Thank You Sister Poems | Examples
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Reminds me time and time again,
Reading the bible daily is the way to begin.
Put a bible in her hand,
God’s Word at her command.
A disciple in the making
All of my classes she is taking.
Text me daily her new truths realized,
Facts that she has learned and applied.
Her daily reaching out to me,
Is more precious than pearls in the sea.
Tokens and gifts given to remind me,
Of the bond and sister that is part of me.
I look forward to each morning,
Anticipating her continual conforming.
I can see she is anointed indeed,
Spreading God’s message and love with tremendous speed.
She is my inspiration,
And contributes to my own transformation.
I love you Kathe
Thank you for taking this journey with me.
You may be annoying most of the time,
But I would for sure save you from a crime.
On the outside, you seem sweet and cute
But I wish that I could make you mute.
Sometimes I may say that you are too mean
Or that you are as horrible as Halloween.
Even though I could look rude to you,
You will forever be my cute little baby boo ??
Karah, I love you a lot
You are as sweet as honey in a pot!
Thank you for being the best sister I could ever ask for
Because it is so hard for me to ignore
that you are the best
I love you karah! ??
Aunt Lulu is brilliant, a genius.
Are you daft? She is insane.
Her ideas are innovative and selfless.
Her notions are nuttier than a walnut tree.
She is an enigma, elusive and enthusiastic.
Did you get the name right?
She is certifiable, headed for a psych ward.
I have her name and her number thank you.
She is the most intelligent woman I have met.
Did you ever meet our mother? She was the bright one.
Did you ever listen to Aunt Lulu? Did you ever hear her words?
Mom said she was crazy, and that’s good enough for me.
She is insanely sane.
She is a diabolical disaster, bipolar, on lithium.
And that makes her crazy?
Mom said she was; that is good enough for me.
Now who is the crazy one? Please give her a chance.
No thanks. My mind is made up.
My dear, you can call and talk at me whenever you feel the need
Sometimes your restraint is palpable
Finger pointed in dialing mode then reluctantly forming a fist
Fear of my telephone taking on a blase “it’s her again” attitude perhaps
I understand and thank you for that self-control
You desire relief much like an avalanche of heavy stones allowing its stifled interior breath
Not seeking a resolving hand but only my ear to provide ephemeral comfort
My wish for you that words of life changing wisdom play that one note you haven’t heard before
The beginnings of a song you slowly compose with a sense of newness and possibility
Life experiences I attempt to share go unheard and you remain on the same square
I’m just a familiar hello on the faraway other end frustrating you when I speak
That’s okay because I know you would do the same for me
By Suzanne Boyko
June 30, 2021
Hey bro, what’s up with that
You said you were Too old Too cool
No costume No trick & treating for you
Not interested in going out to get your own candy
You’d obviously rather rummage through my stash
All in the name of helping me with my diet
I want to thank you ever so much for your concern
But don’t do me any favors, bro
If I were you I’d watch my back
AP: Honorable Mention 2022
Submitted on October 14, 2019 for contest IF I WERE MY BROTHER sponsored by BOBBY MAY - RANKED 2ND
"1...2...3... Abracadabru, Please and Thank You!
Let The Light Turn...Green!"
Seven is a whole passel Max, not Mid,
But never shirk you did, never asked for a Bid,
Never also, we would not, you be Rid,
One O'Them, Rusty, the third floor Kid,
Lindsey was "Heart & Soul" 'til her digits did Skid,
The Rob, Brave Knave, yet 'neath a shore table Hid,
Kristie the Red "Incred" to Lee lovingly Slid,
Jen the Wren, Rambunctious Doer, her Rick Did,
Hilary, numbered John, even Lamp Lids,
Nori Pooh Bear gymnast, flipped Tom's Id,
Seven is a Duo, and How!, Plus a Quid,
All by Wooden Spoon marched, like navy Mids,
Your Caesars cut us 7 from rough Burlap
"Veni, Vici, Vids"
Written to demonstrate that post-stroke I could still write verse on Mother's Day
that was 7 yrs. ago
Mz Hiphop is the reason I hold my pen tight
She inspires encourages and motivates me to write
Ever since I was little I looked up to her
Everything before that was just a blur
She gave me the glasses to see talent waiting to be unlocked by me
She guided me with her love for spoken word poetry the art
Her words provided healing and cures for a broken heart
Her voice puts broken pieces back together in an instant
My life line moved away and I feared she would become distant
But in reality she is just one call away
Mz Hiphop is my sister and that I'm honored to say
Thank you for the gift that you passed on to me
Forever grateful I will always be
Words don't do justice when it comes to this subject
I know to this you would object
You have more words than an dictionary
Your passion spread out all across your stationary
Your poetry is music to my ears
And anyone else who has the pleasure to hear
I thank you I miss you and love you too
Whenever you read my poetry just know it was all because of you
My Two Angels
I sit here today and think,
Wondering where I would be.
