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Poem Details | by Jacqueline R. Mendoza |
Categories: angel, beautiful, beauty, black african american, bridal shower, caregiving, celebrity, childhood, christian, cousin, daughter, death of a friend, devotion, education, environment, father daughter, first love, flower, children, for her, kids, how i feel, little sister, me, mom, mother, native american, nostalgia, people, poets, school, spiritual, student, woman, women, work,

Qualities of Health Engendering Women

They see strengths
Not the limitations
These are people who will make you proud of yourself
They will tell you why you’re special
Trust you to the point you have to answer their expectations
They make you better than you normally are
You can be proud of yourself
They respect you 
For what you’ve done
Where you’ve come from
They see what you’ve experienced something real
Respect you for your courage
They live by their rules
They do not expect you to follow theirs
They are at peace to themselves
They are not proving anything to you
They are good listeners
Sincere in their interest in you
You feel important
They are available for honest
Genuine discussion
Makes you want to share yourself



Poem Details | by Pierre Mhanna |
Categories: absence, anger, cancer, death, farewell, little sister, loss,

My Sister Sleeps

Beneath the pines my sister sleeps
No joy or woe upon her creeps,
My falling tears call out to hear
Once more her voice warming my ear,
Yet my sister sleeps in deep rest
No voice will call her from the west,
Forever unseen now she dwells
There where the darkness swells and swells.

Poem Details | by Sarah Heath |
Categories: bereavement, death, family, little sister, missing you, sister, tribute,

Two Sisters

Sister. No sweeter sounding word
Ever spoken. Ever heard

Two flowers growing on one tree
Bestowed with beauty equally

Two moonbeam smiles hand-in-hand
Secrets shared in fairyland

Younger shadow mirrors the older
Little girl tears on a big girl's shoulder

Lives diminished without your guidance
I am your sister, I carry your silence

Four pillars prevail, one father, one mother
I am one sister and you are the other

Poem Details | by Roman Chebukin |
Categories: daughter, death, depression, family, father, husband, sad, little sister,

Late Night New

Sitting in a chair and watching a movie I get a phone call,
She's dead, my little sister tells me, and I drop the ball.
you are really gone, I can't believe how this can happen,
You didn't have to go, I wish I could of dropped in. 

Hearing and seeing all the tears that are being poured out for you is very sad,
This day will be remembered in yours and you two little angels forever and that's not bad. 
Not being able to see you any more will be hard but ill think of something to occupy my self,
But till than tho, shine bright for our God and save me a crown a big shelf.


Dedication to: Alina Bukhanstova and her two little angels. 

PS: R.I.P, you will be missed.


Poem Details | by Jimmi Canada |
Categories: angst, depression, drug, grief, little sister, lost, metaphor, my children, race, rap, world war ii,

The fitness

Jumping the jam,

I am peter pan,

doing a man,

don't know his name at this dam.


Down-stream is a clam,

up is a nap-

I creak when I walk,

never stop for talk,

just smoke a lot,

and hope for a magical robot,
to intercept the hotness right outta the golf.


Reading a lot,

speeding at the shop,

rotating at the main evacuation,

suffocating during masterb#***$!

Stoning without stoners to bank it,

waiting for sin to just spank it!

I read the riddles,
and rape the shingles-

right off red roofs,
of old men sitting in bagels.

I retort the regime,

I run from the scene,

I do all the same drugs,

I hate all the same thugs.

 

					

Poem Details | by Julian Scutts |
Categories: absence, bereavement, little sister, war,

Have you seen our little sister

How wan the lily of the vale, 
How sick the rose. 
No children play, 
No children sing. 

Have you seen our little sister? 
We saw her in our garden, 
Her pockets full of posies, 
We saw her skip away to yonder hill. 

A gale is strangely blowing 
Through beds of wilting flowers, 
And the crimson sun is sinking 
Until its strength must fail 
Unmindful of our woes 
And the burdens of this day.
 
