Poems for and About Sisters Published by Members Recently Online
#sister
wallyroo92
Poem Published
28th Sep 2020 6:49am
28th Sep 2020 6:49am
To Sara
I can still picture her as a little girl
Chubby cheeks holding her teddy bear
She had all these perfect curls
A cute grin with a bow in her hair
She still has that same smile
It’s a special day full of happiness
As I walk her down the isle
She looks beautiful in her white dress…
Today, I gave my sister away
09.27.20
Chubby cheeks holding her teddy bear
She had all these perfect curls
A cute grin with a bow in her hair
She still has that same smile
It’s a special day full of happiness
As I walk her down the isle
She looks beautiful in her white dress…
Today, I gave my sister away
09.27.20
#love
#sister
#marriage #family
#marriage #family
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wallyroo92
Poem Published
28th Sep 2020 6:49am
28th Sep 2020 6:49am
To Sara
I can still picture her as a little girl
Chubby cheeks holding her teddy bear
She had all these perfect curls
A cute grin with a bow in her hair
She still has that same smile
It’s a special day full of happiness
As I walk her down the isle
She looks beautiful in her white dress…
Today, I gave my sister away
09.27.20
Chubby cheeks holding her teddy bear
She had all these perfect curls
A cute grin with a bow in her hair
She still has that same smile
It’s a special day full of happiness
As I walk her down the isle
She looks beautiful in her white dress…
Today, I gave my sister away
09.27.20
#love
#sister
#marriage #family
#marriage #family
450 reads
6 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
28th Sep 2020 6:49am
28th Sep 2020 6:49am
To Sara
I can still picture her as a little girl
Chubby cheeks holding her teddy bear
She had all these perfect curls
A cute grin with a bow in her hair
She still has that same smile
It’s a special day full of happiness
As I walk her down the isle
She looks beautiful in her white dress…
Today, I gave my sister away
09.27.20
Chubby cheeks holding her teddy bear
She had all these perfect curls
A cute grin with a bow in her hair
She still has that same smile
It’s a special day full of happiness
As I walk her down the isle
She looks beautiful in her white dress…
Today, I gave my sister away
09.27.20
#love
#sister
#marriage #family
#marriage #family
450 reads
6 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
28th Sep 2020 6:49am
28th Sep 2020 6:49am
To Sara
I can still picture her as a little girl
Chubby cheeks holding her teddy bear
She had all these perfect curls
A cute grin with a bow in her hair
She still has that same smile
It’s a special day full of happiness
As I walk her down the isle
She looks beautiful in her white dress…
Today, I gave my sister away
09.27.20
Chubby cheeks holding her teddy bear
She had all these perfect curls
A cute grin with a bow in her hair
She still has that same smile
It’s a special day full of happiness
As I walk her down the isle
She looks beautiful in her white dress…
Today, I gave my sister away
09.27.20
#love
#sister
#marriage #family
#marriage #family
450 reads
6 Comments
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
197 reads
4 Comments
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
197 reads
4 Comments
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
197 reads
4 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
1st Jul 2024 00:59am
1st Jul 2024 00:59am
Roses And Relations Reborn in the Big Easy
Roses And Relations Reborn in the Big Easy
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 blasphemous deed.”
Ro replies, “Yet brothers to sisters are...
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 blasphemous deed.”
Ro replies, “Yet brothers to sisters are...
#brother
#erotic
#sensual
#sister
#WilliamShakespeare
292 reads
2 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
1st Jul 2024 00:59am
1st Jul 2024 00:59am
Roses And Relations Reborn in the Big Easy
Roses And Relations Reborn in the Big Easy
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 blasphemous deed.”
Ro replies, “Yet brothers to sisters are...
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 blasphemous deed.”
Ro replies, “Yet brothers to sisters are...
#brother
#erotic
#sensual
#sister
#WilliamShakespeare
292 reads
2 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
1st Jul 2024 00:59am
1st Jul 2024 00:59am
Roses And Relations Reborn in the Big Easy
Roses And Relations Reborn in the Big Easy
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 blasphemous deed.”
Ro replies, “Yet brothers to sisters are...
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 blasphemous deed.”
Ro replies, “Yet brothers to sisters are...
#brother
#erotic
#sensual
#sister
#WilliamShakespeare
292 reads
2 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
1st Jul 2024 00:59am
1st Jul 2024 00:59am
Roses And Relations Reborn in the Big Easy
Roses And Relations Reborn in the Big Easy
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 blasphemous deed.”
Ro replies, “Yet brothers to sisters are...
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 blasphemous deed.”
Ro replies, “Yet brothers to sisters are...
#brother
#erotic
#sensual
#sister
#WilliamShakespeare
292 reads
2 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
1st Jul 2024 00:59am
1st Jul 2024 00:59am
Roses And Relations Reborn in the Big Easy
Roses And Relations Reborn in the Big Easy
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 blasphemous deed.”
Ro replies, “Yet brothers to sisters are...
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 blasphemous deed.”
Ro replies, “Yet brothers to sisters are...
#brother
#erotic
#sensual
#sister
#WilliamShakespeare
292 reads
2 Comments
DU Poetry : Poems for and About Sisters Published by Members Recently Online
