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last night My brother
Accepted Jesus Christ
As I went to the hospital
to see my brother again
I asked Brother did you ask Jesus into your heart yet?
My brother said this time.. he said... Yes...
than went on... he said.. I asked Jesus into my heart
than he smiled..
and said.. now sis
you don't need to keep asking me..
no need to worry about me
I will be fine...
I than said.. I love you brother
Praise's be to God Almighty
than later after spending time..
I went home
I received a phone call
from the hospital
stating my brother
stopped breathing
stating that he
went into cardiac arrest
they was able to revive him
he is as of now
on life support
and he is not responding
but he is comfortable..
and he is not in any pain..
how tis be..
I said.. you know... earlier..
I seen my brother
He was just fine...
was having some problems..
tis be time my Brother
Had just accepted Jesus Christ
into his heart...
Wow.... just in time
for He is Now saved...
He has obtained Eternal life
He will be eternally born-again..
then the doctor said
with your brother may have
that looks like cancer
do you want to next time
if he goes into cardaic arrest...
for us to just let him go...
Than the doctor said
If tis be so..
as you said he is Saved
Have mercy on him
and Let him go...
to be with Jesus
As tears came to my eyes
I realize the doctor may be right
but than I asked the doctor
what if he not have cancer
what if you are wrong
has the tests came back?
I mean you told me you think?
thinking and knowing is two different things
Now today
the tests came back
they were negative...
it did not show my brother have cancer
Praise's be to God Almighty
Than the doctor said..
He wanted to do a biopsy
to see.. what it may show
I said.. go on a head
let me know...
God shall heal my Brother
If tis be God's Will...
I want to let many know
that my Brother is Now Saved
Tho as of now he is on Life support
and is seems to be unresponsive
He has obtained Eternal life
his place with Jesus Christ
after 53 years
Now he has accepted Jesus Lord of His life...
Praise's be to God Almighty
Just in time...
Thank you Jesus...
For allow my Brother to come to you
And to be able to receive Eternal Life
Please if you have not come yet
Come to Jesus
Ask Jesus into your heart...
While there is Time...
Thank you all for praying for him
Power of Prayer.... Saves Lifes...
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What but ‘warmth’ speaks of ‘love’ to a child, to the aged,
Warmth all poems convey (that get launched from tome’s heart?)
I pray love gets displayed, found in stranger filled room
That you aren’t fishing for when it leaps (getting caught
In sun’s light), reflects heat in some heart-stopping way?
Must sex sing where there’s ‘love,’ what’s ‘insistence’ of hand
Or a foot reaching out though it knows you’re asleep?
A line’s rhyme in the distance implies rhyme upstaged
Or suggests deep connections? But readers have part
To play (ditches get jumped) if faint hearts dare presume
To think they grok my meaning, though that’s all that’s sought!
If a verse seems beyond your grasp, might you delay,
Think to savor the moment, take ‘lay of the land?’
Can a twist’s joy surprise if all content is cheap?
Grok the birth of this poem in a story mom shared
Of my dad’s father’s plight in a hospital bed,
The last days of his life (with his hands strapped to boards
To prevent the removal of tubes meant to serve.)
Hear his plea as he said his pet name for my mom,
“Sis, I’m feeling so cold, could you warm me a while?”
I still feel mom’s false guilt that she dared not assist.
It was not mom felt close, or that customs impaired,
The fault warmth that was missing in her heart instead,
My folks there more from duty! (Will held no rewards!
Dad’s gift only one dollar!) as Granddad’s last curve
To ‘First Son,’ knee not bent in a tragic sitcom,
For my dad did not hate his dad, served in ‘his style,’
Though true love that’s a servant will never insist!
I have friends who in aging aren’t courting new friends
It’s too much of a burden, say friends disappoint
And I have to confess there’s a stress when friends die
Or when they move away, and you can’t share your voice.
Watch more trails disappear when you see TIAs,
Love retreats in dementia where nothing connects
And to Love with clean diaper is good as it gets.
