Poems About Sisters (21 Beautiful Poems You Should Read)

Poems about Sisters: Sisters are remarkably caring and supportive. They are almost always there to play the mother and friend –giving assistance and advice when you need them the most. Having a good sister is a privilege every sane person wishes for.

Poems about Sisters

Poems About Sisters

Poems about sisters explore new ways to glory the sisterly bond and compassion shared among female siblings. We specially selected the poems about sisters contained here to help celebrate the remarkable impact of sisters on the family and the society at large.

1. For a Sister

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.

Christina Rossetti

2. Brother and Sister

“SISTER, sister, go to bed!
Go and rest your weary head.”
Thus the prudent brother said.

“Do you want a battered hide,
Or scratches to your face applied?”
Thus his sister calm replied.

“Sister, do not raise my wrath.
I’d make you into mutton broth
As easily as kill a moth”

The sister raised her beaming eye
And looked on him indignantly
And sternly answered, “Only try!”

Off to the cook he quickly ran.
“Dear Cook, please lend a frying-pan
To me as quickly as you can.”

And wherefore should I lend it you?”
“The reason, Cook, is plain to view.
I wish to make an Irish stew.”

“What meat is in that stew to go?”

“My sister’ll be the contents!”
“Oh”
“You’ll lend the pan to me, Cook?”
“No!”

Lewis Carroll

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3. My Sister Laura

My sister Laura’s bigger than me
And lifts me up quite easily.
I can’t lift her, I’ve tried and tried;
She must have something heavy inside.

– Spike Milligan

4. The Black Swan

When the swans turned my sister into a swan
I would go to the lake, at night, from milking:
The sun would look out through the reeds like a swan,
A swan’s red beak; and the beak would open
And inside there was darkness, the stars and the moon.

Out on the lake, a girl would laugh.
“Sister, here is your porridge, sister,”
I would call; and the reeds would whisper,
“Go to sleep, go to sleep, little swan.”
My legs were all hard and webbed, and the silky

Hairs of my wings sank away like stars
In the ripples that ran in and out of the reeds:
I heard through the lap and hiss of water
Someone’s “Sister . . . sister,” far away on the shore,
And then as I opened my beak to answer

I heard my harsh laugh go out to the shore
And saw – saw at last, swimming up from the green
Low mounds of the lake, the white stone swans:
The white, named swans . . . “It is all a dream,”
I whispered, and reached from the down of the pallet

To the lap and hiss of the floor.
And “Sleep, little sister,” the swan all sang
From the moon and stars and frogs of the floor.
But the swan my sister called, “Sleep at last, little sister,”
And stroked all night, with a black wing, my wings.

Randall Jarrell

5. One Sister Have I in Our House

One Sister have I in our house –
And one a hedge away.
There’s only one recorded,
But both belong to me.

One came the way that I came –
And wore my past year’s gown –
The other as a bird her nest,
Builded our hearts among.

She did not sing as we did –
It was a different tune –
Herself to her a Music
As Bumble-bee of June.

Today is far from Childhood –
But up and down the hills
I held her hand the tighter –
Which shortened all the miles –

And still her hum
The years among,
Deceives the Butterfly;
Still in her Eye
The Violets lie
Mouldered this many May.

I spilt the dew –
But took the morn, –
I chose this single star
From out the wide night’s numbers –
Sue – forevermore!

Emily Dickinson

Poems about Sisters

6. The Importance of a Sister

A sister is someone who loves you from the heart,
No matter how much you argue you cannot be drawn apart.
She is a joy that cannot be taken away,
Once she enters your life, she is there to stay.

A friend who helps you through difficult times,
Her comforting words are worth much more than dimes.
A partner who fills your life with laughs and smile,
These memories last for miles and miles.

When she is by your side, the world is filled with life,
When she is not around, your days are full of strife.
A sister is a blessing, who fills your heart with love,
She flies with you in life with the beauty of a dove.

A companion to whom you can express your feelings,
She doesn’t let you get bored at family dealings.
Whether you are having your ups or downs,
She always helps you with a smile and never frowns.

With a sister you cannot have a grudge,
She is as sweet as chocolate and as smooth as fudge.
Having a sister is not just a trend,
It is knowing you can always turn to her, your best friend.