If you two wasn't here,
If y'all didn't even no me,
Would I still be alive,
Or would I be dead,
Would I still have a house,
Or use the dirt for a bed,
Would I have a reason to wake,
When I went to sleep at night,
Would I even have any strength,
Would I still have my eye sight,
I sit here to day and cry,
And I want to thank you,
I'm alive and well because,
Non of that is true,
God has given me two angels,
Vanessa and Tony are their names,
And with out them here,
My life would not be the same,
So from now till my last breath,
I will bow down on my knees,
Praying to the Lord above,
Telling Him that I am pleased,
To have Vanessa has my sister,
And Tony has my brother, (In Law)
I'm very thankful to be able,
To live one day after another!!
Now
Comon
What did you
Expect?
Sister?
Nun
Rock chick
Mentor
Sex object
Nah
More like
Friend
Mentor
Mother
If need be
Thank you.
THANK YOU FOR ALWAYS BEING THERE FOR ME
SUPPORTING ME IN EVERYTHING I DO
YOU BELIEVED IN ME
WHEN I DIDN’T BELIEVE IN MYSELF
YOU TOLD ME TO BE STRONG BE PATIENT
AND EVERYTHING WILL BE ALRIGHT.
YOU ARE STRONG AND WISE
ALSO KIND AND NICE
THANK YOU FOR YOUR GOOD ADVICE
AND ALSO THANK YOU FOR YOUR TIME.
YOU’VE ALWAYS TREATED ME LIKE YOUR SON
AND YOU ALWAYS LET ME SHINE
AND I LOVE YOU ALL THE TIME
MY ONLY WISH IS THAT YOU HAVE A LONG AND HAPPY LIFE.
My twin sister and I were seperated at birth.
I've only seen one picture of her.
We don't look exactly the same.
But we do share one unique trait.
Above our ankle, there's a birthmark.
Of a perfect shaped little heart.
Her name is Faith and mine is Hope.
Our mother was young, that's all I know.
One evening I decided to go to church.
Like always I prayed, I would soon meet her.
Afterwards I decided to go for a walk.
I stopped to eat at a small restaurant.
The waitress asked what I would like to drink.
Couldn't help but notice, her staring at my feet.
She hurried off like something went wrong.
She came back later and stood by my table.
She set down my beverage,
Then raised up her pants leg.
I looked up at her shirt to see her name.
And I couldn't believe it, her name was Faith!
I jumped up from the table, to hug my sister.
We were both holding tight of the other.
We began telling about our lives.
She has children and is a good wife.
We have been inseparable since that day.
Thank you Lord for bringing back my twin sister Faith.
My mother says that I'll never see.
My father says that I'll never hear.
My brother I'll never get higher than a C.
My sister says I'll never tolerate beer.
Every day, my family puts me down.
They say that they're just being realistic.
But there is one thing they didn't put on that excuse mound.
That they're not perfect, they're never optimistic.
Studies show that the reason bullies
Put others down,
Isn't to please,
Not because they find pleasure in the pound;
Not because they like to tease,
But that it brings them up.
To the brim of their cup.
Mom, I see that you're an alcoholic,
Dad, I hear that you're in a financial rut.
Brother, I've gotten all A's and and one B. But not higher than you are on your drugs.
Sister, you were right. Unlike you, I won't drink, or portray myself as a ****.
And Uncle?
Thank you.
For helping my grades up to A's and B's.
For prohibiting drinking and drugging.
And...,
For opening my eyes and ears,
To see and hear,
That it's not me.
It's them.
Still wondering
trying to understand my title?
well that just a name of my QUEEN,
that is my sister.
Hlengiwe the lady who raised me and my subligs,
in times of deaath, sorrow and weakenesses,
In times of hunger , poorer and anger,
She always hold our hands and say,
"together we can do it"
In days where we lost hope,
she helped us restore it.
She became a mother to us when our own left the world.
We were all young , but she managed to parent us.
When days turn tough she prayed tough,
because no one helped her to be tough,
Only God restored , caltivated and motivated her.
Young as she was she maneged untill we bacame old,
With her prayers and love we grew well.
Look at me now im grown and i am able to write this poetry.
THANK YOU SISTER HLENGIWE KHANYISILE ZULU
Hope that she'll read this poem
From the bottom of my heart
I haven't told her this
But I'll just say this once
She has been good to me
Though I may seem to be stubborn
Her love is endless
That's why she is mostly loved
I never had chance to say her thank you
But I just want to let her know
She always have a place
A place in my heart
Whenever I bite my tongue
She's always right on my side
She caresses my madness
I just love her kindness
I don't even know what's going to happen
If she's not in our side
The mediator of conflict
The comforter of our family
My dearest sister please read this poem
You're my everything
Our everything
A blessing in our lives
Do you know,
The lengths I would go,
To see you smile,
And hear your laugh?
Is it possible,
We were meant to be,
Are there other sisters,
That have what we have?
Because you've been my soul provider,
A reflection of my pink,
A familiar image in the mirror,
My pen's always run out of ink.
My paper gets so full,
Of lines and lines and lines...
Words of meaning,
Trying to thank you,
For being so breathless,
and being so kind.