Sisters Poems - Poems about Sisters

Two sisters born afar from my terrain one rising near Taj Mahal ‘s glorious dome , another hopping on lanes of maple trees; still, poetry traces their heartfelt rays enduring continental divide like silken wishes on angel cheeks plying on a relay of starlit skies... One a sweetened Jasmine utterly devoid of night's umbra, ohh the other, a peppered Cinder sizzling with the sun's...

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both of them knew their sister was dying neither of them called or contacted her holding a grudge while she was dying? their own sister? what kind of women are these? the selfish kind...

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i wonder if my sister is aware she’s the reason i lost my muchness it’s like i don’t want to be loud anymore i want to be like a whisper or a gust of wind i want to be quiet and go unnoticed so bad that i tip toe and hold my breath maybe because i approached it...

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I as Cherokee must take a stand, and say no more missing females from Native lands Too many have gone missing through the years, Along with too much sorrow and tears I along with my Native sisters must stand and fight, Along with our brothers to do what's right I will shed my blood if...

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My sisters stroked my girlfriends hair Saying lovely hair Then both of them went into a cupboard under the stairs Like something a la Burton Sorry my ex-girlfriend I am ashamed by my country Where do you hand in your documents to leave the human race Glad you enjoyed space Cause everything is melting Watch you don’t burn your lips on the earth Trump I mean really...

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HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY (Apropos Of Mother, Aunts, And Our Sister) God not only gave us Mother, He also gave us her Sisters, too:- All praises be to God for giving us Mother Dear, her Mothering Sisters, And our beloved elder Sister, too: Happy Mother’s day to them all; Resting together with...

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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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