While it’s true our first thought of love isn’t Depends,
If an accident happened, would you not appoint
To be Pres. of your fan club, the one who’d not shy
From whatever was needful, if you had a choice?
Substitute at ‘home plate’ if your friend’s in a daze,
For all life must be lived in, we aren’t architects,
A warm harmony’s felt when folks share their vignettes!
Brian Johnston
28th of November in 2019
~What Make A Best Friends~
Best friends are hard to find
Just like among the lovely stars at night we’ve to pick the best one
A priceless gem of God’s Loving Divine.
I finally found you Linda (aka pd)...
My heart is in triumph
My desolation is gone
You’re not only like a star, but my rising sun
Someone who tenaciously raises me up when I’m down.
When a shroud of gloom hangs over me,
You cheer me up
Whether you are far or near
Your listening ears give me a breath of wind.
You offer the loveliest rose in your garden
Smile…. Laugh and cry with me
One of those who anchors to the fulfillment of my dream
Hone-in-on to a friend’s sake
Offers a mighty shoulder to lean on
Or to stand to see further. --From: L.G.
-A dearest sis, from heaven send-
I share my muse, with your beating friendship
Never would I force you to answer or say something
When I'm hurt or crying, or feel like my life is over
Just knowing you are there listening, brings comfort--
--Whether you are near or far
I know you will be there caring in every step of the way
In you I see a woman who highly respects herself
A beautiful person who goes a long way, making others feel the light
I would never trade you for someone who can't prance and dance like you
Your best quality, comes from being yourself no matter who's around
This is how I know, you have the perfect ingredients
Of what makes a special best friend
So, fun, unique and interesting, Leonora you are so sweet
You understand, with support, you carry a soul of trust and beauty
You were there through my good times and bad
A positive shoulder to cry on
Without casting judgment on the things I've done,
I smile with glee, enjoying your sincerity
Leonora, my BFF, I hope you don't mind that I gave my secret away
The perfect ingredients, of what makes a best friend. --By: P.D.
Jan. 10-17,2014
- collaboration poem of Linda/PD and Leonora
~ It’s again my great honor to have been invited to collaborate with my most all time favourite, my greatest poet, loving poet sis and forever BFF, PD/ Linda. She's a very special poet sis & friend/BFF of mine . I’m in tears of joy to know that I’m also special to her. Word’s are inadequate to thank you enough for everything my dearest sis! My biggest & loveliest hugs ever to u! Lovem4evr sis & BFF Leo
Family love is born in little rooms,
around sofas, settees, dinner plates,
with paternal bond that strengthens and grooms,
unswerving link that lasts till heaven’s gates!
We were such family in a French town,
traditional, true, religious us four,
mother was good at making wedding gowns,
father a decorator ran paint store!
Sister and I watched German troops on streets,
Tuesday August year nineteen forty three,
parents held us close, could hear their heartbeat,
that was the last day we would all be free!
Dragged on to street by the Nazi soldiers,
our father was punched kicked and beaten blue,
we wept helpless, clung to mother’s shoulders,
that was the last of our father we knew!
Pulled away from mother and Sis I cried,
screaming imploring, no mercy, no heart,
that day for me when humanity died,
was day my family was torn apart!
Packed in a train suffocating with stench,
alone defeated waited journey’s end,
with dead and dying that made stomach wrench,
four days of thirst and suffering to spend.
I remember that train to Auschwitz well,
journey that destroyed many lives like mine,
where our love and hope to tyranny fell,
to death we were paraded in a line!
Six months past we heard exchange of fire,
that made evil enemy pack and run,
We were all rescued from behind barbed wire,
was still hope and goodness under the Sun!
When God smiles he smiles generously well,
lifts suffering souls from bottomless pit,
That day he was smiling we could all tell,
his eyes perhaps gleaming and face well lit!
Each life and hope with dignity restored,
we were treated, bathed clothed and given food,
In room of people saw face I adored,
sobbing with outstretched arms my mother stood!
