Sister Miss You Poems | Examples

These Sister Miss You poems are examples of Miss You poems about Sister. These are the best examples of Miss You Sister poems written by international poets.


Premium MemberSummer

Daydreams of summers’ past
are vivid in my mind’s eye…
…sandcastles with moats to build 
beachballs to chase and throw 
loud voices echoing along the beach. 

Salt water, lifeguards and whistles…
…my toes curl through hot summer sand
large, loud waves glisten and crash
in an endless rhythm and flow. 

We ran headlong into the waves
cheap styrofoam boards in hand
recklessly splashing, wet hair dripping 
taking whatever waves we could 
laughing, radiant with joy…
…I miss my sister.


Premium MemberGs Of Yo

Grandparents we heed for years and always know
Elders mistakenly disparaged and derided
Welders of life why families are mended
Or whom we never had, to honor and yow

Premium MemberWhen She Remembers

The sky was blue, a beautiful day.
The sun sparkled bright on the water beyond.
She sat in the grass, admiring the display.
She wondered if there were fish in the pond. 
Grey marble lined up in long, even rows.
Names and dates, husband, father, brother, son,
Wife, mother, sister, daughter; all of those.
She was still breathing but their lives were done.
Memories flood her mind like never before.
For twenty years they shared a life and love.
She lay on the grass, read his name once more,
With thoughts of him looking down from above.
I guess you know how much I still love you.
One day I’ll be there, to stroll heaven, too.

Premium MemberValerie

My dear sister
How I miss you so much 
Your sweet essence 
Would always touch my heart 
Your hugs of love 
What a wonder of feeling it
Hearing your beautiful laugh
Was your signature autograph 
Endlessly makes everything 
Look like a still photograph 
The kindness of your words 
Was like hearing the songbirds 
Your smile 
Lasted a roman mile 
Life without you 
Is a Lilly without a nile

Premium MemberBlue Sky Ruin

A trembling earth
panics and cracks
tortured and teased
by the bullying wind

the ground gives in
cornered by gusts
and my red maple falls
ripped at the roots

the windstorm’s fury
fizzles to a breeze
and people move on
swayed by the sunlight

I watch
from my knees
in the dirt
of my garden
as an arrogant sun
beats me with heat

how they relish the rays
that freckle my skin
and bask in the breezes
that mock me
while I brown
like the leaves
of my pink bleeding hearts
left to wither
in the bright, sunny remnants

the passing storm fades
behind a clear sky
taking with it
the menacing wind

and the shade
from my fallen red maple


Premium MemberTo - a Retired Poetess

To poetry she said good-bye
Now I live with a Broken Heart
Her words could make me laugh or cry
Or tear my inner soul apart

In a devastating Free Verse
To poetry she said good-bye
My inkless quill rides in a hearse
As an uninspired quill must die

Her words: an image to the eye
Emotions, feelings, come to life
To poetry she said goodbye
A requiem; bagpipes and fife

Read the words from her loving heart
Believing there's no reason why
An Angel of Poetic Art  
To poetry she said good-bye

Premium MemberCouple

COUPLE

               ‘Darling! Sweet Heart! You are my better-half.
                        You know, we are made for each other.
                         You are so soft, I am also not rough.’
   
               ‘Oh dear, dear, dear, My dear husband,
                        I will be with you forever 
                My ardent ardor sending this errand.’
    
            ‘If I die tomorrow, will you again marry, my dear princess!’
                 ‘I will stay with my sister.
               I will never marry some other else.
                  But if I die tomorrow, what will you do?’
   
               ‘Same decision! We are made for each other.
                   I would like to live with your sister too.’


02/28/18

Premium MemberNever, Always, Sometimes

NEVER will I stop loving you
It does not matter what you say
You have a place with me to stay
No matter what you ever do
ALWAYS know what I say is true
You do not have to feel the same
You can think it is all a game
SOMETIMES life makes no sense at all
I pray each day that you will call
No questions asked, no one to blame


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Written 2-17-2016

Form: Rhyme Decima 
(10-lines with 8 syllables per line in the following rhyme pattern: ABBAACCDDC)

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