Long Siblings Poems
Long Siblings Poems. Below are the most popular long Siblings by PoetrySoup Members. You can search for long Siblings poems by poem length and keyword.
Grief in Mourning
The price of love is grief, so it's been said
There's nothing can tear the magnetic thread
Love's a bond that ties one to another
Parents, siblings, friends and lifetime lovers.
Though we’re aware in death we come apart
It's tough moving on when we've lost dear hearts
We’ll ofttimes hear them, feel their presence too
Our memories will always guide us through.
People that we love shape the who we are
When gone they'll shine in our hearts alike stars
If you spot white feathers fall from above
They're from angels in heaven sent with love.
24th April 2021
Grief in 12 lines or less Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Line Gauthier
* * *
He is my poetry in one single line,
He is the sun who glows up every morning of mine,
He is my moon that brightens every night of mine,
He is my bliss of solitude that makes silence feel alive,
He is my colour when I draw any sketch of mine,
He is the words of the love letters which I am yet to write,
He is the wish in every prayer of mine,
He is the endless novel in this life of mine,
I wonder if he might ever know that he is my poetry in every,
In every single line...
If I were to tell him, will he be mine?
Or I'll lose him for the rest of my life,
Or I'll lose him for the rest of my life…
Will we be friends even if he rejects this love of mine?
Or I'll lose his friendship for the rest of my life,
Will I be able to make his family mine-
Or I'll lose him for the sake of mine,
Will I be able to make his siblings mine-
Or I'll lose him for the sake of mine,
Or this story will end just like this poem of mine...
I wonder if he might ever know that he is my poetry in every,
In every single line...
The yard my world
Or so I’m told
Was where I spent my time
Where this little lass
A tomboy too
Loved rolling in the grass.
Trees ladened with mangoes
yellowed with ripe
A great temptation to this little child
Who with a stone and David’s aim
Brought mangoes down Goliath
style
Playmates I had and many too
From chickens, birds and ducks
To puppies, pigeons, turkeys and cats
Not to mention the upside down bats.
A sister and brother my siblings two
My sister’s a lady no sport for fun
My brother my follower was my ally won
He did what I told Him no questions asked
But got many a spanking when we crossed the line.
The old hammock swung from a branch
That bellied and hung
Quite low to the ground
For many a day both brother and I
swinging to and fro
did topple to the ground.
But best were the moments
I spent with God when we talked of many things
while I blamed Him for everything
that went wrong in my life
Oh those precious memories are the fabric of my life.
We are the eighth graders the mighty mighty eighth graders
Their mantra is loud and confident, a battle cry.
They sound proud and ready to face the day.
They are gathering a crowd of eight graders now.
They are an excited, jubilant happy mob.
We are the eight graders, the mighty mighty EIGHTH GRADERS!
Their first day in high school, and they are psyching themselves up.
Before they enter the high school as freshman, the bottom of the rung.
Suspecting they are going to be beaten down, put down, pushed down
Cranked, pranked, and possibly spanked by last year’s eighth graders.
They have older siblings, so they have been warned.
They march in as a mob, expecting the worst.
The Queen Of Emeralds.
Thy mothers name is victoria! So full of strength and love!
Thy mothers voice is that of a songbird, spirit is of queen of storms.
Thy mothers net is one of safety, not just for me and my siblings, however strong enough for all children of the sea.
Thy mothers passion is of furious pain that paints the sky red of dawn's light to twilight dusk!
Thy mothers tears nature and bring forth growth from the frey!!!
Thy mothers love is of nurturement, tiss has the ability to heal even the most detested wounds.
Thy mother can fly with the wrights and right almost any wrong!
Thy mother has predilections of a tigress! Not one of you may touch us or hurt us without the strike of her hammer!
Thy mothers breath is warm as a hearth and her heart furious like a valkyrie!
Thy mother can turn women into men and men into children and back again!
Thy mothers beauty is as the fountain of youth and never stops giving even when drained dry!
Thy mothers heart is her children that to which i am first of eight!
Thy mothers strength is our unity, my siblings and I, we are her song of storms.
My mothers legacy is us and we are each one of her. Don't mess with us, we can breathe nightmares, not just dreams.
Thy mothers reflections are we, and are her, she is me and i am one of many together we are rain amongst her lightning.
Thy love is for thy mother and my brothers and sister! Happy mothers day mom! Your breath ,your strength, your everything is ours and we are yours, we make legions from your womb.
Thank you mama from our hearts to yours, for air we breathe, for earth we walk, for fire in our hearts, for water you nurtured us with, and for being able to be one with you no matter where we are, we are legions we are one!
~Benjamin luke Aguas
Edwin C Hofert
4-14-15
I was born in nineteen sixty the lion is my sign.
All my clothes were handed down there was nothing I called mine.
There were six of us called siblings we didn't turn out too bad.
Raised by a single mother, raised without a dad.
I used to love to be alone, I played all by myself.
Bottle caps and string for toys, just one book on my shelf.
One time sitting in my room there finally came the day.
My mother came to where I sat and sent me out to play.
Time went on the way it does I struggled to be cool.
I made friends all on my own and found my way to school.
Then came the day in the fifth grade I'd never be the same.
The teacher said to write a poem, a poet I became.
Times were hard and we were poor somehow we all got by.
Laughing when the laughter came and learning how to cry.
There were times throughout my life that there were things I'd lack.
The worst times of my life it seemed, poetry called me back.
Molested as a little boy there's things we can't control.
He might have stole my innocence but God still saved my soul.
Often in the dark of night, my prayers for childhood dreams.
Drowning in the drunkenness and in my mothers screams.
There's really not much more to say some things we cannot plan.
Time went by the way it does and I became a man.
