20 Sister Poems : :

This is a writing about the Lord and his host:He was awaiting Death’s visit gratefully, and upon his pale face appeared the dawn of hope; and on his lops a sorrowful smile; and in his eyes forgiveness. He gladly bade the cold earth farewell without receiving a smile from its strange occupants.He was breathing his last and had no one at his bedside save the oil lamp, his only companion. He lifted his hands heavenward; he moved his eyes hopelessly, as if wanting to penetrate the ceiling in order to see the stars from behind the veil clouds.: : His longing for the death : : Come, oh gentle Death, and enfold me under your white wings, for my fellowmen are not in want of me. Embrace me, oh Death, full of love and mercy.: : “let your lips touch my lips which never tasted a mother’s kiss, not touched a sister’s cheeks, not caresses a sweetheart’s fingertips. Come and take me, by beloved Death.”: : Then , an Angel appeared holding in her hand a wreath of lilies. She embraced him and closed his eyes so he could see no more, except with the eye of his spirit. She impressed a deep and long and gently withdrawn kiss that left and eternal smile of fulfillment upon his lips. Then the hovel became empty. : : : : : : : : : Hundreds of years later, when the people of the city arose from the diseases slumber of ignorance and saw the dawn of knowledge, they erected a monument in the most beautiful garden of the city and celebrated a feast every year in honor of that poet, whose writings had freed them. Oh, how cruel is man’s ignorance! : : : : : : : A poet while alive, is treated harshly by the existence and looked down upon by his contemporaries – but when he dies, it is only then when he is celebrated and his work is finally appreciated – and so, he yearns to be dead so that his purpose of illuminating the humanity could be fulfilled – and after all, death is the only friend awaiting him faithfully and lovingly, welcoming… Such a wisdom, such a beauty! Khalil Gibran was a genius, indeed. He is a genius.: -) Is – not was, because ”poets’ death is their life”… Oh, indeed, it is…: -)

May her Content and Duty be the same,
And may she know no Grief but in the name.
May his and her Pleasure and Love be so
Involv’d and growing, that we may not know
Who most Affection or most Peace engrost;
Whose Love is strongest, or whose Bliss is most.

( 1 ) : To my dear Sister, Mrs. C.P. on her Nuptial : :

( 2 ) My Dearest Sister
© Aimee Tran

Published: December 2010 ( familyfriend )

Sister, you are a guardian angel in disguise.
You are perceptive, intelligent, and wise,
Always helping me through good and bad.
You are also the greatest friend I’ve ever had.
If I could have one wish, it would be
To give you all that you have given to me.
Though I’ve put our relationship through some hazy days,
You’ve been the sunlight that has shone in so many ways.
Through my ups and downs, right by me you stood,
And you gave me your hand whenever you could.
Though I am sure my mistakes will not end here,
You’re always there to keep me away from my fears.
I don’t doubt some of your headaches are from me.
With all the times you lecture and tease,
I stand there upset and displeased.
Though I tell you I can’t stand you,
You come back with, “That’s not true.”
We’ve had our fights,
Which lead to sleepless nights,
But in the end, I thank you so much.
My appreciation for you has no end.
You will always be my sister and my friend.

Happy Birthday, Sister!

( 3 ) Happy Birthday Sister
© Kathryn Ann
More By Kathryn Ann
Published: March 2012 ( familyfriend )

God gave me a beautiful gift when he gave me you
Not only a big sister but a best friend too
To share times of laughter and memories
You can’t put a price on precious times like these
What a blessing to have you in my life
Always compassionate in times of hardships and strife
Wishing you a Birthday making wonderful memories
With friends, family, and everything to please!

( 4 ) FROM GOBLIN MARKET AND OTHER POEMS BY CHRISTINA ROSSETTI
For there is no friend like a sister

In calm or stormy weather;

To cheer one on the tedious way,

To fetch one if one goes astray,

To lift one if one totters down,

To strengthen whilst one stands.

