Poems for and About Sisters by Top Critiquers
#sister
faithmairee
Poem Published
21st Jun 2020 3:10pm
21st Jun 2020 3:10pm
I Have A Voice
I have a voice
it will not be stilled
hear me
hear my words
of deep concern
for you
for them
for family
for our nation
we are all
but brothers and sisters
not here to hurt
each other
but to help one another
I have a voice
you have one too
use it for uniting
not dividing each other
and don't forget that
we all matter
it will not be stilled
hear me
hear my words
of deep concern
for you
for them
for family
for our nation
we are all
but brothers and sisters
not here to hurt
each other
but to help one another
I have a voice
you have one too
use it for uniting
not dividing each other
and don't forget that
we all matter
#brother
#sister
#family
#America
#peace
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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
nightbirdblue
enbyblue
enbyblue
Poem Published
16th Jan 2022 3:27am
16th Jan 2022 3:27am
Darkspots
when I was a young tot
she curled my bangs
and burned me hot
skin sizzling, my
emotions toward her
kept on burning
as I held up a mirror
to flames, eternally
~ ~ ~
darkspots emerging
on aging skin
marketed products
to hide the sin
casting shadows
on truths within
reminders of all
that has been
she curled my bangs
and burned me hot
skin sizzling, my
emotions toward her
kept on burning
as I held up a mirror
to flames, eternally
~ ~ ~
darkspots emerging
on aging skin
marketed products
to hide the sin
casting shadows
on truths within
reminders of all
that has been
#sister
#mirror
#memories
#aging
#SelfReflection
324 reads
11 Comments
WillowsWhimsies
Poem Published
7th Apr 2024 2:01pm
7th Apr 2024 2:01pm
that 2nd step...
7 of 30
she stepped boldly off a cliff
eyes open wide
spreading wings untried
& my gods...
you should have seen that girl fly
in a clear blue sky she grew more confident
sure she could soar at last
but a storm blew in & she was caught in the blast
startled by sudden turbulence
she plummeted toward the ground
trembling & crumpled
heart thundering & battered
fractured wings curled protectively around
her
stability shattered
as whispers in her ear offered much needed hope ...
she stepped boldly off a cliff
eyes open wide
spreading wings untried
& my gods...
you should have seen that girl fly
in a clear blue sky she grew more confident
sure she could soar at last
but a storm blew in & she was caught in the blast
startled by sudden turbulence
she plummeted toward the ground
trembling & crumpled
heart thundering & battered
fractured wings curled protectively around
her
stability shattered
as whispers in her ear offered much needed hope ...
#strength
#sister
#admiration #NaPoWriMo2024
#admiration #NaPoWriMo2024
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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
355 reads
6 Comments
Ahavati
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
1097 reads
27 Comments
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
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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
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3 Comments
Pinkdreams
Poem Published
14th Aug 2022 7:36am
14th Aug 2022 7:36am
It's Surprise Time!
Oh oh oh it's Surprise Time! It's Surprise Time! With good-ie-ies for YOU!
Surprise Time is a song I came up with when I was 12, the silly summer my sister, best friend and I shared a guest bedroom in my grandparent's Western North Carolina vacation home.
The song was accompanied by a ritual: the recipient had to close their eyes. The singer (we went on to take turns), just back from the kitchen, would deposit food into the recepient's outstretched palm. Often, it was something good: a small piece of cheese, a cookie, maybe even a brownie edge. However, depending...
Surprise Time is a song I came up with when I was 12, the silly summer my sister, best friend and I shared a guest bedroom in my grandparent's Western North Carolina vacation home.
The song was accompanied by a ritual: the recipient had to close their eyes. The singer (we went on to take turns), just back from the kitchen, would deposit food into the recepient's outstretched palm. Often, it was something good: a small piece of cheese, a cookie, maybe even a brownie edge. However, depending...
#sister
#BestFriend
#childhood
#inspirational
#summer
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smackdownraven
Poem Published
25th Dec 2023 00:44am
25th Dec 2023 00:44am
Christmas
I remember the Christmas lights the best
decorating our tree with dazzling colors
so shiny next to the tinsel
the brightly wrapped packages
and my dreams of what would be awaiting me Christmas morning
I would watch all night waiting for Santa to come
bringing gifts for me and my sisters
I could barely stand the wait
until then we baked Christmas cookies
and made lists for the man himself
my dad was my favorite part of the season
he loved Christmas and would always go out of his way
to make it beautiful for us
...
decorating our tree with dazzling colors
so shiny next to the tinsel
the brightly wrapped packages
and my dreams of what would be awaiting me Christmas morning
I would watch all night waiting for Santa to come
bringing gifts for me and my sisters
I could barely stand the wait
until then we baked Christmas cookies
and made lists for the man himself
my dad was my favorite part of the season
he loved Christmas and would always go out of his way
to make it beautiful for us
...
#love
#father
#sister
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4 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
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Gahddess_Worship
Poem Published
16th Apr 2020 11:50pm
16th Apr 2020 11:50pm
Missing You, Big Sis
The only step-sib that understood me
to recognize that my mom just died
and was consequently still grieving
remembering how you defended me
whether from step-mom injustice
or the only cul-de-sac bully
who soon after became my best friend
recalling the Summer you got me a job
doing yard work for our crooked, trucker uncle
each morning we’d navigate Highway 17
destination Scott’s Valley
you at the helm of your MG Midget
top down, blonde hair shimmering,
blowing wildly in the wind
As teens we worked the same...
to recognize that my mom just died
and was consequently still grieving
remembering how you defended me
whether from step-mom injustice
or the only cul-de-sac bully
who soon after became my best friend
recalling the Summer you got me a job
doing yard work for our crooked, trucker uncle
each morning we’d navigate Highway 17
destination Scott’s Valley
you at the helm of your MG Midget
top down, blonde hair shimmering,
blowing wildly in the wind
As teens we worked the same...
#love
#sister
#family
#death
#memories
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