Sister Simile Poems | Examples
These Sister Simile poems are examples of Simile poems about Sister. These are the best examples of Simile Sister poems written by international poets.
A Saint's fate is in a sinner's hands.
A saint's decisions are to fix those of a sinner's.
Saints and sinners rely on each other;
Sinner's rely on the help of saint's to heal them,
Saint's rely on sinner's harm for something to fix.
Saints and sinners work hand in hand
Just as brother and sister.
They many never agree, nor will they ever support,
But when they are needed, each will be there.
Saints need their sinners.
Sinners need their saints.
In for whispers
Pour les débarrasser de la crainte.
In your overall, dynamism,
it swept through you as you spelled the words in mind-
every other vowel spewed something wise,
nothing trans-morphed so you tried,
and again saw something inside,
it had to have been you-
overtly subjugating,
or even taming the shrew,
not to mention his drugs and his brew,
"there is genius, rather that, I am genius,"
you said sought after,
like code in a road,
like signs missing in time's-
nothing evades this trickery,
it's not real,
I can't feel him,
he can't be here.
No emotional violence,
and thoughts of actually having sex ruins you,
the deeds turn into dust,
every good one,
every failure we'll see undone.
Apropos Genesis
(For The Apostolic Poets I Know)
Now I see
said the blind
brother
sister
as the brail
shed light
on the Word:
Truth—
I hear
said the deaf
brother
sister
hearing
the thundering
signed Word—
I feel you
said the paraplegic
brother
sister
who felt and feels
the written Word:
blinking
thinking
scratching
tearing
echoing
in every way—
What’s your problem…
brother!?!
sister!?!
Tell me!!!
Yo! I shall
see you!
Yo! I shall hear you!
Yo! I shall feel you!
Yo! I shall walk with you!
Yo! I shall fight with and for you!
Word!
The smell of outside after the rain
Baggy jumpers
Books you cant put down
Making people smile
Feeling loved
Songs that relate to YOU
The smell of fresh bread
Thunderstorms
Laying in bed listening to the wind and rain
Saying what you feel and feeling what you say
When me and my sister was younger and mam giving either the bowl or spoon to lick after making the angel delight for a trifle..
Lisa-Jane Costigan