody"
To cross the river and climb the boulder
While tapping "Gently on the Shoulder"
He finds summer in "A Piece of Winter"
As a friend, brother and mentor
He is welcoming, and when reading your poem
His comments are "To You Alone"
And if you come to say
"I Needed Wings Today"
He will weave lines in a "Distinct Ballet"
As if "It Came Upon a Prophecy"
And not from some stifled "Academy"
Dear John, please continue to "Compose"
Even when "Getting Old is Getting Old"
Without your gift
We are "Too Soon Bereft"
The "Verbal Miracles" you perform
Show how "All of Life is a Poem"
You have been my friend
my artistry sibling,
"And I Am Grateful".
12/20/23
The Lost Doll Contest
Sponsored by: Charles Messina
Placed 2nd
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Barbie was its name…
To me how it came…
Difficult to proclaim!
By its side, I used to sit,
Leaving it not for a bit…
This, I promptly admit!
Call it not a doll, it’s my plea…
In it I found an innocent glee;
It was almost a sibling to me!
It was the month of May;
My cousins from Bombay,
Visited us for their short stay!
With my Barbie, they all played;
Their hands on it they all laid;
Cut it into pieces with a blade!
And threw it into a river, I was told;
My anger then was uncontrolled;
And till now, I am left unconsoled!
My dearest kindred spirit
the day we first encountered
each other
you were a treasure sent from God
like a guardian angel sent from above
and you had a heart as pure
as the golden sand on Small Hope Bay
we formed a very magical bond
so deep that our souls
were knitted together from birth
unconditionally despite our flaws
We were close to each other
like David was to Jonathan
always encouraging each other
to anchor our souls
to our Lord and Savior
and lifting each other
in prayers and blessings
even though at certian times
on our journey
where the sharpening
of each other's iron
felt like refiner's fire
Although I am sometimes
still heartbroken by your departure
like the balmy breezes of summer
transitioning into the blues of winter
you will always hold
a very magical place in my life
as my Jonathan and my eternal sibling
and I hope that our Father
will someday reunite us
together again
to showcase his glory through us
Somebody I could count on
Interested in architecture
Best at making mashed potatoes
Loved by his family
Immersed in reading mysteries
No matter what was said we made up
Greatly missed
You laugh at all my jokes, ‘
even the ones that are not funny.
You listen to my troubles,
making them your own.
You know my words,
before I speak,
my actions before their taken.
You are not offended,
at my laugh.
You know my song,
but continue still to listen.
God must have put you here,
right here, in my path,
as I am not good with direction.
He knew I needed …
An Abbott to my Costello,
A green cherry to my fruit cake,
An Angel in the dark,
A Hero without a cape,
A bright light, in the madness.
The parent I never had,
the sibling that I missed,
the companion,
the ally
a true friend.
Each day standing
tall in my shadow.
Eternally, ceaselessly there…
supporting, and cheering me on.
I am grateful.
I could be in edge the of death, but still come alive,
I could skip a beat, but still survive.
The clouds could fall out of the sky,
The oceans could disappear, and all turn dry
The world might change and reborn again,
But you will be friend,
You will be pride.
When all my despairs cloud by,
When all my anxieties suppress me by,
When all my sorrows take my side,
When all my worries make me sigh,
I remember you all with a shudder,
You are my friend,
You are my pride.
Those endless times you made me smile,
Those memories you gave me and went by,
Those silly fights and sentimental cries,
Those crazy laughter that roared by,
Makes me feel loved and blessed,
You are my friend,
You are my pride.
Sometimes you have been a sibling,
Sometimes you have been a healer ,
Sometimes a harsh teacher,
Sometimes a helping guide,
Sometimes a bundle of surprise,
Sometimes blunt enough to make me realize,
Sometimes a companion lending a shoulder to cry,
Sometimes my sole reason to smile.
I will cherish you until I breathe this life,
Because you are my friend,
YOU are my pride.
for Nancy
History does not repeat herself?
Oh Yes, She does... She sent me
a sister from other lifetimes, a gift
ungifted in ordinary timelines.
A motherless child needs a sibling
waif, gifted in place with canvas and paint
to my paper and ink, to heal in part
the wounded heart,
and, even more, She settled the score
with best surprise: patrician beauty
in the physical guise, conjoining
with impunity positive and negative:
AB and O, as in the blood so to speak,
a fortuitous mix unlikely to re-
peat, and destined to meet-- the Giver
not given to common conceit.
