My Sister Poems - Poems about My Sister

my sister and I have shared a room since before we were born when we shared a womb we shared a fertilized egg we are identical twins womb mates my sister and I...

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JESSICA DAWN NWAD ACISSEJ Jesting with shadows, A twin's eerie grin, Echos of laughter where the black cat has been. Skeletons waltz by the dim candlelight, Sister, you are the one who loves the dark of the night. In a dance macabre, with bony, tapping toes, Chaos and humor wherever you go. Always a joke, a morbid, whispered rhyme, Darkness falls heavy, we've...

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It hurts because; we were once so close until drugs made you a drifter. The person you used to be... I miss her. It's as though I lost a piece - the best piece of me && now I'm just someone's little sister. I'm scared because; you doesn't see your beauty,  or shout with courage anymore. I'm scared because you’re hurting and I don't...

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How she loved diamonds, her birthstone. Literally diamonds were her best friends. She worked very hard and each piece of jewelry she bought made her happy. Cluster of diamonds or solitaires, emeralds and sapphires with diamonds set in precious metals of gold or...

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My little sister loved to fraternize So her newfound curves she just had to hide Sis wore frumpy clothes Nothing was exposed Now, why were those...

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????YOU WHOM I LONG TO HOLD I love you whom I long to hold Holding you it's not impossible But I inhale when I look with my eyes When I exhale I am not surprised Because it's you whom I long to hold I am holding you in my thoughts I am holding you in my dreams I am...

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Johnny's parents owned a bakery, selling cakes and yummy confections. Though only nine-years-old, Johnny showed interest, asking questions. He was soon making tasty cookies, to the glee of his baby sister, Anna. For parents are the best teachers, like golden days, leaving in glamour. Johnny's parents decided to offer, some of his buttery cookies for sale; For he had...

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Mystic 2025 Poem Lionel Derbyshire. The day before on the night.. We packed for Mystic July 2025 We told each another on the phone.. Of what we going to do. We going to brouhaha and hoopla hoo-hah The trip to camp Mystic we had in awe Come we go. We going to quarrel and inspire And we will reasure.. Our excited smiley faces rapture.. For the freedom We...

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both of them knew their sister was dying neither of them called or contacted her holding a grudge while she was dying? their own sister? what kind of women are these? the selfish kind...

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She walked towards me, I never had a sister by blood. Maybe that was about to change. Blood was all over her as she walked towards me. It seemed like I already knew her. She is from another time, I must have met her somewhere. Familiarity permeated my mind. Blood was all over her, still I wasn’t the least bit fearful. In this moment I’m...

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i wonder if my sister is aware she’s the reason i lost my muchness it’s like i don’t want to be loud anymore i want to be like a whisper or a gust of wind i want to be quiet and go unnoticed so bad that i tip toe and hold my breath maybe because i approached it...

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I carry you with me Everywhere that I go. In my eyes, In my smile, In the way I walk, How I talk, Even how I act and dress. I am something of you merged, Bits of what you were, Pieces of what you are, Snippets of what ..you could have been, And as I continue, I will become something of you never seen. I carry...

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(Sister Golden Hair by America - Added Lyrics) Well, it's so long since I saw you, Sister Golden Hair surprise. Though I keep on thinkin' 'bout you, you can't see it in my eyes. Now I want better correspondence, I am not so hard to find. And I promise you I'll make it worth your while. Will I meet you there in...

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My mind is a raging storm Of never ending thoughts And constant 'what if's That chase away dreams And plague the mind. Not a day goes by That you are never there, You've come to occupy the space As though it were your own. And through every tear, Heartache and moment of pain, Just know the day I reach Heaven If I am so allowed, You...

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Time's little sister She is so very young time has been around for eons, his beginning forgotten in the haze of no time Yet, she was there to remember when time was kind when roses grew, when people fell in love Children's happy voices, the birth of nations and the end of horrid regimes Time is a brute, takes no interest...

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