If you see our little sister, 
tell her we wish her well. 

The willows are yet weeping, 
The cedar still is mourning 
And birds refuse to sing. 

If you see our little sister, 
Then tell her not to fear 
For her home of quiet darkness 
Is a better place than here. 


Poem Details | by Vjckie Thayer |
Categories: anti bullying, conflict, death, judgement, little sister,

ANGEL'A

There is no time for heaven,

I have some haunting to do,

You left things untidy for me,

How dare you,

Trying to clean up now,

When I can't defend myself,

You tell the world about me,

But it's you, 

That needs a mouth washing,

Soap on your tongue,

Clean your filthy lies,

Yes indeed, 

I have some haunting to do,

Heaven can wait.

                                              ~Vickie~




Poem Details | by Fiona Kaldeway |
Categories: death, depression, emotions, family, goodbye, little sister, loneliness,

Stars

Falling.
Falling.
Falling.
Regret fills the mind.
A quarter of the way down, I think about my family.
Halfway down, I remember that I never called my sister.
Nearly there now; I realize that every single problem can be solved.
A porcelain figure shatters on the pavement.
A heel grinds it into dust.
Attention.
I drift.
There are stars.
I see stars.
Stars.

Poem Details | by Roy Pett |
Categories: brother, death, father, little sister, me, mother,

Kimo therapy

Dear brother your sorrow is my sorrow,
but at this time we need strength 
allow others to grieve,

Dear sister my pain like yours is severe,
our loss can not be ignored 
your sadness will be shared,

Dear mother life’s landed a cruel blow,
Dads love is instilled in us
his love is eternal.


8/7/2018
Kimo therapy contest
Sponsored by Carol Connell.

Poem Details | by Jason Crump |
Categories: angst, art, confusion, death, devotion, education, love, little sister,

Why

Ive tryed to learn 
Ive tryed to fly
all you seem to want
is for me to cry
Tryed to run
tryed to hide
you love my pain
youll love when I die
I said I would follow you to the end of time
but if you dont step up this heart well stay mine.
I wake every moring to only pain
my life is unliveable 
why wont this change
I dont want heaven
nore live in hell
just remove this life
form this cell
stop my time
stop my pain 
noone knows
to them is all the same
But I have to wake every day to other peoples happiness
so fuk your games 
Ill die alone if thats the only way
what can i do. 
when my little sister curses you.
Maybe shes right!

Poem Details | by A.O. Molony |
Categories: 5th grade, appreciation, bereavement, childhood, children, heartbroken, sister,

My Little Sister

My Little Sister

There is a girl I really like.
I haven't seen her in a long time.
She is my little snowflake.
I really wish she was still mine.

With hair like glitter
And a smile like a dream,
My mind remembers
All that I've ever seen.

Oh! Little sister.
My heart! My love! 
I pray you'll come back 
My sweet little dove.

Poem Details | by Lacey boots |
Categories: death, sad, teen, little sister,

To Die

Take a gun and put it to your head.
You tell your self this,"I am  better off dead."
You the trigger and that bullet comes out.
but what if you don't die, theres always that doubt.

Take some pills, and try 2 overdose.
You watch the world spin
you fall down and the paramedics come but u don't die
your left mentally disabled, this is no lie.

Take a knife and stab yourself.
And watch the blood flow.
Your little sister comes in, and that's what you had to show.
There she is watching  you die slowly.
why would you want to see her cry?

Poem Details | by Ann Foster |
Categories: abuse, caregiving, cinderella, death of a friend, forgiveness, judgement, little sister,

When I Grow Up

When I Grow Up

It will be okay. 
I will be six foot 
and five inches.
I will be bigger than him. 
I will be as big as grandpa.

I will take him to the shed.
Instead of you. 
I will make him shake. 
Instead of you. 
I will make sure you, 
never shake again. 

When I grow up, 
I will be your hero. 
I am too little yet. 
I am small…
for a brother.
Hardly noticed.
But, 
I will remember. 
I will.