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.
My baby's never got to be insecure.
Truth is he is the only one I want to nurture.
My neighbours are just my found family.
My only friends where I live here really.
My home girl is more like a mother figure,
My former home boy was like a father figure,
My two friends are each more like a brother,
My other gals are just each like a sister.
My building is where I feel the least lonely.
My love is why I am now even more happy.
My life is not always the most lovely.
My homies are the ones who make it lively.
My love life is so much better than before.
My love loves me back like it isn't a chore.
Even as I spend time with them, I'll love him,
For with him, life will never again feel grim.
One of my poetic friends has disappeared
I have not heard from her for a couple of years
She lived alone, was alienated from her sister
Their parents were gone
Is she okay? What happened to her?
I reached out to another poet
One who used to collaborate with her
He said his emails stopped being answered
It is curious how our friends can disappear
without any explanation at all
missing
but not forgotten
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.'
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?
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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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.
He's funny, he's cute,
He wears a weird suite,
He giggles and chatters and talks to me,
I think he's saying, 'Hello Phoe',
His eyes are red,
His nose; two little black dots on his sweet little head,
His ears two fluffy clouds,
He is very loud,
He doesn't want my sister,
He doesn't want my brother,
He only wants me,
And definitely no other,
He's a Guinea pig,
Called Hedwig.
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!
Life doesn’t always go according to plan
I know you will always be by my side
Need you as a soup sister in my life
Let’s hope we meet for real one day
Always supporting me on and off soup
Nothing is too much trouble for you
Expert advice, I appreciate you so much
Oh flesh of many colors,
brothers all are we,
placing the Holy Spirit
above us on our knees.
No matter what we’re labeled
by those who sell a grace,
when names and slogans start to fly,
be calm and hold your place.
A yearning, kindly human heart
is only satisfied
through service to our Father,
not willful selfish pride.
Attitudes need adjustment
for loving, patient deeds:
objective understanding
not subjective, deceiving creed.
Oh flesh of many colors,
sisters all are we.
Beyond the ego, church, and flag,
the truth becomes a plea.
Wow! Please do count yourself
exceedingly blessed!
You need not meet their requisites,
to pass a friendship test.
They allow you a fragrant, flowered
leeway.
It’s not the ice cold, rock hard,
pavement of “their”way!
Respect means giving your sister
or brother, expressive room.
Not sealing them like death, in a “my
ideas only, allowed” tomb.
Friends, we seem to think, are there for
us to hurt?
You will feel their absence terribly, when
the friendship bubble, you burst!
11/18/2022
Sister
You are a gift.
You are a brilliant,
beautiful flower.
You are a rose in the garden.
You are a vivid,
and intense color,
unique among all others.
I see you.
You are a presence...
an emotion moving like music.
You are a perfume.
My new sister...
You make me laugh,
you hold me up.
You give me so much more,
then you take. (or accept)
I can never give back...
half of the kindness,
thoughtfulness,
and love...
you have so readily
given.
I look forward to our life...
Your brother is a good man,
and I have gained,
a family.
A real...
family.
Sister Hazel
Miracle Man
6/19/2022
You’re one whom others feel they can depend,
and everything we’d search for in a friend.
Our friendship for quite some time has existed,
and often we speak of those you’ve assisted.
We’ll appreciate you Sister Hazel all our days,
for not being pretentious in your ways.
You’re one of the kindest people we’ve met,
and with you “what we see, is what we get”.
“It takes a long time to grow an old friend.”
John Leonard