Shiv Sharma

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7. Night is My Sister

Night is my sister, and how deep in love,
How drowned in love and weedily washed ashore,
There to be fretted by the drag and shove
At the tide’s edge, I lie—these things and more:
Whose arm alone between me and the sand,
Whose voice alone, whose pitiful breath brought near,
Could thaw these nostrils and unlock this hand,
She could advise you, should you care to hear.

Small chance, however, in a storm so black,
A man will leave his friendly fire and snug
For a drowned woman’s sake, and bring her back
To drip and scatter shells upon the rug.
No one but Night, with tears on her dark face,
Watches beside me in this windy place.

Edna St. Vincent Millay

8. From the Sun and Her Flowers

it isn’t blood that makes you my sister
it’s how you understand my heart
as though you carry it
in your body

– Rupi Kaur

9. To My Sister

It is the first mild day of March:
Each minute sweeter than before,
The Redbreast sings from the tall larch
That stands beside our door.

There is a blessing in the air,
Which seems a sense of joy to yield
To the bare trees, and mountains bare,
And grass in the green field.

My Sister! (’tis a wish of mine)
Now that our morning meal is done,
Make haste, your morning task resign;
Come forth and feel the sun.

Edward will come with you;—and pray,
Put on with speed your woodland dress;
And bring no book: for this one day
We’ll give to idleness.

No joyless forms shall regulate
Our living Calendar:
We from to-day, my friend, will date
The opening of the year.

Love, now a universal birth,
From heart to heart is stealing,
From earth to man, from man to earth,
—It is the hour of feeling.

One moment now may give us more
Than years of toiling reason:
Our minds shall drink at every pore
The spirit of the season.

Some silent laws our hearts will make,
Which they shall long obey:
We for the year to come may take
Our temper from to-day.

And from the blessed power that rolls
About, below, above,
We’ll frame the measure of our souls:
They shall be tuned to love.

Then come, my Sister! come I pray,
With speed put on your woodland dress;
—And bring no book: for this one day
We’ll give to idleness.

– William Wordsworth

10. To My Dear Sister

We will not like those men our offerings pay
Who crown the cup, then think they crown the day.
We make no garlands, nor an altar build,
Which help not Joy, but Ostentation yield.
Where mirth is justly grounded these wild toyes
Are but a troublesome, and empty noise.

But these shall be my great Solemnities,
Orinda’s wishes for Cassandra’s bliss.
May her Content be as unmix’d and pure
As my Affection, and like that endure;
And that strong Happiness may she still find
Not owing to her Fortune, but her Mind.

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.

May nothing accidental e’re appear
But what shall with new bonds their Souls endear;
And may they count the hours as they pass,
By their own Joys, and not by Sun or Glass:
While every day like this may Sacred prove
To Friendship, Gratitude, and Strictest Love.

– Katherine Philps

Poems about Sisters

11. On the Death of a Sister

Dear to my soul! ah, early lost!
Affection’s arm was weak to save:
Now friendship’s pride, and virtue’s boast,
Have come to an untimely grave!

Closed, ever closed, those speaking eyes,
Where sweetness beam’d, where candour shone;
And silent that heart-thrilling voice,
Which music loved, and call’d her own.

That gentle bosom now is cold,
Where feeling’s vestal splendours glow’d;
And crumbling down to common mould,
That heart where love and truth abode.

Yet I behold the smile unfeign’d,
Which doubt dispell’d and kindness won;
Yet the soft diffidence, that gain’d
The triumph it appear’d to shun.

Delusion all – forbear, my heart;
These unavailing throbs restrain,
Destruction has perform’d his part,
And Death proclaim’d – thy pangs are vain.

Vain though they be, this heart must swell
With grief that time shall ne’er efface;
And still with bitter pleasure dwell
On ev’ry virtue, ev’ry grace.

For ever lost – I vainly dream’d
That Heaven my early friend would spare;
And, darker as the prospect seem’d,
The more I struggled with despair.

I said – yet a presaging tear
Unbidden rose, and spoke more true –
‘She still shall live – th’ unfolding year
Shall banish care, and health renew.

‘She yet shall tread the flow’ry field,
And catch the opening rose’s breath:
To watchful love disease shall yield,
And friendship ward the shaft of death.’