United with mother back to my house,
and years of togetherness we would share,
on the wall hangs our striped prisoner blouse,
to tell trappings of hatred and its snare!
The train to Auschwitz took many to death,
guilt ridden, to and fro ran that train,
but tracks remain, hate may creep back in stealth!
train to Auschwitz should never run again!
Premier contest 6th placement
Written 09/April/2021
10 syllables each line (PS syllable count)
based on a true story as related by a 93 yr old Auschwitz survivor
The last train to Auschwitz poetry competition
Kai Michael Neumann sponsored
A tale of two twins ...
Kit: That sure was a mean swing, Dottie. You knocked it out of the park. You’re the Sultana of Swat. I love the way you ‘round the bases doing your cute duckie trot. I love how you stand on home plate, kissing off the booing fans with your sour whispering asinine talk. You sho’ can swat high nonsense spitballs a lot.
Dot: Aw shucks, Kit, you Putin a smile on my face. But it ain’t me really. I just do what you coached me to do. Follow your lead like a good sibling pup pet is suppose to. I can’t help but wag the pig tale. Everybody knows that bare bosom greed sells. Now sis, you know I never vote swing and miss. I just love lip-crushing abetted ayes. Sending those lying spitball kisses flying high. But half-truthfully, girl I love the wet way you dry hurl. Such vomit velocity ... sending that propaganda puke spinning thru the air with such speed. You’re so lassie Vladdie bad amazing.
Kit: Yeah, twin ... we in a beleagued of our own. We don’t never do no wrong, at least none that we personally have to disown. And the Lady Bolshevik tag-team pocket profits are gonna stay kompromat strong. As long as the I-scream flag vendors keep selling the popular patriotic yellow snow cones. I love hearing the synthesized, trumpy anthem blaring sound, when the seventh-inning ruble donation rally hats are being passed around. It jacks me up, to the Nth lobby Molotov degree. My oligarch strong arm do a Siberian burn meddle poll vault sales pitch; delivered decibel stealth low, and so slow curve icily.
Dot: Serve ‘em up good, twin. Twist the grin like Papa Lenin said: “Never let a capitalist sucker get a free lick. Always snatch the purse from a paper chasing hick. Always foxy scoop the golden laid eggs from a sleeping, loose-liberty chick.” All bad things come in good corrupt Communist time. This czar fate injustice demands. I love the smell of democracy peanuts roasting in the ballot stands. I love hot, dog day debate fry cries doing the mustard squirt dance. So beleaguered and bland. I love the pretzel, fixed victory feel of cash register chance. I love being the pink champagne torch lady wearing no morality pants. Slyly, safely sliding home, skirt up ... silver tongue tush fanning kicked diamond sand. Giving a darkside-of-the-moon kiss to the loser Americans.
IN HEAVEN....
Mom has gone to heaven
No more hospital No more Pain
She went to be with Jesus
She doesnt have to hurt again
Peace and Calm all around her
Only happiness is in store
She met up with her Sis & Mom
Who were waiting at heavens door
They took her to meet Jesus
They didnt want to make him wait
Together They gently guided her
Through the Pearly gates
When she saw him she was amazed
This made it all worth it even in the darkest days
She put her arms around him
& Looked upon his face
She mustered all her courage dignity and grace
She said "Father thank you for saving me
And bringing me to this magnificent place"
I have one request to pray
if with YOU thats OK
A message for those that I left behind
on that fatefull day
Tell them how much I LOVE them all
in my heart is where they'll STAY
each and everyone of u is LOVED in your own special way
Please Lord if its not to much trouble perhaps you could try
tell them NO need for sorrow No reason for them to cry
Let them know I enjoyed
Every moment of being their Mom
But Im asking them now for ME
To Try and move on
Each one if them etched in my memory FOREVER
didn't we have so many laughs and LOVE together?
