Short Sisterhood Poems

Short Sisterhood Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Sisterhood by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Sisterhood by length and keyword.


Premium Member God shining through you during WW II

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.
© CC Bloom  Create an image from this poem.


Sisterhood

Today, I celebrate my Best Friend Forever (BFF).
You are a true woman of God
Who knows the true meaning of friendship
Thank God for you and for your friendship
We share a sisterhood that is divinely created.

Blessings on you today.
Form: Ode

Premium Member Father For the Brethren and the Sisterhood

I thank God daily for those in my corner, which help me in God keeps me from falling. I thank the Father for the Brethren and the Sisterhood, Elohim blessed children Helpers one to another AMEN


5/12/23
Written by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©

Society

Sisterhood of sorts
Order following set of laws
Communion with shared beliefs
Identifies goals that perceive
Encourage an attitude of
Team spirit instilling norms
Yielding to collective  consciousness

Date  Sept 24, 2016
Contest 
What is society?
Form acrostics
Form: Acrostic

The Sisterhood of the Ziploc

Starving a fever, 
stuffing a cold I'm following 
happily that old 
advice: pumpkin pie, 
coconut cake, excellent 
for easing any ache. 
O Chochona!, it's pneumonia,
so much chicken soup 
from friends in the coop, 
dark and white, breast 
and leg have me almost 
ready to lay an egg.
© Nola Perez  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme


''sisterhood''

Is not from binding flesh.
Yet, a love not measured.
Togetherness makes you my family.
We share,care,walk in an unconditional bond.
I have you wrapped tight in my heart.
Attached soul right from the start.
From beginning to our end.
You will remain more than a friend.
You are my sister.

Premium Member No Matter Red Or White

wine sipped and refilled —
refueled sisterhood, 
where the world makes sense
and relationship’s sealed.

glasses filled with white —
two different kinds.
each to his own
but uniting the whole.

two more to tryst —
could take a red.
remember blood
is thicker than water.

10/16/2019

Premium Member September of Nineteen Seventy-Six

September moon,
celestial skinny-dippers,
sangria soirée, so soused,
starlight swimming,
summertide celebratory,
singing soon sepia snapshots,
streaming in soulful sisterhood
psyches of sorrowful separating friends,
sadly, still scattered,
sweetly soliloquizing of 
September of ‘76. ~

Poem For Paula

Your essence
Strolled gracefully
The alluring fragrance
Of your spirit
Titillating our noses 
Forceful
Tremendous
Energy
Surged throughout your big boned frame
Leaving a residual
Trail of
LOVE
LAUGHTER
SISTERHOOD
FRIENDSHIP
LIFE
Never knowing
The true sacrifice
Of your tireless
VIRTUE
That you willed
To us
For us
We Love You
Paula...

Soothed By Moonlight

My fears and woes are washed away
As I bathe myself in moonlight
My naked skin held by the sea 
Fills my heart with delight. 

The sisterhood all here together
Praising Mother Earth 
The love we hold within our souls
Fuels our monthly rebirth. 

So as we all consider
What the new lunation brings
Manifesting our desires 
And to give our new dreams wings.
Form: Rhyme

Live In the Rhyme

The motherhood  like the earth
Like  seeds we get the birth 
The fatherhood like the sky 
Like birds who have forgot to fly 
The brotherhood like the stars 
Like  hearts left with no scars 
The sisterhood like the moon
Like souls sleeping in noon
The teachers like the sun 
Like days all about the fun
The childhood like summer 
Like all worries down in slumber
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member What Hurts the Most

Your gossip got me good—
shoved the knife in deep
slashed our sisterhood
turned it like a key
struck a nerve
smeared the blood
flew the words
slung the mud—
What fresh dirt your talk’s become—
enough to bury me!

You may have ruined my name
and canceled my career.
What pains me most is not to know
the meaning of good years.

for Pretty Talker - Poetry Contest
June 19, 2016

Premium Member My Cell Soul Connection

Sunshine smiles of my inner soul
warming me in gentle, loving ways
I relish your vitamin D, Girlfriend.
Gracing my skin in a motherly way

Making me aware of my internal sisterhood connection
With my great-grandparents and my great-grandchildren

Connecting us as nothing else could.
Encouraging my cell soul connections
Feeling the Son in her warmth.
The Sun reminding me of THE Son

Premium Member I Will Read the Tarot Cards, Tomorrow

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.
© CC Bloom  Create an image from this poem.

Non Existing Baby Boy Inner World

The biggest question of language in text book demands,
Primarily, 
-Are you diaper trained? 
Secondly,
-I do not care about your Brest fed strength. 
DAMN! 
 