‘Alas! before the violet bloom’d –
Before the snows of winter fled;
Too certain fate my hopes consumed,
For she was number’d with the dead.

She died – deserving to be mourn’d,
While parted worth a pang can give.
She died – by Heaven’s best gifts adorn’d,
While folly, falsehood, baseness, live.

Long in their aseness live secure
The noxious weed and wounding thorn,
While, snatch’d by violence, ere mature,
The lily from her stem is torn.

Yet who shall blame the heart that feels
When Heaven resumes the good it gave?
Yet who shall scorn the tear that falls
From friendship’s eye at virtue’s grave?

Friend, parent, sister – tenderest names!
May I, as pale at mem’ry’s shrine
Ye pour the tribute anguish claims,
Approach unblamed, and mingle mine.

Long on the joys of vanish’d years
The glance of sadness shall ye cast;
Long, long th’ emphatic speech of tears
Shall mourn thy bloom for ever past.

And thou, who from the orient day
Return’st with hope’s gay dreams elate,
Falsely secure and vainly gay,
Unconscious of the stroke of fate.

What waits thee? not th’ approving smile
Of faithful love that chases care;
Not the fond glance o’er paying toil,
But cold and comfortless despair.

Despair! – I see the phantom rove
On Cail’s green banks, no longer bright,
And fiercely grasp the torch of love,
And plunge it in sepulchral night.

Farewell, sweet maiden; at thy tomb
My silent footstep oft shall stray;
More dear to me its hallow’d gloom,
Than life’s broad glare, and fortune’s day.

And oft, as fancy paints thy bier,
And mournful eyes thy lowly bed,
The secret sigh shall rise – the tear
That shuns observance shall be shed.

Nor shall the thoughts of thee depart,
Nor shall my soul regret resign,
Till mem’ry perish, till this heart
Be cold and motionless as thine.

– James Grahame

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12. Letting You Go

I know I have to face the day
when my mornings will not be as sweet,
when I’ll wake up and feel
like something is missing and nothing is there,
when you will be waking up next to someone else
who isn’t me.
Every day I fear this morning is getting closer.

Every night I fall asleep,
I sleep in hopes of dreaming
that everything would be like it was before,
but I can’t get that chance
because reality will not leave me alone.

I will always have to confess one thing:
nothing scares me more than losing the person
I have always had by my side.
At night I’ll feel so alone and lost without you,
and maybe you’ll be lonesome too

I know I’m being selfish
for wanting something I can’t have forever,
but I will always feel in my heart and in my soul
that you belong to me,
no matter the distance, no matter the place, no matter the time.

My mornings are getting colder,
my nights are getting restless.
I will never stop thinking about the day I’ll have to say it,
the day I’ll have to say goodbye.

That day is getting closer,
the day I’ve been wishing never to come,
the day of your departure.
I’ll watch helplessly as you turn around to leave.
A part of me will die the day I’ll let you go.

– Ivanna M. Torres

13. Sister of Mine

Sister of mine, please know that I miss you,
As miles seperate us in life as we roam.
I close my eyes and we’re still together…
Splashing in puddles as we skip toward home.

Picking wish-flowers and making mud-pies,
In fields of Summer, under apricot skies.
Oh it really does seem like yesterday,
And I’ll always remember us this way.

Sister of mine, please know that I love you,
No distance on earth, could alter this truth.
Not a day passes, that I don’t think of you,
And far-away playgrounds in dreams of youth.

– ToddMichael St. Pierre

14. Sister In-Law

Sister-in-law has got special position
All liberties but close relation out of question
So much praise showered on her with special mention
Husband praises without any hesitation

She stands as half wife for full wife
Vacancy is filled when situation is rife
Not to worry for any good flirt
Wife has to remain quiet but always alert,

No sweet but good and colourful relation,
Happy moments and adding to elations,
No tension and worry when she is around,
You can have easy walk on slippery ground

Husbands take pride in having in law
Don’t find fault or any other flaw
Always ready and anxious to care
Prefer all relation but to be seen no where

Wives too happy and share lenient views
Allows no freedom which is undue
After all, in law is her real sister
Above all, husband is her real mister

So long not married, everything goes well
After her departure, it turns into hell
No one is prepared for stories to tell
It was only phase not much to dwell

Even kids may prefer in law to mother
Not even look in home even at father
This doesn’t drive them crazy any more
No one takes note and stress or bother

This is delicate relation and bound to suffer
Many ups and downs with stories to offer
Many may argue with difference of opinion
After all it is sister-in- law and not the companion

– Hasmukh Amathalal

15. Sister Cat

Cat stands at the fridge,
Cries loudly for milk.
But I’ve filled her bowl.

