Sister Poems
#sister
Poems about sisters, the love and closeness between siblings. Sister poems explore the good and bad side of family relationships with sisters.
Her One Last Chance To Finally Get Some Sleep
My
sister
suffered from
insomnia
so much that she got
desperate enough to
strip dow, put on a robe and
follow a hot stud into his
apartment. And it must have worked for
she woke up the next day still in his bed.
sister
suffered from
insomnia
so much that she got
desperate enough to
strip dow, put on a robe and
follow a hot stud into his
apartment. And it must have worked for
she woke up the next day still in his bed.
#sister
#fiction
#insomnia
#dialogue
#sensual
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Christmas
I remember the Christmas lights the best
decorating our tree with dazzling colors
so shiny next to the tinsel
the brightly wrapped packages
and my dreams of what would be awaiting me Christmas morning
I would watch all night waiting for Santa to come
bringing gifts for me and my sisters
I could barely stand the wait
until then we baked Christmas cookies
and made lists for the man himself
my dad was my favorite part of the season
he loved Christmas and would always go out of his way
to make it beautiful for us
...
decorating our tree with dazzling colors
so shiny next to the tinsel
the brightly wrapped packages
and my dreams of what would be awaiting me Christmas morning
I would watch all night waiting for Santa to come
bringing gifts for me and my sisters
I could barely stand the wait
until then we baked Christmas cookies
and made lists for the man himself
my dad was my favorite part of the season
he loved Christmas and would always go out of his way
to make it beautiful for us
...
#love
#father
#sister
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Aftermath
The sky is deliciously clear,
a hundred white irises stare down on this,
this dilapidated Eden, this night
where the owl rings clear and the smoke billows steady
from corners of an upturned, chill coloured mouth
pouring out those cups of tears I've been carrying for my sisters,
I don't let on the barrel is heavy,
I don't let on I have no second vessel,
instead I sit on the porch and sing
quietly to the Moon
imagining I could still talk to you,
recognising there were so many tears when I could've
that even ten sisters couldn't carry...
a hundred white irises stare down on this,
this dilapidated Eden, this night
where the owl rings clear and the smoke billows steady
from corners of an upturned, chill coloured mouth
pouring out those cups of tears I've been carrying for my sisters,
I don't let on the barrel is heavy,
I don't let on I have no second vessel,
instead I sit on the porch and sing
quietly to the Moon
imagining I could still talk to you,
recognising there were so many tears when I could've
that even ten sisters couldn't carry...
#sister
#rebirth
#healing #emotions
#healing #emotions
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The Hug
It was her wedding day,
and I caught her licking the casserole dish.
She hadn't noticed that a tiny bit had fallen
leaving a stain in the middle of the neckline of her gown.
I pointed at it, as her head slowly looked down,
"Oh no," she said, grabbing a damp paper towel.
"Don't worry." I replied, as I removed a heart-shaped pin
from my blouse and pinned it over the spot on her wedding gown.
"The wedding is over, no need to worry about it now." I said.
She blushed then laughed as she gave me a sisterly hug...
and I caught her licking the casserole dish.
She hadn't noticed that a tiny bit had fallen
leaving a stain in the middle of the neckline of her gown.
I pointed at it, as her head slowly looked down,
"Oh no," she said, grabbing a damp paper towel.
"Don't worry." I replied, as I removed a heart-shaped pin
from my blouse and pinned it over the spot on her wedding gown.
"The wedding is over, no need to worry about it now." I said.
She blushed then laughed as she gave me a sisterly hug...
#sadness
#love
#grief
#sister
#WritingPoetry
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A Voice In Each Of Their Heads
A voice
in each of
their heads
made those sisters strip
down and jog naked
on a local beach
in front
of others
right there.
in each of
their heads
made those sisters strip
down and jog naked
on a local beach
in front
of others
right there.
#sister
#beach
#fiction
#MentalHealth
#sensual
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Ghosts
So now that I'm "dead" will you say a few words to me? Or are we pretending that ghosts don't exist either?
#brother
#sister
#memories
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What We Were Able To Tell From Her Postcard
We know
that in the
city
of San Francisco,
a new beginning
had started in the
life of
my sister
Holly.
that in the
city
of San Francisco,
a new beginning
had started in the
life of
my sister
Holly.
#sister
#family
#city
#fiction
#dialogue
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Your Friend Conned You Into Doing It... Right?
Michael
walked into the
classroom and saw his kid
sister posing nude in front of some
students painting their own portraits of her.
walked into the
classroom and saw his kid
sister posing nude in front of some
students painting their own portraits of her.
#sister
#school
#fiction
#art
#sensual
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Wait Until Mom And Dad See You In These Pics, Sis!
Judy stripped, got in the water
and splashed in there with her one best friend Tim
before he allowed himself to grab her
arm and give Judy one hot kiss after
another before they saw Jennifer
shooting some pics of her sister
standing in the water with him.
and splashed in there with her one best friend Tim
before he allowed himself to grab her
arm and give Judy one hot kiss after
another before they saw Jennifer
shooting some pics of her sister
standing in the water with him.
#sister
#corruption
#water
#fiction
#sensual
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cradling the aftermath
two came feverishly together
words of hope glistening on starving lips
tangled up in blinding passion
souls intertwined
bodies alive with fire
they fervently merged
into one
as it sometimes does
time cooled their frenzied bliss
and the one least invested became restless
slipping silently from their embrace
while she in trust slumbered on
still bewitched & oblivious
loneliness crept in
and took his vacant place
broken is the newborn
left wailing in its cradle
the rhythm of its lifeblood ...
words of hope glistening on starving lips
tangled up in blinding passion
souls intertwined
bodies alive with fire
they fervently merged
into one
as it sometimes does
time cooled their frenzied bliss
and the one least invested became restless
slipping silently from their embrace
while she in trust slumbered on
still bewitched & oblivious
loneliness crept in
and took his vacant place
broken is the newborn
left wailing in its cradle
the rhythm of its lifeblood ...
#sister
#heartbroken
#breakup
#TimeHeals
#UnrequitedLove
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The 46
Siblings on the bus, a lively scene
With laughter, chatter and joyful beam.
Together as travel, side by side,
Miles apart, yet heart to heart tied.
As we look out through the window,
The world passes us by like a show,
The bustling streets, the people and cars.
Melodies of life float in like stars.
With laughter, chatter and joyful beam.
Together as travel, side by side,
Miles apart, yet heart to heart tied.
As we look out through the window,
The world passes us by like a show,
The bustling streets, the people and cars.
Melodies of life float in like stars.
#brother
#sister
#family #Britain
#family #Britain
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and he better not duck...
she only writes when emotions run high
deeply inspired
by moments of intensity
her release valve
when it all gets too much
greatly impacted
by upheavals, actions & thoughts
in a very real sense
it's never a good thing
when she remains silent
without passion, anger, pain or lust
her words all crumble into so much dust
I'm hit with both grief & delight
whenever she picks up the pen
and starts to write
seeing tears making tracks down her beautiful face
is almost more than I can take
and I encourage her...
deeply inspired
by moments of intensity
her release valve
when it all gets too much
greatly impacted
by upheavals, actions & thoughts
in a very real sense
it's never a good thing
when she remains silent
without passion, anger, pain or lust
her words all crumble into so much dust
I'm hit with both grief & delight
whenever she picks up the pen
and starts to write
seeing tears making tracks down her beautiful face
is almost more than I can take
and I encourage her...
#sadness
#sister
#breakup
#silence
#LifeAsAWriter
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