( 5 ) FROM THE SUN AND HER FLOWERS BY RUPI KAUR
it isn’t blood that makes you my sister

it’s how you understand my heart

as though you carry it

in your body.

( 6 ) “My Sister, My Friend” by Leann Stiegman
This can rightly be the best poem for a big sister.



To me, you are an angel in disguise.
Full of intuition, you are intelligent and wise.
Always giving and helping through good times and bad.
You are the best friend I’ve ever had.
If I had one wish, it would surely be
To give you as much as you’ve given to me.
Though I’ve put our relationship through some cloudy days,
You’ve been my sunshine in so many ways.
Through trials and tests, right by me, you stood,
And you gave me your hand whenever you could.
Thank you so much, my sister, my friend.
My gratitude for you has no end.

( 7 ) “My Misfit Charlie” by Caroline
These amazing words put light to the childhood memories siblings share!




When I was small I tried filling your shoes.
Not much has changed, it’s what I still try to do.
As time has gone by, I still see what I saw then,
Not only are you my sister, you are my friend.
We laughed and cried together with arms open wide.
When I lost who I was, you gave back my pride.
You are a part of me as the moon is to the stars,
And always remember I am me because of who you are.

( 8 ) “About That Little Girl That Beat Her Sister” by Ann Taylor
This cute narrative is a heart-touching poem for a little sister.




Go, go, my naughty girl, and kiss
Your little sister dear;
I must not have such things as this,
And noisy quarrels here.




What! little children scratch and fight,
That ought to be so mild;
Oh! Mary, it’s a shocking sight
To see an angry child.




I can’t imagine, for my part,
The reason for your folly;
She did not do you any hurt
By playing with your dolly.




See, see, the little tears that run
Fast from her watery eye:
Come, my sweet innocent, have done,
‘Twill do no good to cry.

Go, Mary, wipe her tears away,
And make it up with kisses:
And never turn a pretty play
To such a pet as this is.

( 9 ) “My Beautiful Sister” by Anonymous
Thank you for the magic in my life you bring about,
Thank you for helping me get rid of all my problems and doubts.
Thank you for making my world no less than a beautiful paradise,
Thank you dearest sister for always being to me so sweet and nice.

( 10 ) “Sister Sister” by Sierra Breeland
Here’s a funny poem for sister!

My sister is funny
she likes to eat money

I can’t wait till she goes to school
she might have a lot of work to do

I will have to teach her how to spell
I never want to be in hell

My sister is a tease
She is always making me freeze

She is so great
I do believe in fate

I am only seven
But I know all about heaven

My sister is almost two
I will have to teach her to tie her shoes

My sister I love to death
She is sometimes a mess

My sister I will never forget
She needs to learn not to hit

SISTER SISTER
I love you so
Thank you for being my sister
I will miss you so.

( 11 ) “We Are Sisters for Life” by Lori. A. Bitter
We are sisters for life, no matter what you say.
You may not be there every day, but you’re in my heart.
You make mistakes, as do I; you are forgiven, as am I.
We’ll hold through till the death.
I hope when we’re old we can look back and laugh.
I’ll always be there for you, and you can call on me for anything.
Always.
We may get into arguments and fights,
But no matter what, you’re always forgiven.
I may not say it though, but I love you always and forever.

( 12 ) “Irreplaceable Friend” by Anonymous
Summer reminds me of happy times,
Autumn brings in the sweet sound of wind chimes.

Spring has a beautiful story to tell,
Winter had the fluffy snow swell.
Sister, we lived the seasons together,
Now it is hard to stay away from each other.

( 13 ) “Apology to My Sister” by Rachel
If you are looking for a way to apologize to your sister, send her this sorry poem; she’ll forgive you in no time!