Wild cat, I say, Sister,
Look, you have milk.
I clink my fingernail
Against the rim. Milk.

With down and liver,
A word I know she hears.
Her sad miaow.
She runs to me.

She dips in her whiskers
but boesn’t drink.
As sometimes I want the light on
When it is on. Or when
I saw the woman walking
toward my house and
I thought there’s Frances.

Then looked in the car mirror
To be sure. She stalks
The room. She wants. Milk
Beyond milk. World beyond
This one, she cries.

– Frances Mayes

Poems about Sisters

16. My Little Sister

My little sister is
always there when you need her.
My little sister is the
best little sister ever
and i would not trade her for anything.
My little sister has
a way of making everyone
laugh when they have a bad day.
My little sister is one of a kind
My little sister is annoying to,
but i still love her anyways.
My little sister
is also my best friend.
– Jennifer hall

17. To His Sister

Loving Sister: every line
Of your last letter was so fine
With the best mettle, that the grayne
Of Scrivener’s pindust were but vayne:
The touch of Gold did sure instill
Some vertue more than did the Quill.
And since you write noe cleanly hand
Your token bids mee understand
Mine eyes have here a remedy
Wherby to reade more easily.
I doe but jeast: your love alone
Is my interpretation:
My words I will recant, and sweare
I know your hand is wondrous faire.

– William Strode

18. To My Dear Sister

We will not like those men our offerings pay
Who crown the cup, then think they crown the day.
We make no garlands, nor an altar build,
Which help not Joy, but Ostentation yield.
Where mirth is justly grounded these wild toyes
Are but a troublesome, and empty noise.

But these shall be my great Solemnities,
Orinda’s wishes for Cassandra’s bliss.
May her Content be as unmix’d and pure
As my Affection, and like that endure;
And that strong Happiness may she still find
Not owing to her Fortune, but her Mind.

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.

May nothing accidental e’re appear
But what shall with new bonds their Souls endear;
And may they count the hours as they pass,
By their own Joys, and not by Sun or Glass:
While every day like this may Sacred prove
To Friendship, Gratitude, and Strictest Love.

– Katherine Philips

19. A Message to My Sister

When we talked yesterday
your pain was so apparent
even though
you wouldn’t say.

I could feel you
through my computer.
I could feel your pain
and your desire
for happiness.

I have faith in you
and if I could send my strength
acrossed the many miles
to help guide you
through the roads
that are bound to get rough
I would.

Prove everyone wrong
show them
that you have suffered
long enough
and that now
you will accept nothing
less than happiness.

We were born into pain
loneliness
and abuse.
Don’t stay there.
You are so young still
and what a survivors story
you will have
when you overcome
all your obstacles
and create the life
you’ve never dared to dream!

– Mary Nagy

20. Sister Friend, Why

Sister, Friend, Why!
Sister, friend, you are so beautiful.
Why do you let him put you down?
Yelling, screaming, hitting, insults, cries of pain.
Sister, friend, you are a child of God.
When are you going to let go and give it to God?
Start walking, run, don’t turn back.
Jesus is holding His hand out, smile and say, I am free.
Go, sister, friend, positive energy, laughing, smiling,
Beautiful face, tall and erect stature.
Welcome back, there goes my friend.
Welcome back….

– Adrienne Clark Strachn

21. Sister Jane

When Sister Jane, who had produced a child,
In prayer and penance all her hours beguiled
Her sister-nuns around the lattice pressed;
On which the abbess thus her flock addressed:
Live like our sister Jane, and bid adieu
To worldly cares:–have better things in view.

Yes, they replied, we sage like her shall be,
When we with love have equally been free.

– Jean De La Fontaine

These poems about sisters are creatively writing to highlight the influence and contribution of ladies in the family as well as explore the bond between sisters. If you have a sister, these poems about sisters are recommended to use in celebrating her. Thanks For Reading.

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