Sister Love Poems | Examples
These Sister Love poems are examples of Love poems about Sister. These are the best examples of Love Sister poems written by international poets.
in an already crowded
canvas, and sure-
cornered life
Why do I put a Calvin
(drew, colored, cut out)
whistling
on top of my impressionist
lake watercolor
that my mother told me
needed fine-tuning?
I never made a small impression
I was always a little too loud
I combined colors and sounds
violently
I look like Annie Hall on Monday,
Frida Kahlo on Tuesday,
A hungover Greta Garbo on Wednesday,
Jack Black's twin-sister on Thursday,
a menopausal mess of me on Friday,
and the weekend is simply
a free-for-all
Why can't I love
peacefully?
The whales call their calves
in clicks, and know it better
than I do, up here
Lillies placed upon your chest,
beneath the earth you're laid to rest.
I visit with tears to heal my soul,
they water the soil that's black as coal.
The earth is moving beneath my feet,
Your lillies have popped up from beneath.
I smile and take a refreshing breath,
The lillies have grown from your chest.
Straight from the womb and your heart,
You gave the lillies a good start.
We are strong and bold and beautiful,
My tears reached your soul it's undisputable.
In thy untroubled ashes may our distance be light.
We live in one another still.
A mother figure is more than a friend, she’s there by your side to the very end.
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A mother figure never lets you down
Nor ever creases your brow with a frown
She'll declare she is proud of all that's you
Boosts your ego when you are down and blue.
A precious angel who gladly appears
Whenever one is sad and close to tears
Though she too may have problems of her own
To you she would never let it be known.
Caring, willing, ready to do her best
To break through and put your sorrow to rest
With ability to bestow sunshine
Lifting up one's mood to become sublime.
I've many mother figures, each one dear
Sisters, friends, ever faithful, ever near
I sing them praises to the Lord above
Thanking him for His precious gifts of love.
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Love Poem to a Cat
Your simplicity is Absolute.
As such, a Perfection of your kind.
Eat, Sleep, Cuddle With The Giants, Get The Pets
Repeat.
Your days a monochrome monotony
Eternal yet ephemeral
You can be a nuisance
But never trouble
(unlike your sister, who ran off because Mom wouldn't share her ice cream)
The Outside World is not for you,
Dear Boy.
It would chew you up and spit you out;
We can't have that.
So stay in with us as we retire
Live out your hopefully longish perfect cat life
Safe in its comfortable nonexcitement
When you are gone
You shall leave
A furry little hole in my heart
So sleep well,
My dear little Bubbula.
Sleep well.
that a woman,
or any author needs.
It is space for thought
in a world of noise
and nonsense,
chaos, and conflict.
My room, Miss Woolf,
has no walls, and the birds
interrupt, and accentuate
my thoughts, in perfect
harmony and rhythm.
I swept today,
in mid-April
and brought the plants out
for air and light.
They joined me
for a bit of reading
and writing,
while my son
played basketball.
The dribbling of the ball
complimented the cadence
of writing, tonight.
My sister Alex,
who lives a country away,
does not have
a room of her own,
or the space for quiet
consideration.
It is starting to drizzle,
again.
Thank God for Spring,
and the changes it brings,
even when unwanted,
on a perfect evening.
was nothing
next to you, and now, and bipolar
schizophrenia.
You create better art
than Picasso.
You write better poetry
than Shakespeare.
You are my sister
and that means more
than anything smaller
could ever hope to be.
My great aunt eats salmon every day
mentions her Mercedes on the hour
brags that she attends a mega church
my mother’s sister is the opposite of my mother
my mother was unassuming, modest
no kind of braggart or name-dropper
I love my great aunt’s voice so I overlook her braggadocio ways
She has voice inflections similar to my mother
Not her exact voice, but inflections I have missed for five years
My sister sent them to me.
She means more than
cards, and pretty
illustrations.
I only look at them
when I am ready
to see positivity
and opportunity.
Tonight,
I listened to
“Relaxation Flute”
on repeat
by Tibetan Mediation Music
on repeat.
It was the only song
I needed, tonight.
I burned incense,
because it relaxes me
when poverty
hurts.
The oil diffuser is making
me breathe orange, I hope,
and tangerines.
Strength, The Sun,
and a fool
juggling stars.
I am all three.
I leave meaning
to me.
That is privacy.
When young
my sister died
while walking home from school.
Will never forget mom's screaming,
that day.
My Dad
so suddenly,
left this world ... Mom was slow,
I watched her fade away from me,
still weep.
Baby,
boy was born dead.
I held him to my heart,
he never took a breath of life,
why God.
My Love
my heart and soul.
You were struggling with life,
haunted until you crashed your car,
why God.
Grandma,
you lived till old,
leaving me special gifts,
of storytelling and writing,
thank you.
my love, God.
I want to spend
The remains of the night
with my husband.
He is my soul,
as you are my husband, God.
I lied.
I read the cards.
I saw hope in the first card,
and offering in the second.
In the third,
I saw light
that was being offered,
right when I needed it.
Thank you, Lauren.
I believe in you,
and God,
and sisterhood,
and love (and/in)
life.
boot sole caught in your fish net,
his footprint of abuse
standing upon your frame
of slight humanity,
—now unreserved misery.
drafted you, private Thumbelina,
into his phantom corps
of sister shadows.
Fleeting, floating, flying high
I am caught up
between clouds and shadows
where dreams and memories mingle.
Scenes from long ago beckon
just beyond the recesses of my mind
like an obscure fog, drifting
without a course or compass.
Echoes of the past press upon me
I hear voices of children laughing
my mother’s sweet face, her smile
dad’s reassuring pat on my shoulder
my sister singing as she plays our piano.
And I, not sure of the when or how
feel happy, calm and contented
within this ethereal dimension
where a small glimpse of heaven
resides here within my dreams.
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.
Things are going more or less
The same way but worse
Brutal wars expand their mess
Still the best is force
Laws of overregulation
Fill the daily news
Stupid collectivization
Limitless absurd abuse
And my little asteroid
I’m afraid has lost its way
Crossing out the empty void
Designed with AI display
Planet Earth expects to feel
The hot asteroid’s kiss
But its place she can’t reveal
AI busy hands changed keys
Asteroid cannot see
Sister Earth seems gone
So it flies beyond the screen
To the great unknown
Love, it’s our job, I knew
It would end like this
And I think you knew it too
Bring me back your kiss…
Love changes everything, words oh so true
My world changed as our family crew grew
Day by day for you sisters, love did grow
The loveliest sisters that one could know.
Sisters you completely captured my heart,
Nothing and no one could tear us apart.
That goes for all those who love you to bits
Especially your children and grandkids.
So bouncy and lively, zesty and bright,
That's the way you go on sailing through life
You light up a room, soon as you appear
True gifts to the world, so precious and dear.
May today and the days that come after
Be filled with abundant love and laughter
Every moment a moment to treasure
For sisters who bring life so much pleasure.
Never change from the women that you are
Dear sisters to me you are Super Stars.