Little Sister Poems | Examples
These Little Sister poems are examples of Sister poems about Little. These are the best examples of Sister Little poems written by international poets.
The scout tent lit alight,
the dear diary burns bright,
go ask Alice,
mortal fears
no longer children.
Thou shou not weep
Thou shou reap
Strangers lurk in playgrounds
echoing such innocent sounds.
Chain me up sister,
its a red fiery full moon tonight,
and sunken no longer are my eyes
as you dance in the pale of sun,
with the full delicatessen
of glowing freckled numbing pins.
The porous strands of devious sins
My werewolf hairs stand up within
Tolerance--
With All The Hippies
And Hill-Billies On
The Blooming Fringes
Of All Our Thoughts...
Soft And Warm,
Contrary To Hope...
Here And There...
Tolerance To
Cope...
Clear Your Intolerance
To Yourselves,
Like A Log Jam
In The Flowing
Heart.
Your Own Thoughts.
Your Own Logs.
Well, To At Least
Tolerate My Own,
You Know...
***Unconditional***
-Gray Squirrel
06-30-2026
We grow our family exponentially.
Siblings Uncles Aunts Cousins and little ones.
Take care of our own.
Worku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
If life goes the way it should
I’ll be the one left behind
Watching each of you go
I’ve said farewell to one
She was only thirty
And far too young
But knowing I’ll likely face
Three more goodbyes
I feel unsettled by a lonely truth
None of you will be there
When it’s my turn to leave
Born with a cyst in frontal lobe of my brain,
So forgive me whenever I'm a little insane.
I got a way younger forever to me little sister
And no I don't mean to diss or misgender.
It's all just in past tense to make it easier,
Because I respect everyone altogether.
It wasn't always easy being truly me,
But I've psychoanalyzed to point I'm free.
I've finally made friends with my demons,
Finally forgiven myself for all of my own sins.
Though I'm sad while we grow further apart,
I will always keep my baby sister in my heart.
I understand all dynamics and nuances,
Better than how most do in these dances.
I may be a "cyster" with a former sister,
But I still developed an EQ that is superior.
Won't write the entirety of my sibling's heartfelt letter,
But those lovingly sweet lines made me feel so much better,
Happier knowing I always helped them when under the weather.
Petunia is the plain little sister
who gets overlooked and passed over.
She’s not the pretty one,
always quiet and reserved,
not classy, fancy or graceful.
She takes backstage at every turn.
No games, no false pretenses.
She’s frumpy, floppy and flimsy.
Her scent is unrefined,
not confused with real perfumes.
She’s somewhat of an ugly duckling
but when the going gets tough,
we can’t help but admire
her tenacity when facing adversity.
Slow and steady wins the race.
She’s low maintenance, demure and bashful.
So reliable is her performance,
she’s been known to outshine competition.
Unpretentious and free from vanity
Yet, fact not known… surprise ~
petunia blooms are edible !
AP: 2nd place 2025, Honorable Mention 2025
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 naughty boys’ grins so wide
For My Darling Little Sister, My Punky
I gave Him all thanks when she was born,
my sweet event, my newborn, babe sis.
All that she did, did my heart adorn.
Loving her when seven was valued bliss.
I brought Mom warm wash cloths each change time,
and told her when new bottles were prime.
Joy was snuggling her in bed or a chair.
My Elizabeth Jane's skin was fair,
with a cute button nose and eyes sky blue.
Five ten's have passed and my sis' love stays true.
My sibling sister and friend without spite
or rivalry, I loved beyond compare;
Athena-like and lovely as the night,
your soul, a brilliant flame that burned with flair,
gave light to me and soothed my manic fears;
maternal saint and healer, you alone
have cared for me these dark, life-threatening years:
you rose as I declined—who might have known?
What genius I was you chose to forswear;
I still loved you more and not any less,
for I recalled childhood moments we shared,
of former times that gave us happiness.
Always loyal and by your side, I remained:
your brother, steadfast, sure, and wholly trained.
I have a little china clown, he sits upon a shelf.
I got it from my sister, she bought it for herself.
But she never really loved it. That was plain to see.
So she stuffed it in a paper bag and dumped the thing on me.
Lois looked super dainty and delicate
With lace collars and tiny white linen gloves
Shiny patent leather shoes and pink ruffles
she sat as if on a throne, a little princess
Her three brothers knew better.
They called her the lava flinging volcano
When they riled her, she gave better than she got
She was a terror, cloaked in a little girl costume
Here's a tale of two girls.
Blessed with their bushy curls
Lovely Lizzy looks white
Brainy Bizzy seems bright
Go as one ; never part
Each loves her counterpart
Both have fun with coffee
Share and enjoy toffee
They're happy little guys
Twins they're! What a surprise!
PLACE : 3rd
Picture : 2
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
Alas, my dear, we must away!
From Summer homes upon the Bay.
To winter in our warmer nests,
In Southern climes, which suit us best.
Your sister's grand debut went swell!
Gentlemen flock where ‘ere we dwell.
Invitations, voguish ballrooms,
Soon she will ‘meet well’ her fair groom!
Colorful flowers, is her way;
Your Sister just as bright and gay.
Of Summertime she is apart…
But winter's cold is in your heart.
Their hidden notes, confessed intent,
Secretly stole, and back you sent.