I am sorry, Sister, for hurting you…
Yelling at you and saying all those bad things to you…

I know there were the good days,
Where we would laugh and shop together…
Saying we will be sisters forever and ever,
But sometimes we have bad times too, my baby sister…

I can’t take back what I have said,
But I hope you understand that with anger
We can say things that are so untrue…

I know you are a wonderful person, talented, and have so much potential…
In my heart, you have a place because you are truly special

I commend you for your strength
And for your courage to fight every day…
I know that your life is hard,
And the people around you are negative…
I don’t want to add to that,
So find it in your heart to forgive.

I enjoy our special outings together,
But it’s not the same now that we have our families…
Our priorities have changed,
And we have to attend to other needs…

But, remember my sister, I am sorry for hurting you…
I did not choose my words, and they came out so wrong…
I know it will take time for our relationship to rebuild,
but I will wait…however long…

Again, I am sorry, Sister, for hurting you
Yelling at you and saying all those bad things to you…

( 14 ) “Thick & Thin” by Anonymous
Even though, we always fight
And I gotta admit, sometimes you are prolly right
Yes, I won’t deny, we always argue
Most of the times, it’s me vs you
But hey, no matter who’s right or wrong
I’ll always be there to sing your birthday song
Through thick and thin, through highs and lows
I promise, I’ll never let anyone dim your glow
Happy birthday sis.

( 15 ) “Together” by Anonymous
Together, we share a room
Together, we let gossip bloom
Together, we look at the stars in the sky
Together, we laugh and cry
Together, we study and play
Together, we keep enemies at bay
Together, we learn and grow
Together, in happiness and sorrow
Happy birthday Sis.

( 16 ) “Happy Birthday Sister” by Tree.Cards
Wishing you a wonderful day,
Happy birthday sister, I’d like to say,
Don’t you worry about the years,
I am sending, plenty of cheers.

So many things, you certainly deserve,
I know this, because I observe.
But if you don’t get that purse,
My love is clear, in this verse.

I wish you only the very best,
Health and happiness, and all the rest.
Hope my hugs are warm and hearty,
Are you ready for your party?

( 17 ) Happy Birthday Gift – To My Sister





When I asked sea about the Pearls,
It laughed and said that is one of my lovely jewels.

When I asked about light to the sun!
Overjoyed, he uttered there is no life without it.

I asked river, What pleases its heart?
And she said, to become lovely waterfall.

I asked flowers; tell me why thy blossom is for?
To play with the wind, the scent waft, Byron persecutes, and for it I live.

I asked moon, tell me your purpose of life?
To come at night play with stars and allure with waves and play hide and seek.

When I asked Mount, What is the purpose of your standing tall?
He said, to talk with clouds and convince them to fall on earth.

I asked, Birds tell me your whereabouts?
And they said, To fly high, to talk with winds and to sing a song.

And all of them asked me; Now you tell us what your heart feels about?

I said the greatest jewel of my life is bigger than all yours and that is for my Beloved Sister.

Because, Her love is deeper than the sea, her faith is more firm than mountains.
Her feelings are more gentle than the flowers, Lighter than clouds, playful like rivers

And she is bigger than the sky of Sun, Moon and all stars
And of course she is my Sister, My loving Sister – Farah Naaz.

M. Asim Nehal Sunday, October 11, 2015

( ૧૭ ) મેં દરિયાની પાસેથી મોતી માંગ્યા તો એણે હસીને કહ્યું કે મોતી મારું પ્રિય રત્ન છે ; સૂર્ય પાસેથી જ્યોતિ માંગી તો એણે હરખાયા સ્વર માં કહ્યું કે જયોતિ વીના તો જીવન રહે નહીં. નદીને પૂછ્યું કે ક્યાં રહેવા ગમે ? તો એણે કહ્યું કે જ્યારે મારો પ્રેમ ઉભરાઈ ને સુંદર ધોધનું ઝરણું થઈને વહે. ફુલો ને પૂછ્યું કહે , કે ક્યારે ખીલ્યાં !? તો મને કહ્યું કે થાય જ્યારે, પવન સંગ રમું , સુવાસ ફેલાવું , ભમરાને સતાવું ત્યારે ખીલ્યાં કરું. ચંદાને પૂછ્યું , કહો તમારું શું છે કહેવું : રાતે આવો , તારાઓ સાથે વહાલ કરો , લહેરો ને લલચાવો , કંઈક સંતા-કૂકડી રમત રમો.