Haunted by the memories I admit there's tears I cried.
Told my father died when young then I found out she lied.
Again my world came crashing down I crumbled to my knee.
Once again I found my voice inside my poetry.
Better for the life I lived not in the normal fashion.
Somehow I learned empathy, somehow I learned compassion.
Learning through my darkest days there's battles we can't win.
But you can never lose the war if once more you rise again.
So I'm standing once again through times as dark as night.
Helping, healing others in the healing words I write.
Edwin C Hofert
(Dedicated to you, my Brothers and Sisters)
Powerful words,
Truthful words,
Honest words,
Brave words;
This is exactly what the Doctor orders,
For a Nation, who’s trying to fight the horrors
Of blatant racism,
Unfairness, injustice,
Nepotism and sexism.
A man of Peace,
Without controversies,
Is not a genuine activist.
The truth is being tolled; there is no reason to apologize,
‘Cause you’re exercising your God-given rights.
The sickness, the maladies,
Which America has been suffering
For over five centuries,
Need to be healed as you’re reading
My honest feelings.
This is painful, this is long overdue.
My brave People are tired of fighting
The ills and the stigmas of our societies.
This is hurtful, this is way overdue.
The Truth hurts, thank God Almighty;
“Another One” is unafraid to tell the Truth,
“This One” is dissecting the false myth,
And the backward ideologies, thank God Almighty!
The prisons are populated by innumerable innocents,
The Police and their cronies randomly humiliate
Our parents, siblings and cousins.
We have every reason to be mad and irate.
A more just and fair system needs to be in place now.
The Brother is using strong medicine right now:
Powerful words,
Truthful words,
Honest words,
Brave words,
To save America,
The beautiful diva,
Who stands for: “Justice, Freedom,
Liberty and Happiness for All.”
We should denounce Uncle Tom
And his monkeys. Brothers, who walk tall
Like you and our President,
Are rare and almost nonexistent.
The Truth will always set free:
The men of Justice, the men of integrity,
The men of Peace, the men of honesty;
The Brothers and Sisters who will tirelessly
Fight racism, the twin-brother of slavery.
Copyright@, Hebert Logerie ,Thursday, February 19, 2009,
All Rights Reserved
Hebert Logerie is the author of several poetry books.
Later that night, Ike and the others arrived
for a gala they held every first of June.
To be filled with dancing, feasting, and fun
with a full band to play people tunes,
inviting every respectable person they knew.
But before the part, to Prent Ike came,
Saying,”Now brother, we must hide your shame.”
Prent raised an eyebrow, truly confused.
“Now what every can you mean brother”
Ike said,”You know full well what I mean.
That little girl with the savage mother.
We don’t want good folk to discover—”
But before he could say another word more
Prent knocked his brother flat onto the floor.
His siblings came running to see the fuss,
and stared on quite incredulously.
Prent said,”Now, it’s all coming back,
all the reasons I decided to leave.
I see what father would have made of me!
I came here worried about my daughter’s fate,
but bringing her here was my greatest mistake!”
Annabeth gasped, and began to argue,
but Prent shot her his best death glare.
“I’ve had enough disdain to last a lifetime,
so dear sister, you’d better not dare.”
He kept her pinned there with his stare.
“But of you gala, you need have no fear,
tomorrow we’re going far away from here.”
Sure enough they were back on a train,
he in skins and her in traveling clothes,
Prent took great pleasure in seeing Nell smile,
her little face still pressed to the window,
riding back west to their home, Colorado.
Knowing fully that this was the end,
he’d never see any of his family again.
III.
When the stage reached town Prent took Nell
down the road towards Sally’s Café.
He’d had a whole ride to think of the words
that he desperately wanted to say.
Course talking never was really his way.
How he’d ask her, he didn’t right know,
they walked in and Sally went pale as a ghost.
She turned quickly from all her customers
and scooped up sweet Nell in an embrace
The girl smiled and hugged her tight,
showering kisses on Sally’s face.
Prent knew then that this was his place.
He said,”Sally, I think you were in the know.
back when you told me of good women right close.”
CONCLUDES IN PART IV.
Mother Gaia, what have we done?
You birthed us from your benevolent womb.
You feed and clothe us, protect us; gave us life but, we are left wanting when it, comes to gratitude.
We have shredded and poisoned your land and seas;
over fished, over hunted; slaughtering even
the forests and for...greed.
Human ego is the genuine...Devil.
Existing to gain; loving money more than family;
a species of doom is the human being; lacking...humanity.
When it comes to our siblings, animal and plant; to our mother, we exhibit indifference.
We have lowered our species to a level beneath the cockroach; all we’ve touched has been destroyed.
We blame the cows for Global Warming but, we humans are the guilty, the depraved and mangled minds, who are to blame.
Forgive us, Mother, we do know what we’ve done to you.
What we don’t collectively realize is that, what we’ve done to you, we do to ourselves, in the end.
William was right when he penned, “Lord, what fools these mortals be!” The fools of the universe; our great shame is that, we don’t work together enough to save you.
6-10-2021
$ Poetry Contest
Anthony Biaanco
You can choose your friends, but not your family,
And I totally agreed.
But my friends are my family.
Bond by blood we may not be,
Brothers and sisters from different mothers everybody could see.
But we have more love and care,
Then most “real” families share
They are daily in my prayers,
Sometimes we in each other’s affairs.
We fight like all siblings, over stupid things.
We laugh when we are happy,
And cry when someone die.
Celebrates holidays, and birthdays together,
Promised to love each other forever.
Does it not make them my family too?
Or is it against society’s rules.
I have a better relationship with them,
They are absolutely the best family-friends.
We may not share a bond of blood,
But amongst us we are the best family we got.