Poems for and About Sisters by Top Critiquers
#sister
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
1203 reads
27 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
283 reads
20 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
371 reads
22 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
233 reads
1 Comment
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
5th Feb 2024 8:59pm
5th Feb 2024 8:59pm
Happy Birthday to #9
I do not know, as yet, if you have heard
about the poet who rules the night
with chiseled stanzas and surpassing word,
like the sort that might give werewolves delight.
He champions the old and gothic whimsey
like Edgar Allan Poe, or some old ghost,
whose haunting voice is not weak or flimsy
like some daytime T.V. talk show host.
Oh, the time has come for all to witness
the genius of my nocturnal thought
and glorious linguistic fitness...
the kind, you know, that just can't be bought.
But hold! The bells have...
about the poet who rules the night
with chiseled stanzas and surpassing word,
like the sort that might give werewolves delight.
He champions the old and gothic whimsey
like Edgar Allan Poe, or some old ghost,
whose haunting voice is not weak or flimsy
like some daytime T.V. talk show host.
Oh, the time has come for all to witness
the genius of my nocturnal thought
and glorious linguistic fitness...
the kind, you know, that just can't be bought.
But hold! The bells have...
#sister
188 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
453 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
200 reads
4 Comments
Numer90
Numer0-un0
Numer0-un0
Poem Published
20th Jan 2021 6:40pm
20th Jan 2021 6:40pm
L.U.R.F.A My Five Queen Star
How may I help you..?
Can I be of any assistance..?
At your service!
I won't go where.. with you i remain here..
I only reach there.. so i can get a tale here..
So let me get fear.. among the ones am much safer..
Let me get tear.. only among the ones am much dear..
Let me get better.. only among you i feel shiver..
Let me get wear.. only among the ones am much weaker..
Let me get fear.. for The Only One i Purify..
Now I am only sincere..
This is in my mind you have..
(You always got me!)
You Marias are my...
Can I be of any assistance..?
At your service!
I won't go where.. with you i remain here..
I only reach there.. so i can get a tale here..
So let me get fear.. among the ones am much safer..
Let me get tear.. only among the ones am much dear..
Let me get better.. only among you i feel shiver..
Let me get wear.. only among the ones am much weaker..
Let me get fear.. for The Only One i Purify..
Now I am only sincere..
This is in my mind you have..
(You always got me!)
You Marias are my...
#sister
373 reads
0 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
278 reads
9 Comments
Grace
IDryad
IDryad
Poem Published
20th Sep 2024 3:32pm
20th Sep 2024 3:32pm
A Sunset, A Passing and Remembrance
our youthful steps printed on the sand
when we wandered on this beach
we were young and invincible
youth upon our wings we dared to soar
we wandered watching many sunsets
admiring the hues of the sky
reflecting on the sea in many colours
we walked, sharing our dreams
we made promises never to forget
the times together cups of tea
shared on tables with scrabble blocks
crumbs of biscuits on table cloth
death a thief stole your golden days
life that led us in its winding highways
parted us in crossroads...
when we wandered on this beach
we were young and invincible
youth upon our wings we dared to soar
we wandered watching many sunsets
admiring the hues of the sky
reflecting on the sea in many colours
we walked, sharing our dreams
we made promises never to forget
the times together cups of tea
shared on tables with scrabble blocks
crumbs of biscuits on table cloth
death a thief stole your golden days
life that led us in its winding highways
parted us in crossroads...
#death
#sister
173 reads
6 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
483 reads
3 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
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DU Poetry : Poems for and About Sisters by Top Critiquers