You can do I taught you to be strong
Its with in THEM that my memory lives on
That they are wonderful I adore all of my precious kids
I NEED them to do ME a favor to go forward & to LIVE
If they waste all their time mourning
Theyll have nothing left to give
Tell them I am FINE Im having a grand old time
Never forget that I am FOREVER yours
And you ALL are forever MINE
I promise you we will embrace again just in given time
And Lastly Lord to the LOVE of my life
and my other half
Tell him ILL be waiting for HIM
to continue on OUR path
That our LOVE is true don't be sad
This statement I hope is reassuring
He is my soul mate my love my life
our LOVE will be enduring
I enjoyed every munute of being his wife
I will continue to do so here in our ETERNAL life
Only need to wait until he calls you to the light
Each and every one of them
Loyalty and LOVE they have shown
So proud to call you all mt OWN
Can u let them know
I am there right beside them
Theyll NEVER have to walk alone
Someday we WILL all be together again
In the place that is Gods home
walking down the street
not studdering to the A-town beat
too many brothers in my heart
too many that i hope wont ever part
once upon a time, maybe they were all brothers at heart
one has red hanging out his pocket
one has black hanging out his pocket
one has gold hanging out his pocket
one has blue hanging out his pocket
if they see each other one thing is gonna happen
bang
bang
bang
bang
bang!bang!bang!bang!bang!
red blood on the ground
we all bleed the same
im walking down the street
my bro is strollin to the A-town beat
he got these red colors on his shirt
he says stay at mi homeboys place
baby sis i gotta go do some work
big brother leaves
im peeking out the window of this house
i never before did meet
black car strollen down the street
one thing happens now, it happens to all so fast
bang
bang
bang
bang
bang!bang!bang!bang!bang!bang!bang!
the house got sprayed
we all bleed the same
im walking down the street
my homeboys walkin to the A-town beat
he got blue hanging as a flag
he's dark but im whiter then day
guys come walkin down the street
if we dont disapear my homeboys ass is gonna get beat
and they come take me away
inituation for the new boys joinin today
as the sounds on the street go
bang
bang
bang
bang
bang!bang!bang!bang!bang!bang!
my boy will get stabbed or shot
we all bleed the same
im walkin down the street
so sick of this A-town beat
my friends got gold beneath his hat
as we walk he laughs
red passes us by
he tells me someones bout to die
and pulls me away
he says here. stay
and goes out to do some gang play
bang
bang
bang
bang
bang!bang!bang!bang!bang!bang!
he gets himself back to where i been
we all bleed the same
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I miss my little angel,
so beautiful and sweet,
so smart, yeah she's intelligent,
and she's so darn unique.
She was always singing to me,
whether 123's or abc's
or just any other song which made my heart skip a beat.
She's got a smile that lights the room
and a heart made of gold, and I call her my "Lil Mamas"
just cause she thinks she's really grown :-)
And If ever she see's you crying,
she'll be there to comfort you,
she'll give you all the hugs and kisses
and she'd make sure you're okay too.
She would make sure she'd leave you smiling
she'll say " look it'll be okay",
and she'd even wipe your tears and say
"you feel better now okay"?
There were times she mad me upset
when she'd act out or just wouldn't listen
or like any kid does nowadays, doing things without permission,
I'd yell at her than feel bad although I knew I really shouldn't
but she has a way of making you change your mood,
so being upset with her I just couldn't.
I would always spoil my babygirl
because I swear that she deserved it,
each and everyone has flaws but to me my stink is perfect.
And although she's only 4 I see a future for her so bright,
and she's everthing to me, glad to have her in my life.
My sis gave the perfect blessing when she brought her into this world,
and I swear that she's the bestest and the most adorable little girl.
I can't wait til she gets older so I can share with her the memories,
of the days when she was younger , and i would take her home with me,
I'd hold her day and night, watch her laugh and watch her play,
and I swear I'd fall more deep in love with her each and everyday.
I can't wait to teach her things, and I'll protect her from the bad,
keep her away from no good boys, and keep her happy, never sad.
I can't stand the distance between us, but it still doesn't change a thing,
I'm just missing her like crazy and can't wait to see her smile again.
I just had to sit and write this because I just had to take this time,
to tell the one that i adore that she's been heavily on my mind....
