Sister Friendship Poems | Examples
These Sister Friendship poems are examples of Friendship poems about Sister. These are the best examples of Friendship Sister poems written by international poets.
friends that were born under the stars
one in noble family and another in the lowly class
Morgana as in the royal family of Camelot
and Gwen in the lowly ones in outskirts of capital
she never once looked down on her
treated her as a sister, a friend to kill someone for
fate always shows its fangs when the time is right
illegitimate daughter of the king and a witch in disguise
her biggest crime was to be born in that family
who hunts the magic worshipers, calling their existence a crime
to survive one must layout their plans carefully
so did she and planned to kill the father and beloved brother Arthur
who shall Gwen respond to?
Is it the cries on the outskirts of their friendship?
or be a sword for the man she is in love with
A wife to the prince of Camelot
so she made a quick assessment
defied all her relationship with Morgana
and stood in the court of justice to defend her husband
?? "Bestie Became Enemy"
Bestie became enemy, sharp like a knife,
I never thought you'd cut me out of your life.
I gave you my secrets, my soul, my trust,
Now all that's left is broken dust.
You knew my pain, you held my hand,
I thought you'd always understand.
But jealousy grew where love should stay,
And now your kindness fades away.
You smiled while you watched me fall,
Laughed behind every fake call.
The bond we had has lost its shine,
Your heart was dark, while I gave mine.
Now you smile with my worst enemy,
You cherish my pain, not what once set me free.
You've become a thorn, deep in my flesh,
Your presence no longer feels warm or fresh.
But I’ve learned the truth, I’ve seen the signs,
Not all sweet souls walk straight lines.
You were my sister, now you’re my test,
I let you go — and wish you the best.
As i write here.'
I hold freedom most dear.'
I value; all other writers too!
love me or hate me? Even debate me?
I will still be; even handed.. So over to youse.'
MY CHILDHOOD FRIEND
(by Michelle L. LeBlanc 03/16/2025)
Dedicated to Connie Steeves
Our friendship goes way back
I believe we were in grade 3?
In our brown and beige uniforms
At Lower Coverdale Christian Academy
At first, I hung out with your sister
But little did I ever know
That we would become much closer
And our friendship would surely grow
I remember you and your family
Would always sit in the second pew
Little did I know at that time
All the trouble you were going through
Despite it all, you found your smile
And we certainly had lots of fun
Especially in our teenage years
At Messiah Youth Mission, we sung
You always loved me so dearly
And for that I will never forget
Friends didn't come so easy for me then
But on your friendship, I could bet
Though we lost touch throughout the years
I'm so happy we found each other again
Oh how I love you so much
My dear, Connie, my oldest childhood friend
And now I have to say goodbye
Your friendship I will surely miss
Please know how much I love you
As our memories we reminisce!
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.
We may not see each other for years
But when we meet it is like meeting a favorite sister
We greet with warm hugs
Cannot stop talking
Have trouble taking turns
Some of our stories have already been told
On the phone
Or in text
But we tell them again
There is such comfort in watching the other’s face
As we laugh at the crazy things we have been doing
We usually sit in a restaurant with a lovely meal
Give the waitress a nice tip, for we stay four hours
Could it be that he sees me as more of a sister in spirit?
Could I even accept him being just my brother in spirit?
Could this mean we're not meant to be lovers, even a bit?
Night trains
People in the night and the daytime, just traveling, silent lives
No one talks, someone is reading a book, and others are playing on phones
Still others are engrossed in the daily news. Interesting community. Friendship
Every day, day by day, millions of people are traveling, going to work, church, or party
But not the same experience, or impressions, but the same views, melancholy, dream
Dead interactions? Yes, it’s that. The reason is the fear. It’s created psychologically.
Night trains. I love it more. Every people a sister or brother, but daytime also, but…
… something is different. But on the train, in a public community friendship is stopped.
Fear, inhibition. Fear from the psychology and law. Directness is punished.
Anti-humanistic science
It kills life, don’t be a human!
Hmm, there are answers
Brings it the trains of the science of dark.
Leeza, Lisa’s 14-year-old little sister, is anxious about the first day of school. She didn’t tell me that, I’m not sure 14-year-olds talk anymore.
Now that I’m almost 21, I can roll my eyes, like everyone else, and say, “Teenagers.”
Leeza’s a jingli, all-angles, taller than I am (when did THAT happen),
redhead who’s fast becoming a Lisa-like beauty.
School starts, for her, in 11 days and every piece of clothing she owns is draped across the furniture in her room, or the floor, as she organizes her skool outfits.
There’s a pile of rejected apparel in one corner - the outcasts -
and a stack of magazine cutouts showing the clothes she plans to buy.
I wondered into her room that afternoon and she watched
me suspiciously, like I might steal her nonexistent baby.
“These might go together,” I said, holding up a top and skirt as a combo.
She winced, involuntarily, as if exposed to something distasteful.
Apparently, I’m getting old and my teen-taste is attenuated or worse yet - past its expiration date.
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A song for this:
Houdini by Eminem [E]
–For Laura
Tandem means finally.
Latin wordplay.
But here it means mirroring
But not.
Cloning
But not
Having
a bosom friend,
A storm sister,
an exit buddy.
–From OJ
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Sophia
Fallen and broken
Once a kite of luminous splendour
Guided by the motherly wind of heaven
Broken everywhere, like a shattered mirror of light
Tossed back and forth on the ocean's ripples
Once a luna moth on the Pleroma's shore
Who saw her own light on the waves
Deceived by her own silvery allure
Soon the only-begotten sun
A child just seven days old
Saved his broken toy
His broken friend
And lost sister
Sophia
Today I’m thankful for friends…
There is a reason we should strive to make everyone we meet into our friend…
into our sister and our brother…
Because it is through friendship our creators meant to reveal
the beauty of each other
Those first two poems set me on a
course I'd never been, and sent me on
a journey that has taken me far above and beyond.
Both of those poems flowed like a river,
a river uninhibited, pure, and free. It was
my first attempt at writing poetry. That poem
had very little thought but was all heart and soul.
A friend was on the verge of a divorce,
and I wrote a poem to save his marriage.
I was speechless when he called me a poet.
I treasure the poem, but he was divorced.
A friend's sister was on her deathbed,
and I felt words forming in my heart and
soul; words as if being spoken by the dying
sister; words that became my second poem and
given to my friend's family. Indeed, it was a most
treasured poem among hundreds that followed.
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In the shadows, I feel the bonds grow,
Attachments so deep, emotions bow
Their absence sparks a flame
Love and friendship that lasts the same
As they depart their echoes remain
A harmony of separation pushes the heart in strain
The friendships true a love that is so dear
In my heart’s chambers, crystal clear
The fear of parting, a clouded sight,
I trust that God will provide the light
Through the trails unkind
I seek strength within my mind
In every farewell, a chance to restart,
Hope blooms within my delicate heart.
How wonderful it is, for her to have a sister.
Even while she is mistress to her own mister:
So dearly does she still miss her little sister,
Whom is so beloved, almost as her own daughter.
How wonderful it is, to be there for each other.
In all realms of heart, mind, soul: so tender.
So sincere they are, when spending time together.
Such a sisterly love, never truly fades, not ever.