પછી જ્યારે પૂછ્યું પર્વત 🗻 ને,કેટલે ઊંચે સુધી વધવાના છો !? વાદળો સાથે વાત કરવાની જરૂર છે સમજાય તેને મેહ વરસે . પંખીઓને પૂછ્યું, તમારે ક્યાં જવાનું હોય ? બધાં બોલ્યાં : અંબર પર ઊંચે ઉડીએ , પવન સાથે વાતો કરીએ , ગીત ગુંજતા કરીએ . અને પછી બધાએ મને પૂછ્યું : : હવે અમને કહો ક્યાં છે તમારું હૃદય ❤️ ‌!? મેં કહ્યું : :

મારા જીવનનું ભવ્ય રત્ન તમારા સૌના કરતા ચડિયાતું છે ; અને તે મારી ખૂબજ વ્હાલી બેન’બા છે. કારણકે બેન’બા નો પ્રેમ દરિયા પ્રવાહ કરતાં ઊંડો છે, એની નિષ્ઠા પહાડો કરતાં વધુ અડગ છે, ખરા દિલની એની લાગણીઓ ફૂલો કરતાં વધું સૌમ્ય છે, વાદળો કરતાં કોમળ નરમ , નદીઓની જેમ ચંચળ . અને , ચંદા , સૂરજ , આકાશ , તારાઓ થી વધારે મહત્ત્વ ધરાવે છે. અને અલબત્ત , એ મારી બેનડી છે. મારી વહાલી બહેન , ફરાહ નાઝ.

એમ. આસીમ નેહલ , રવિવારે ઓક્ટોબર ૧૧ , ૨૦૧૫ : : : :

( 18 ) Before I Knocked





Before I knocked and flesh let enter,
With liquid hands tapped on the womb,
I who was as shapeless as the water
That shaped the Jordan near my home
Was brother to Mnetha’s daughter
And sister to the fathering worm.

I who was deaf to spring and summer,
Who knew not sun nor moon by name,
Felt thud beneath my flesh’s armour,
As yet was in a molten form
The leaden stars, the rainy hammer
Swung by my father from his dome.

I knew the message of the winter,
The darted hail, the childish snow,
And the wind was my sister suitor;
Wind in me leaped, the hellborn dew;
My veins flowed with the Eastern weather;
Ungotten I knew night and day.

As yet ungotten, I did suffer;
The rack of dreams my lily bones
Did twist into a living cipher,
And flesh was snipped to cross the lines
Of gallow crosses on the liver
And brambles in the wringing brains.

My throat knew thirst before the structure
Of skin and vein around the well
Where words and water make a mixture
Unfailing till the blood runs foul;
My heart knew love, my belly hunger;
I smelt the maggot in my stool.

And time cast forth my mortal creature
To drift or drown upon the seas
Acquainted with the salt adventure
Of tides that never touch the shores.
I who was rich was made the richer
By sipping at the vine of days.

I, born of flesh and ghost, was neither
A ghost nor man, but mortal ghost.
And I was struck down by death’s feather.
I was a mortal to the last
Long breath that carried to my father
The message of his dying christ.

You who bow down at cross and altar,
Remember me and pity Him
Who took my flesh and bone for armour
And doublecrossed my mother’s womb.

Dylan Thomas

( 19 ) Pending.. .

( 20 ) Pending.. .

20 Sister Poems : : Presented by V Jayaraj Pune India August 17 , 2022 : : : : : : : : : : : : : :

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