Poems for and About Sisters Seeking Friendly Advice
#sister
Her
Poem Published
Yesterday 11:23am
Yesterday 11:23am
Glass Adults
My childhood
My sisters
My menagerie
Consumed
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We grow up
Relationally developed
Our needs
Valid
Yet
We base
Our value
On performance
Our self-worth
Pushed to the side
Conditioned to please
Our compass
Lost
Fragile
Glass babies
Become
Hand blown
Glass adults
On the verge
Of shattering
Daily
My sisters
My menagerie
Consumed
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We grow up
Relationally developed
Our needs
Valid
Yet
We base
Our value
On performance
Our self-worth
Pushed to the side
Conditioned to please
Our compass
Lost
Fragile
Glass babies
Become
Hand blown
Glass adults
On the verge
Of shattering
Daily
#aging
#childhood
#disability
#PTSD
#sister
82 reads
10 Comments
Duende
Poem Published
8th Dec 2024 2:00pm
8th Dec 2024 2:00pm
She Speaks
in warm metaphors
from the heart for it's
what she knows
a way to survive
she's a true fighter
exposing her soul
the agony of her past
shamelessly despite her
fears and insecurities
yet do not ever let
her softness fool you
she is fiercely protective
of the ones she loves
razor sharp in her
smart observance
sensually seductive
in her erotic ink
as she breathes
new life into her fire
worn-out & weary
taking us with her
our precious...
from the heart for it's
what she knows
a way to survive
she's a true fighter
exposing her soul
the agony of her past
shamelessly despite her
fears and insecurities
yet do not ever let
her softness fool you
she is fiercely protective
of the ones she loves
razor sharp in her
smart observance
sensually seductive
in her erotic ink
as she breathes
new life into her fire
worn-out & weary
taking us with her
our precious...
#gratitude
#love
#sister
171 reads
20 Comments
WillowsWhimsies
Poem Published
28th Nov 2024 12:43pm
28th Nov 2024 12:43pm
light cannot be restrained
watch how she moves
so graceful...
despite the pain
& it's a constant
always trying to force her into submission
yet she maintains her composure
knocking at each door
making sure voices are heard
then uncapping her own bottle
pouring ink in equal measure
her playful nature...
...& her agony
into concoctions & lyrical cocktails
alternating honesty with entertaining
wholly relatable
as we laugh at her word play
& lose coherent speech
when she bares herself
despite fear & awkward...
so graceful...
despite the pain
& it's a constant
always trying to force her into submission
yet she maintains her composure
knocking at each door
making sure voices are heard
then uncapping her own bottle
pouring ink in equal measure
her playful nature...
...& her agony
into concoctions & lyrical cocktails
alternating honesty with entertaining
wholly relatable
as we laugh at her word play
& lose coherent speech
when she bares herself
despite fear & awkward...
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
#gratitude
#honesty
#sister
#TruthOfLife
176 reads
20 Comments
WillowsWhimsies
Poem Published
18th Nov 2024 7:47pm
18th Nov 2024 7:47pm
little sister mine
I'm struck by the juxtaposition
between the darkness haunting you
and the flood of light
radiating from your smile
I think it's why you were designed
brightening an all too often shadowy world
with the brilliance
of your inner being
it breaks my heart...this existence
so badly beating your burnished shine
battering the sheer intensity
of your glow
I feel much blessed
being a recipient
of such a precious gift
perhaps the glory of its beauty
might have been sorely undervalued
without the...
between the darkness haunting you
and the flood of light
radiating from your smile
I think it's why you were designed
brightening an all too often shadowy world
with the brilliance
of your inner being
it breaks my heart...this existence
so badly beating your burnished shine
battering the sheer intensity
of your glow
I feel much blessed
being a recipient
of such a precious gift
perhaps the glory of its beauty
might have been sorely undervalued
without the...
#gratitude
#love
#sister #strength
#sister #strength
126 reads
14 Comments
Grace
IDryad
IDryad
Poem Published
20th Sep 2024 3:32pm
20th Sep 2024 3:32pm
A Sunset, A Passing and Remembrance
our youthful steps printed on the sand
when we wandered on this beach
we were young and invincible
youth upon our wings we dared to soar
we wandered watching many sunsets
admiring the hues of the sky
reflecting on the sea in many colours
we walked, sharing our dreams
we made promises never to forget
the times together cups of tea
shared on tables with scrabble blocks
crumbs of biscuits on table cloth
death a thief stole your golden days
life that led us in its winding highways
parted us in crossroads...
when we wandered on this beach
we were young and invincible
youth upon our wings we dared to soar
we wandered watching many sunsets
admiring the hues of the sky
reflecting on the sea in many colours
we walked, sharing our dreams
we made promises never to forget
the times together cups of tea
shared on tables with scrabble blocks
crumbs of biscuits on table cloth
death a thief stole your golden days
life that led us in its winding highways
parted us in crossroads...
#death
#sister
138 reads
6 Comments
Wordvomit2001
Poem Published
28th Aug 2024 11:27pm
28th Aug 2024 11:27pm
Get loved sissy
for years I have tried to write a poem about my sister, but the words always crumble into nothing when they hit the paper. As if they knew they were not strong enough to carry my love for her. page after page never truly right. She is wildfire yet safety, from the very moment my eyes opened for the first time, she has been there. the oceans could all dry up, and the sun could swallow the earth, as long as I had my sister I would be ok, nothing else would matter. She is everything all at once , though we are far apart my adoration for her has never faltered or changed. protector , friend, and...
