Poems for and About Sisters Published by Members Recently Online
#sister
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
411 reads
22 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
411 reads
22 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
411 reads
22 Comments
Wafflenose
Ellie
Ellie
Poem Published
26th Nov 2022 6:41pm
26th Nov 2022 6:41pm
I don't want your shoes
They walked into my life
and they took me aback:
a beautiful pair
of low Converse in black.
But these ones were special—
I could see from afar
that they'd been embellished
with many a star.
As we sat down to talk
of her travels from Fleet,
I thought about how
they would look on my feet.
"Ha ha, they won't fit you,"
she cried in delight.
I'd have to squeeze in,
but I think that they might!
I thought I could try them
while my sister assisted,
but as she...
and they took me aback:
a beautiful pair
of low Converse in black.
But these ones were special—
I could see from afar
that they'd been embellished
with many a star.
As we sat down to talk
of her travels from Fleet,
I thought about how
they would look on my feet.
"Ha ha, they won't fit you,"
she cried in delight.
I'd have to squeeze in,
but I think that they might!
I thought I could try them
while my sister assisted,
but as she...
#jealousy
#sister
#funny
377 reads
8 Comments
Wafflenose
Ellie
Ellie
Poem Published
26th Nov 2022 6:41pm
26th Nov 2022 6:41pm
I don't want your shoes
They walked into my life
and they took me aback:
a beautiful pair
of low Converse in black.
But these ones were special—
I could see from afar
that they'd been embellished
with many a star.
As we sat down to talk
of her travels from Fleet,
I thought about how
they would look on my feet.
"Ha ha, they won't fit you,"
she cried in delight.
I'd have to squeeze in,
but I think that they might!
I thought I could try them
while my sister assisted,
but as she...
and they took me aback:
a beautiful pair
of low Converse in black.
But these ones were special—
I could see from afar
that they'd been embellished
with many a star.
As we sat down to talk
of her travels from Fleet,
I thought about how
they would look on my feet.
"Ha ha, they won't fit you,"
she cried in delight.
I'd have to squeeze in,
but I think that they might!
I thought I could try them
while my sister assisted,
but as she...
#jealousy
#sister
#funny
377 reads
8 Comments
Wafflenose
Ellie
Ellie
Poem Published
26th Nov 2022 6:41pm
26th Nov 2022 6:41pm
I don't want your shoes
They walked into my life
and they took me aback:
a beautiful pair
of low Converse in black.
But these ones were special—
I could see from afar
that they'd been embellished
with many a star.
As we sat down to talk
of her travels from Fleet,
I thought about how
they would look on my feet.
"Ha ha, they won't fit you,"
she cried in delight.
I'd have to squeeze in,
but I think that they might!
I thought I could try them
while my sister assisted,
but as she...
and they took me aback:
a beautiful pair
of low Converse in black.
But these ones were special—
I could see from afar
that they'd been embellished
with many a star.
As we sat down to talk
of her travels from Fleet,
I thought about how
they would look on my feet.
"Ha ha, they won't fit you,"
she cried in delight.
I'd have to squeeze in,
but I think that they might!
I thought I could try them
while my sister assisted,
but as she...
#jealousy
#sister
#funny
377 reads
8 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
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
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
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
16 reads
2 Comments
DU Poetry : Poems for and About Sisters Published by Members Recently Online
