Poems for and About Sisters Published by Members Recently Online
#sister
LilDragonFly
Poem Published
29th Aug 2024 6:55pm
29th Aug 2024 6:55pm
Les Soeurs Triste
French for "The Sad Sisters"
I am just the lonely poet
she is the actress/playwright
both of us born to write
only the way we know it
One using a finer rhyme
to capture the essence of truth
her sister a starlet since youth
always pursuing a light of lime
The older cuts herself deep
the source of all her bled ink
the youngest prefers to just sink
flowered Ophelia with tears to...
I am just the lonely poet
she is the actress/playwright
both of us born to write
only the way we know it
One using a finer rhyme
to capture the essence of truth
her sister a starlet since youth
always pursuing a light of lime
The older cuts herself deep
the source of all her bled ink
the youngest prefers to just sink
flowered Ophelia with tears to...
#sister
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2 Comments
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
21st Jan 2023 4:57am
21st Jan 2023 4:57am
Hostess~Host Ghost
zombies crawl sguiggle and giggle
it's a feast for the fit
entertain this, in your hour of metaphors
code locked and ready
wormwood for the toad, told ya so
ugly scarred but not for the morrow
injested grief, insidious need
you know me
I seek the higher realm
watch as I ride the dawn's last spangle
speak spanglish, nah
hand me the grief spoon and dish
no, my lips are sealed
wish to plead?
in this dimension and the next
cavorting in the atmospheric pressure
...
it's a feast for the fit
entertain this, in your hour of metaphors
code locked and ready
wormwood for the toad, told ya so
ugly scarred but not for the morrow
injested grief, insidious need
you know me
I seek the higher realm
watch as I ride the dawn's last spangle
speak spanglish, nah
hand me the grief spoon and dish
no, my lips are sealed
wish to plead?
in this dimension and the next
cavorting in the atmospheric pressure
...
#love
#brother
#sister #metaphor
#sister #metaphor
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1 Comment
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
21st Jan 2023 4:57am
21st Jan 2023 4:57am
Hostess~Host Ghost
zombies crawl sguiggle and giggle
it's a feast for the fit
entertain this, in your hour of metaphors
code locked and ready
wormwood for the toad, told ya so
ugly scarred but not for the morrow
injested grief, insidious need
you know me
I seek the higher realm
watch as I ride the dawn's last spangle
speak spanglish, nah
hand me the grief spoon and dish
no, my lips are sealed
wish to plead?
in this dimension and the next
cavorting in the atmospheric pressure
...
it's a feast for the fit
entertain this, in your hour of metaphors
code locked and ready
wormwood for the toad, told ya so
ugly scarred but not for the morrow
injested grief, insidious need
you know me
I seek the higher realm
watch as I ride the dawn's last spangle
speak spanglish, nah
hand me the grief spoon and dish
no, my lips are sealed
wish to plead?
in this dimension and the next
cavorting in the atmospheric pressure
...
#love
#brother
#sister #metaphor
#sister #metaphor
236 reads
1 Comment
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
21st Jan 2023 4:57am
21st Jan 2023 4:57am
Hostess~Host Ghost
zombies crawl sguiggle and giggle
it's a feast for the fit
entertain this, in your hour of metaphors
code locked and ready
wormwood for the toad, told ya so
ugly scarred but not for the morrow
injested grief, insidious need
you know me
I seek the higher realm
watch as I ride the dawn's last spangle
speak spanglish, nah
hand me the grief spoon and dish
no, my lips are sealed
wish to plead?
in this dimension and the next
cavorting in the atmospheric pressure
...
it's a feast for the fit
entertain this, in your hour of metaphors
code locked and ready
wormwood for the toad, told ya so
ugly scarred but not for the morrow
injested grief, insidious need
you know me
I seek the higher realm
watch as I ride the dawn's last spangle
speak spanglish, nah
hand me the grief spoon and dish
no, my lips are sealed
wish to plead?
in this dimension and the next
cavorting in the atmospheric pressure
...
#love
#brother
#sister #metaphor
#sister #metaphor
236 reads
1 Comment
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
21st Jan 2023 4:57am
21st Jan 2023 4:57am
Hostess~Host Ghost
zombies crawl sguiggle and giggle
it's a feast for the fit
entertain this, in your hour of metaphors
code locked and ready
wormwood for the toad, told ya so
ugly scarred but not for the morrow
injested grief, insidious need
you know me
I seek the higher realm
watch as I ride the dawn's last spangle
speak spanglish, nah
hand me the grief spoon and dish
no, my lips are sealed
wish to plead?
in this dimension and the next
cavorting in the atmospheric pressure
...
it's a feast for the fit
entertain this, in your hour of metaphors
code locked and ready
wormwood for the toad, told ya so
ugly scarred but not for the morrow
injested grief, insidious need
you know me
I seek the higher realm
watch as I ride the dawn's last spangle
speak spanglish, nah
hand me the grief spoon and dish
no, my lips are sealed
wish to plead?
in this dimension and the next
cavorting in the atmospheric pressure
...
#love
#brother
#sister #metaphor
#sister #metaphor
236 reads
1 Comment
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
301 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
301 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
301 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
301 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
301 reads
2 Comments
Ahavati
Tams
Tams
Poem Published
21st Jul 2019 11:03am
21st Jul 2019 11:03am
SiStars
I.
The first time
I heard the word Sister
was when my older one died—
I was too young to remember
inside a nascent emptiness
unfilled by a brother
There is something indescribable
that happens to a middle child
when they become the eldest;
a salient discombobulation
solidifying over time—
whether or not you qualify
II.
The second...
The first time
I heard the word Sister
was when my older one died—
I was too young to remember
inside a nascent emptiness
unfilled by a brother
There is something indescribable
that happens to a middle child
when they become the eldest;
a salient discombobulation
solidifying over time—
whether or not you qualify
II.
The second...
#sister
#spiritual
#universe
#stars
#evolution
1208 reads
27 Comments
Ahavati
Tams
Tams
Poem Published
21st Jul 2019 11:03am
21st Jul 2019 11:03am
SiStars
I.
The first time
I heard the word Sister
was when my older one died—
I was too young to remember
inside a nascent emptiness
unfilled by a brother
There is something indescribable
that happens to a middle child
when they become the eldest;
a salient discombobulation
solidifying over time—
whether or not you qualify
II.
The second...
The first time
I heard the word Sister
was when my older one died—
I was too young to remember
inside a nascent emptiness
unfilled by a brother
There is something indescribable
that happens to a middle child
when they become the eldest;
a salient discombobulation
solidifying over time—
whether or not you qualify
II.
The second...
#sister
#spiritual
#universe
#stars
#evolution
1208 reads
27 Comments
DU Poetry : Poems for and About Sisters Published by Members Recently Online
