Poems for and About Sisters Published by Members Recently Online
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brokentitanium
k.
k.
Poem Published
18th Apr 2020 3:48am
18th Apr 2020 3:48am
Unicorn
I was told, as if it was a virtue,
that lots of kids have
a collection of some sort.
I could never really decide
which thing I liked
so much more than all the others
that I wanted multiples of it.
But somewhere along the way,
someone decided it was unicorns.
I’m quite sure I never said,
“I want to collect unicorns",
but nevertheless, they accumulated
with no effort on my part.
Figurines, little painted boxes, jewellery…
Which one started it all?
I certainly don't recall.
Well… maybe it...
that lots of kids have
a collection of some sort.
I could never really decide
which thing I liked
so much more than all the others
that I wanted multiples of it.
But somewhere along the way,
someone decided it was unicorns.
I’m quite sure I never said,
“I want to collect unicorns",
but nevertheless, they accumulated
with no effort on my part.
Figurines, little painted boxes, jewellery…
Which one started it all?
I certainly don't recall.
Well… maybe it...
#sister
#memories
#NaPoWriMo2020
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3 Comments
brokentitanium
k.
k.
Poem Published
18th Apr 2020 3:48am
18th Apr 2020 3:48am
Unicorn
I was told, as if it was a virtue,
that lots of kids have
a collection of some sort.
I could never really decide
which thing I liked
so much more than all the others
that I wanted multiples of it.
But somewhere along the way,
someone decided it was unicorns.
I’m quite sure I never said,
“I want to collect unicorns",
but nevertheless, they accumulated
with no effort on my part.
Figurines, little painted boxes, jewellery…
Which one started it all?
I certainly don't recall.
Well… maybe it...
that lots of kids have
a collection of some sort.
I could never really decide
which thing I liked
so much more than all the others
that I wanted multiples of it.
But somewhere along the way,
someone decided it was unicorns.
I’m quite sure I never said,
“I want to collect unicorns",
but nevertheless, they accumulated
with no effort on my part.
Figurines, little painted boxes, jewellery…
Which one started it all?
I certainly don't recall.
Well… maybe it...
#sister
#memories
#NaPoWriMo2020
485 reads
3 Comments
brokentitanium
k.
k.
Poem Published
18th Apr 2020 3:48am
18th Apr 2020 3:48am
Unicorn
I was told, as if it was a virtue,
that lots of kids have
a collection of some sort.
I could never really decide
which thing I liked
so much more than all the others
that I wanted multiples of it.
But somewhere along the way,
someone decided it was unicorns.
I’m quite sure I never said,
“I want to collect unicorns",
but nevertheless, they accumulated
with no effort on my part.
Figurines, little painted boxes, jewellery…
Which one started it all?
I certainly don't recall.
Well… maybe it...
that lots of kids have
a collection of some sort.
I could never really decide
which thing I liked
so much more than all the others
that I wanted multiples of it.
But somewhere along the way,
someone decided it was unicorns.
I’m quite sure I never said,
“I want to collect unicorns",
but nevertheless, they accumulated
with no effort on my part.
Figurines, little painted boxes, jewellery…
Which one started it all?
I certainly don't recall.
Well… maybe it...
#sister
#memories
#NaPoWriMo2020
485 reads
3 Comments
CasketSharpe
Poem Published
18th Jul 2024 7:46pm
18th Jul 2024 7:46pm
No Understanding
When my sister’s man hit her I had to come beat him down
But my sister must have loved the hits, because her stupid ass stayed around,
“Hopefully she will wise up and get some common sense in her head
And the final lesson is not ending up dead,
“Then fuck all of the talking-I’m coming to get ya’
Smile motherfucka, because homicide will be taking your picture,
“Clear your throat pastor the time is coming for you to preach that sermon
Because hell is where that motherfucka will be burning,
“Slow singing and flower...
But my sister must have loved the hits, because her stupid ass stayed around,
“Hopefully she will wise up and get some common sense in her head
And the final lesson is not ending up dead,
“Then fuck all of the talking-I’m coming to get ya’
Smile motherfucka, because homicide will be taking your picture,
“Clear your throat pastor the time is coming for you to preach that sermon
Because hell is where that motherfucka will be burning,
“Slow singing and flower...
#family
#revenge
#sister
282 reads
9 Comments
CasketSharpe
Poem Published
18th Jul 2024 7:46pm
18th Jul 2024 7:46pm
No Understanding
When my sister’s man hit her I had to come beat him down
But my sister must have loved the hits, because her stupid ass stayed around,
“Hopefully she will wise up and get some common sense in her head
And the final lesson is not ending up dead,
“Then fuck all of the talking-I’m coming to get ya’
Smile motherfucka, because homicide will be taking your picture,
“Clear your throat pastor the time is coming for you to preach that sermon
Because hell is where that motherfucka will be burning,
“Slow singing and flower...
But my sister must have loved the hits, because her stupid ass stayed around,
“Hopefully she will wise up and get some common sense in her head
And the final lesson is not ending up dead,
“Then fuck all of the talking-I’m coming to get ya’
Smile motherfucka, because homicide will be taking your picture,
“Clear your throat pastor the time is coming for you to preach that sermon
Because hell is where that motherfucka will be burning,
“Slow singing and flower...
#family
#revenge
#sister
282 reads
9 Comments
CasketSharpe
Poem Published
18th Jul 2024 7:46pm
18th Jul 2024 7:46pm
No Understanding
When my sister’s man hit her I had to come beat him down
But my sister must have loved the hits, because her stupid ass stayed around,
“Hopefully she will wise up and get some common sense in her head
And the final lesson is not ending up dead,
“Then fuck all of the talking-I’m coming to get ya’
Smile motherfucka, because homicide will be taking your picture,
“Clear your throat pastor the time is coming for you to preach that sermon
Because hell is where that motherfucka will be burning,
“Slow singing and flower...
But my sister must have loved the hits, because her stupid ass stayed around,
“Hopefully she will wise up and get some common sense in her head
And the final lesson is not ending up dead,
“Then fuck all of the talking-I’m coming to get ya’
Smile motherfucka, because homicide will be taking your picture,
“Clear your throat pastor the time is coming for you to preach that sermon
Because hell is where that motherfucka will be burning,
“Slow singing and flower...
#family
#revenge
#sister
282 reads
9 Comments
DevilsChild
Poem Published
2nd Jun 2021 10:27am
2nd Jun 2021 10:27am
Untitled
#sister
#family
#abuse #healing
#abuse #healing
587 reads
DevilsChild
Poem Published
2nd Jun 2021 10:27am
2nd Jun 2021 10:27am
Untitled
#sister
#family
#abuse #healing
#abuse #healing
587 reads
DevilsChild
Poem Published
2nd Jun 2021 10:27am
2nd Jun 2021 10:27am
Untitled
#sister
#family
#abuse #healing
#abuse #healing
587 reads
DevilsChild
Poem Published
2nd Jun 2021 10:27am
2nd Jun 2021 10:27am
Untitled
#sister
#family
#abuse #healing
#abuse #healing
587 reads
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...
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...
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
#gratitude
#honesty
#sister
#TruthOfLife
292 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...
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...
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
#gratitude
#honesty
#sister
#TruthOfLife
292 reads
20 Comments
DU Poetry : Poems for and About Sisters Published by Members Recently Online