You are the sibling of Darkness
Only representing all friendliness
but you're mistaken too much
You surround me with a clutch
You hide from liberation
But you somehow form your recreation
You extinguish my fear
and make things very, very clear.
A rewrite of the previous,,after reading it again the one before this,,, I felt it was sending the wrong message,,,,,,at first to me it was what I wanted to say about my make believe sister,,,,,,only that the lines I wrote, could be mis-construed to another meaning.
She is a dream girl, sibling, I never had.
Not to sexy, or even beautiful to see,
She is not exactly good or even bad.
She is just my fantasy, designed for me.
Not to sexy, or even beautiful to see,
She is mostly happy, hardly ever sad.
She is just my fantasy, designed for me.
She has no mother, not even a dad.
She is mostly happy, hardly ever sad.
Impossible you say, this could never be,
She has no mother, not even a dad.
A dream girl as my sister, oh gee.
Impossible you say; this could never be.
Though it is true, she is my abnormal fad.
A dream girl as my sister, oh gee.
What I always wanted, since I was a lad,
Though it is true, she is my abnormal fad.
She is not exactly good or even bad.
What I always wanted, since I was a lad,
She is a dream girl, sibling, I never had.
By Cecil Hickman
Written for
Sponsor Paula Swanson
Contest Name Pantoum
A person who enhances your life,
Knowing your accord and your strife.
Respecting both for the individual they compose,
Always watchful for threats of foes.
The sibling not born of your clan,
But knows you like the back of a hand.
Someone who knows your thoughts before they happen,
A relationship most can’t even imagine.
No sea or continent can keep you apart,
Refuse the distance and look straight to the heart.
Here you will find the person you seek,
The voice inside will remind you things aren’t so bleak.
Through joy and sorrow, pleasure and pain,
The true friend is one who will always remain.
For my Other Sister … The Jewel
Set in our Family Crown
My Other Sister … The Jewel
Whose Heart Sparkles … All Around
With All of Her Witty, Hi-Jinx
And Jokes and Playing Silly
And how Her Mind Thinks …
This Sibling … is like me Really
Has a Heart, as Open as The Sky
She is as Sweet, as Wild Honey
The Mirrors to Her Soul … ‘Are’ in Her Eyes
… So Deep and Clear ; Warm and Sunny …
I’ve called Her, Bunny-Bunny …
( but, Oh, how She Disdains, that Nick-name )
But, She’s so Cute and Cuddly
( and I still Think of Her, in that Vein )
As my Only Sibling Now … The Jewel Really Shines
Remaining Set … in Our Loving Family Line
I Love You, Sis … You Are One of A Kind …
The Sparkling Jewel … Sister of Mine ….
Happy is the day a baby is born.
Happy are the parents of a new born.
Happy are the siblings of the new born.
Happy are the relatives to the family.
Happy are friends and well wishers.
Happy is everyone who appreciates God's Gifts.
It is wonderful to experience parenthood.
It is wonderful to experience sibling rivalry.
It is wonderful to have an inclusion to the family.
It is wonderful to have someone to love.
It is wonderful to have someone to love you.
It is wonderful to celebrate procreation.
Today you remember your coming to the world.
Today your parents remember your first word.
Today your siblings rejoice with you.
Today your relatives celebrate with you.
Today friends and well wishers appreciate you.
Today everyone felicitate with you.
Here comes a day for you to be really happy.
Be lost in the celebration of Goodness.
I remember the day
I heard you died,
I remember just how hard
that I cried.
My heart ached more
then I felt it could be,
Just by knowing you
were not here with me.
Even though you have
gone away,
The memories of you
are here to stay.
You were like a
sibling should be,
Now you are a guardian
angel to me.
We have poems that make us really different from one another;
You already mastered the rhyme, whilst I‘m still trying to discover.
I have played several times, with this cute little haiku,
While you, deeply, longing to amaze its twin sibling senryu.
And yet, without doubt, we all meet everyday on this central stage,
Where you, un-selfishly, spreading yourself on this blank page.
While my complicated thoughts are being stocked in deep confusion,
Because I am undecided yet, in what form I must uncover my passion.
For not only you, who suffer in this so-called un-poetic indigestion;
But indeed, happy are those who continue sharing their poetic vision.