Titi Loves And Miss You Stink
-Love Always Auntie Shaii
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Gracious fortress of caring fortitude
Guarding by their compassion’s latitude
Governing to soar through faith’s latitude
Guiding with attitude of gratitude…
God blest our parents’ love-packed magnitude!
Daddy’s chromosomes in his fatherhood
Blended with Mama’s genes midst motherhood
Nourishing fully healthy babyhood
Toward fruitful nurture of adulthood…
Yes, we salute their faithful parenthood!
With Dad and Mom’s steadfast, sweet partnership
Around strong and endearing fellowship
We, their children did learn wise stewardship
With glad followship and joyous worship…
Creating in us servant-leadership!
Good provider always – that’s Father
Gearing housekeeping skills of Mother
Indeed complementing each other
With their home-craftmanship together…
They’re role models to me, Sis and Brother!
Along their driving mentorship force
We’re trained to enjoy our daily course
To work well, shutting slothfulness’ doors
Warned against problems brought by debt-source…
Around contentment and commitment discourse!
As masterpieces’ molders, so clear
Dad and Mom with guidance, very near
Kept us counseled midst precepts we hear
To face functionally pressure-tear…
Oh, they propelled us with righteous steer!
In their consistent life-building zest
They sought God’s instructions for what’s best
Shaping behaviour toward finest
For virtues crest, inside values’ nest…
Praying for our future, vibrantly blest!
Championing kindness against hatred’s pain
Dad and Mom let us savour pardon-gain
With forgiveness pursuit, sans guilt’s stain
Freeing our hearts from bitterness-strain…
Making our home thrive in heaven’s domain!
They’re not perfect since we saw them pout
Sometimes, their assertions made us doubt
But they never failed to reach us out
With beware cautions against wrong route…
Now, we are on right track; “Thanks so much.” We shout!
As great heroes in their own right
My parents* radiated truth’s light
Constructing sturdy legacy-height
Victorious by the Lord’s grace and might…
Along priceless name yon treasures’ delight!
*Ephesians 6:1 Children, obey your parents in the Lord: for this is right.
March 30, 2024
2nd place, "Legend" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Silent One; judged on 4/10/2024
Fruit Fly, Cockroach, Random Lie Fruit fly, cockroach, random lie, here we go eternity sis-boom... bye.
Dust to dust, ashes to ashes, just like that, I am gone, after living out, like water up the spout it's all days gone bye.
Like a riddle, It's long, it's short, it goes by quick, after all, is said and done we don't really give a lick.
Chased the dream until I screamed, some attained, some elusive but at a price that is utterly too abusive.
Fruit fly, cockroach, random lie, here we go eternity sis-boom... sigh.
We just leave as we should because it's time, time for God's next trick. Rich man, poor man it don't matter none we have had our fill and our fun.
Next man up, fasten your seatbelt it's quite the ride, don't want to fall until it's your time to die........
Fruit fly, cockroach, random lie, here we go eternity... my oh my!
Everything true was just mere lies, some more, some less but lies nonetheless, deceived, distressed, completely undressed.
What to think, what to say, when all of one's beliefs are taken away, press pause? restart? reboot you say? It's all a bit late, it's all rather moot, wouldn't you say?
It's all very odd to begin the decline when everything seems strangely fine? It all weighs so heavily though on your mind.
Best not to think, just do! try to win each day as it's all anew. It's good, it's bad, it's happy, it's sad, my son calls me dad so I'm not feeling mad, just happy to be and, not, not be and to be as long as I possibly can be. Is that the answer? maybe? we'll see.......
Fruit fly, cockroach, random lie, here we go eternity... Please don't cry
For we die each night, Born again every day, take it or leave it, it's better that way. Take it!, take it, I say, try to make it just one more day, what more can one possibly say, but be thankful for just one more precious day.
Like the common fruit fly and cockroach, our life span is but a blink of an eye before we die, just minutes off the cosmic clock of which we have no apparent key to its eternal lock