#memories
#sister
132 reads
0 Comments
moony_
Poem Published
10th Aug 2024 7:34pm
10th Aug 2024 7:34pm
The Protector
Sound muffled
By the ringing in my ears
Light flowing then stopping
Darkness
Right before I close the closet door
Crying tears
That have come from my sisters eyes
By the ringing in my ears
Light flowing then stopping
Darkness
Right before I close the closet door
Crying tears
That have come from my sisters eyes
#emotions
#sister
127 reads
1 Comment
Pinkdreams
Poem Published
18th Jul 2024 4:04pm
18th Jul 2024 4:04pm
The Triangle Mountain
From our hotel balcony, my sister and I have a panoramic view of Sedona's towering red rock formations. One of the red rock faces appears as a simple plane figure, a triangle. It stands out to us because it's simple. The past decades have not been simple, for either of us.
In our otherworldly setting, we talk past and present, wisely leaving the future alone. We compare ravages of aging. "Look at my 90-year-old hands" says J. I laugh at the exaggeration. But even though she is only 15 months my elder, her hands look far older. Age spots, even a ropey vein or two. I try...
In our otherworldly setting, we talk past and present, wisely leaving the future alone. We compare ravages of aging. "Look at my 90-year-old hands" says J. I laugh at the exaggeration. But even though she is only 15 months my elder, her hands look far older. Age spots, even a ropey vein or two. I try...
#marriage
#sex
#sister
150 reads
4 Comments
Nixprty
Poem Published
14th Jul 2024 7:44pm
14th Jul 2024 7:44pm
Feathers of the Same Bird
Feathers of the same bird,
One plucked at the tail and the other from the wing.
Singing the same song,
Falling at different speeds.
The tail feather glides gently down,
The wing feather flies with the bird just a moment longer.
The tail feather reaches the ground,
The wing feather peaks among the clouds.
They sing in harmony,
One soft and one powerful.
One escapes the nest,
The other clings to the side of its mother.
Why did the tail feather let itself fall amongst the leaves and sticks?
Why didn’t it fly alongside the...
One plucked at the tail and the other from the wing.
Singing the same song,
Falling at different speeds.
The tail feather glides gently down,
The wing feather flies with the bird just a moment longer.
The tail feather reaches the ground,
The wing feather peaks among the clouds.
They sing in harmony,
One soft and one powerful.
One escapes the nest,
The other clings to the side of its mother.
Why did the tail feather let itself fall amongst the leaves and sticks?
Why didn’t it fly alongside the...
#abuse
#brother
#childhood
#family
#sister
227 reads
2 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
1st Jul 2024 00:59am
1st Jul 2024 00:59am
Roses And Relations Reborn
Roses And Relations Reborn
I woo my sister. “If the lover of Prospero’s daughter were not fictional wouldst thou not be his leading lady on the stage called life?”
“Dost thou make oracular airs? Such prophecies are not made in jest,” she says.
“Ah, just a portent of love glimpsed from afar.”
“Given my impeccable femininity attested to by thee wouldst thou let a bitter man’s choice fill thy shoes?”
“Since our womb abode was the same surely to share the same bed would be a...
I woo my sister. “If the lover of Prospero’s daughter were not fictional wouldst thou not be his leading lady on the stage called life?”
“Dost thou make oracular airs? Such prophecies are not made in jest,” she says.
“Ah, just a portent of love glimpsed from afar.”
“Given my impeccable femininity attested to by thee wouldst thou let a bitter man’s choice fill thy shoes?”
“Since our womb abode was the same surely to share the same bed would be a...
#brother
#erotic
#sensual
#sister
#WilliamShakespeare
192 reads
2 Comments
herry_the_poet
Poem Published
20th Jun 2024 3:01am
20th Jun 2024 3:01am
Bridges
I was just flipping through old pictures with my nephew to show him a little of what life was like in the 1980s.
What was so drastically different an experience had I grew up in the 60s?
It's not like anything was new! Everything we lived with, around and used was at least two or three generations old - save for the clothing, vehicles and music.
Of course I'll listen to whatever you've got from this decade, pop rock and nu wave was practically our religion?
Eight bit technology slowly started to creep and our TV tubes were nice and heavy and...
What was so drastically different an experience had I grew up in the 60s?
It's not like anything was new! Everything we lived with, around and used was at least two or three generations old - save for the clothing, vehicles and music.
Of course I'll listen to whatever you've got from this decade, pop rock and nu wave was practically our religion?
Eight bit technology slowly started to creep and our TV tubes were nice and heavy and...
#childhood
#family
#memories
#mother
#sister
147 reads
2 Comments
Nixprty
Poem Published
18th Jun 2024 11:58am
18th Jun 2024 11:58am
Little Girl
I was raised by a little girl.
She was hurt,
She had bruises and cuts on her body.
We took beatings together,
She’s the only one who held me as I cried.
I was raised by a little girl,
She knew my father as a soldier.
She knew him better than I did,
Rather,
Who he used to be.
He stopped hurting us as we grew,
But she was already grown.
I was raised by a little girl,
She was the coolest person I knew.
She introduced me to good music,
She let me draw anime girls all over her...
She was hurt,
She had bruises and cuts on her body.
We took beatings together,
She’s the only one who held me as I cried.
I was raised by a little girl,
She knew my father as a soldier.
She knew him better than I did,
Rather,
Who he used to be.
He stopped hurting us as we grew,
But she was already grown.
I was raised by a little girl,
She was the coolest person I knew.
She introduced me to good music,
She let me draw anime girls all over her...
#abuse
#bittersweet
#sister
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