Sisters Poems - Poems about Sisters

Somedays Loneliness comes alone Other days with her twin sister As Emptiness she used to be known They both sit back and talk in whispers And they’re invisible, that’s the major nuisance So you can’t say to them off you go And they can’t stop talking their nonsence About the good old times they used to know And they joke and laugh in...

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My sisters are my pride and glory/ An endless legion, woven into my story/ Our bond defies the boundaries of space/ A sacred connection no vastness can erase/ I dwell in shadows, a soul of the night/ Yet their love surrounds me, a radiant light/ No judgement do they cast, no fear do they bring/ In their embrace, my heart takes wing/ To...

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Ages past, the words that caused the rift still, today, so far apart they drift. As time recedes, old memories fade bitterness remains their raw charade. New slights imagined, old stories told so, in icy cold, they both grow old....

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How blest I am to have three, My beautiful siblings be! They have traits of our mother Yet unique to each other All gifted beyond compare. Of music and wit and care Compassionate, loving too. All have virtue, through and through. While they are away, I pray That soon I will come their way And embrace them once again, And fondly remember when- In childhood or later...

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Over the holidays, I was watching Lisa’s sister little Leeza, she’s 14. She has a rebellious fashion sense and a joyful innocence. She’s still fearless too, and on-God, I hope she never loses that. Too soon though—the disco’s coming to town—the world’s coming for her. It’s the same for all of us, I suppose, but in Lisa and...

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I heard the door open. It was Leeza (Lisa’s 14-year-old sister), she’d been out on a date. I was the only one in the living room as she came in and sagged, dejectedly onto the huge, white sectional couch, right next to me. She looked positively deflated. Which is unusual because up until now, she’s been all freckles and smiles Ok,...

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Sandy sat staring down at the cracked photoed frame. Two little smiling princesses playing in the mud. She loves traveling in her dreams, imagining glowing and bickering in Juane's sweet sweet nectar as in the framed photo. But the hornet came buzzing, bringing forth a reality of pain She knows not if Juane was more of...

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She appeared in the middle of a snowflake Most could not see her, but the fey always can She flitted around the white snow sprinkling pixie dust It began to glisten, as twinkly as fifties sequins Where were her sisters? Had they not arrived yet? They were along shortly, sprinkling around white glitter When they were finished the snow had a...

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Two Sisters last of tribe visit...

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Sue and Sage were sisters. They searched the sandy shores, solely for the treasure, hid by pirates years before. Sue would smile as Sage would sing. Searching for silver and golden things. never seeing the silver they sought just spending time laughing a lot. Soon the sunset sent them home. With such sweet memories but no silver or gold....

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First off let me say/ I love both yall equally/ one is a little more quiet/ while the other is outspoken frequently/ a ying and a yang/ still I love yall the same/ I thank God for yall teammates/ as a part of life's game/ I know I can be secluded and stubborn sometimes/ but...

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What did the sisters think, when once they found Their land-struck sibling left them, surface-bound, To find the prince and try to make him see That the girl who rescued him was she? Did they know what happened to their friend? Did they know her swimming days would end? Or was it that the sisters were afraid To learn the deal...

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Grandma Teresina Cavicchio, best pizza fritta maker in all of Marianna, PA. Probably the whole world! Her fried pizza dough, dusted with powdered sugar, bellissima! Lightly browned outside, creamy in the inside, it was the stuff of mouth-watering dreams. My three sisters and I lined up in Nonna’s kitchen, chanted, “Pizza Fritta, good to eat-a, give me some, it is a treat-a!” Her apron white with snowy sugar, her ample arms...

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#Plea_for_our_daughters_and_sisters_lives No no no...as the last words of a daughter, begging her murderer, begging for her life and still he continued and ebbed the soul out of her body. The mood in South Africa is now down, heavy dark cloud hangs over us all, not just clouds, but traumatized spirits of daughters and sisters, everywhere everyone...

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Mendy and Nancy are twin sisters With slight difference at each other Mendy is quite dark and taller Nancy is white and height’s shorter They share things and toys together. Girls clip roses on their curly hair Wear sweet smiles and dresses with such flair Both enjoy drinking hot chocolate After eating their foods on small plate When they go to school, they’re...

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