And all I will show you that I can afford a display board 
live and 24 hour befitting services 
For sisterhood, for brotherhood, 
 
Holy Garbage and trivial Garbage 
Michelle with Muslim in –laws or  
Hussein in with linked errors. 

These kinds of stuffs.

Premium Member Home

Home

the place where my roots
hold to the very centre of the earth
yet wander beyond 
the edges of the universe


made of tree and rock
pounding georgian surf.
shared with loon and goose and wolf,
seasoned through seasons turning,
cradled, I flourish find words, 
held fast here in time and space.


I have eaten from the earth,
my tears and joys fallen into its soil.
our substances intertwined
we know sisterhood.

Premium Member You Have the Power

A deed done good
Is done as it should
Bring help it could
To the brotherhood
The sisterhood
And the neighborhood.

A deed done bad
Makes all sad
It shouldn’t had
It’s positively mad
A passing fad
Begets, “Egad”

As the doer of the deed
These words please take heed
Of bad one’s there is no need
For good one’s we all plead
It’s your choice of course indeed
You have the power to pick the deed
I hope that you succeed
© Joe Flach  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Monorhyme

Summer Gods

Nightly battles by Titans 
screens lightly flicker 
life at a standstill 
audiences fall loud to silent upon a drop
brotherhood and sisterhood  under banners of wind
hammering drums
lustrous chants
loss is  uninvited 
we all cling on for the win
visible morning realities of decay and rubish
surrounded by godly stories of glorious figures 
inspiration gives birth to future dreamers

2018 World Cup Poetry Contest
Date 
07/14/2018

Premium Member The Sisterhood of Dreams

Bound by threads of love so fine,
Girls gather close, and their spirits shine.
A sisterhood of dreams, they weave,
A tapestry of hope, they believe.

With laughter shared, and tears they shed,
They stand together, strong ahead.
Supporting dreams, with a gentle hand,
A sisterhood, in this new land.

Their voices blend, a chorus strong,
As they uplift, where they belong.
A sisterhood, a guiding light,
Embracing dreams, with all their might.
Form: Rhyme

The Decision

The thunderstorms comes and goes
Although reality stays the same
The tears comes and goes
Although the endurance keeps on growing
Staring at the goal

What am I talking about
Let the foundation be laid properly
What am I indulging
Let it be build on the scarcity
Staring at the mission

The truth comes and goes
Although the loyalty stays the same
The friends comes and goes
Although sisterhood and brotherhood keeps on recreating
Staring at the future

A Photo

Met some friends for lunch;
We go back many, many years,
Before we started families
Or even our careers.

We caught up on our lives,
Discussing grandkids, health and trips
And problems in the world with which
We cannot come to grips.

A lovely meal was followed by
A scenic river stroll.
Before we parted ways, we had
One necessary goal –

A photo of the three of us,
All smiles and looking good,
An older version of the selves
That formed our sisterhood.
Form: Rhyme

Salem's Ground

Here I stand with my sisters.
We call upon the ancient one.
Near me, I know.
Something will greet us soon.

 My hands raised to the sky.
I cry out to our mother.
We invite her into our circle.
We ask for blessings upon us.

 Our sacred ground
is ours for a reason.
We meet on this full moon's night,
to speak to our ancestors.

I am happy to be given a family,
from the one who blessed us.
For we are the ones who weren't destroyed.

 We shall rise once more.
© Reva Mae  Create an image from this poem.

Sisterhood

Stands in the shoes of the lonely and destitute
Is quietly wise, soft-spoken yet astute    
Sows with joy the bounty of wisdom's fruits 
Tends to the heart with words that soothe
Embraces that two, in unity, can stand resolute
Reaches across the silence with laughter and truth
Harbours a love that runs deep, flowing profuse
Offers her light without limit or excuse
Overcomes, by the Lamb's power, all cycles of abuse
Drawn closely to His side - forever her chains are loosed
Form: Acrostic

Women's Circle

Listen to poem:
Taking the risk,
Baring the soul,
Seeking the wisdom
That shall make us whole.

Raising the arms,
Spreading the wings,
Hearing the music
That deep in us sings.

Stepping the dance,
Chanting the song,
Feeling the sisterhood
Tender and strong.

Sharing the love,
Speaking the name,
Calling the blessing
And lighting the flame.

Written 7/28/2016
Take the Dagger from my Heart, Please- Poetry Contest
sponsored by Broken Wing
N/A in Premiere Contest Number 5, Judged 8/27/2016
Form: Quatrain

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