55 Poems About Sisters Love That Make You Cry

55 Short And Inspirational Poems About Sisters Love

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“Sisters are different flowers from the same garden.”

That describes their encouraging and supportive nature.

If you have a sister, you’re a lucky soul as there’s so much to learn from her. It could be as small as making a sandwich or as big as being courageous to face the hurdles of life. Sisters are the unrecruited mothers, babysitters, and teachers. It is their unconditional love that makes them so special. Even after a huge fight, the unspoken bond with sisters makes everything right.

Your sister shares your joy, grief, pain, and victories. If you wish to make her smile, why not pen your feelings down through a poem? Read on to find the best sister poems that are bound to bring you closer.

55 Poems About Sisters

Sister Poem From Brother

The bond shared between brothers and sisters is unique. If you are a brother who wants to convey how special her sister is, check these poems.

1.  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

2.  On My Sister Joanna’s Entrance Into Her 33rd Year

On this thy natal day permit a friend –
A brother – with thy joys his own to blend:
In all gladness he would wish to share
As willing in thy griefs a part to bear.

Meekly attend the ways of higher heav’n!
Is much deny’d? Yet much my dear is giv’n.
Thy health, thy reason unimpaired remain
And while as new fal’n snows thy spotless fame
The partner of thy life, attentive – kind –
And blending e’en the interests of the mind.

What bliss is thine when fore thy glistring eye
Thy lovely infant train pass jocund by!
The ruddy cheek, the smiling morning face
Denote a healthy undegenerate race:
In them renew’d, you’ll live and live again,
And children’s children’s children lisp thy name.
Bright be the skies where’er my sister goes
Nor scowling tempests injure her repose –
The field of life with roses thick be strow’d
Nor one sharp thorn lie lurking in the road.
Thy ev’ry path be still a path of peace
And each revolving year thy joys increase;
Till hours and years of time itself be o’er
And one eternal day around thee pour.

— Henry Livingston Jr.

3.  Big Sis, I Love You

My dear Big Sis, you are the greatest there is
And amazing in every way.
I greatly admire and look up to you
Each and every day.

You are always showing how much you care,
From your heart that is filled with love.
You are a beautiful angel,
Sent from the heavens above.

I am the luckiest sis in the world
To have grown up next to you.
We played and laughed and had fun together,
A great bond that has always stayed true.

Big Sis, you are always in my heart and thoughts,
And I am always sending you a hug and kiss.
You are my world, and I love you so much.
Always and forever…your Lil’ Sis.

— Ranja Kujala

4.  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 smiles,
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

5. Sister Know Love

Sister can know love
Touch life with the charm of soul
Love as star shines
As the rain falls
Love smiles
Thinking about love
Wondering if she love
Is strong in brother heart
She said sweet talking man
You mister sweet talking man
Yet the truth must be heard
Watch out love coming
Surrender try one love
Close to find what brings
The sister to accepted the brother
Walk talk love
Feel the blessing
Of the eyes of love on life
It about the sister with brown eyes
Smiles that warm the heart
It about sister with the braids
About skin kiss by YAH love
Just right the shade darkness
It a dream come to life
In sister of soul

— George Jerone Jefferson

6.  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!”
Moral: Never stew your sister.

— Lewis Caroll

7. To A Sister

A fresh young voice that sings to me
So often many a simple thing,
Should surely not unanswered be
By all that I can sing.

Dear voice, be happy every way
A thousand changing tones among,
From little child’s unfinished lay
To angel’s perfect song.

In dewy woods-fair, soft, and green
Like morning woods are childhood’s bower-
Be like the voice of brook unseen
Among the stones and flowers;

A joyful voice though born so low,
And making all its neighbours glad;
Sweet, hidden, constant in its flow
Even when the winds are sad.

So, strengthen in a peaceful home,
And daily deeper meanings bear;
And when life’s wildernesses come
Be brave and faithful there.

Try all the glorious magic range,
Worship, forgive, console, rejoice,
Until the last and sweetest change-
So live and grow, dear voice.

— George MacDonald

8. Sister’s Cake

I’d not complain of Sister Jane, for she was good and kind,
Combining with rare comeliness distinctive gifts of mind;
Nay, I’ll admit it were most fit that, worn by social cares,

She’d crave a change from parlor life to that below the stairs,
And that, eschewing needlework and music, she should take
Herself to the substantial art of manufacturing cake.

At breakfast, then, it would befall that Sister Jane would say:
“Mother, if you have got the things, I’ll make some cake to-day!”
Poor mother’d cast a timid glance at father, like as not–
For father hinted sister’s cooking cost a frightful lot–
But neither she nor he presumed to signify dissent,
Accepting it for gospel truth that what she wanted went!

No matter what the rest of ‘em might chance to have in hand,
The whole machinery of the house came to a sudden stand;
The pots were hustled off the stove, the fire built up anew,
With every damper set just so to heat the oven through;
The kitchen-table was relieved of everything, to make
That ample space which Jane required when she compounded cake.

And, oh! the bustling here and there, the flying to and fro;
The click of forks that whipped the eggs to lather white as snow–
And what a wealth of sugar melted swiftly out of sight–
And butter? Mother said such waste would ruin father, quite!
But Sister Jane preserved a mien no pleading could confound
As she utilized the raisins and the citron by the pound.

Oh, hours of chaos, tumult, heat, vexatious din, and whirl!
Of deep humiliation for the sullen hired-girl;
Of grief for mother, hating to see things wasted so,
And of fortune for that little boy who pined to taste that dough!
It looked so sweet and yellow–sure, to taste it were no sin–
But, oh! how sister scolded if he stuck his finger in!

The chances were as ten to one, before the job was through,
That sister’d think of something else she’d great deal rather do!
So, then, she’d softly steal away, as Arabs in the night,
Leaving the girl and ma to finish up as best they might;
These tactics (artful Sister Jane) enabled her to take
Or shift the credit or the blame of that too-treacherous cake!

And yet, unhappy is the man who has no Sister Jane–
For he who has no sister seems to me to live in vain.
I never had a sister–may be that is why today
I’m wizened and dyspeptic, instead of blithe and gay;
A boy who’s only forty should be full of romp and mirth,
But I (because I’m sisterless) am the oldest man on earth!

Had I a little sister–oh, how happy I should be!
I’d never let her cast her eyes on any chap but me;
I’d love her and I’d cherish her for better and for worse–
I’d buy her gowns and bonnets, and sing her praise in verse;
And–yes, what’s more and vastly more–I tell you what I’d do:
I’d let her make her wondrous cake, and I would eat it, too!

I have a high opinion of the sisters, as you see–
Another fellow’s sister is so very dear to me!
I love to work anear her when she’s making over frocks,
When she patches little trousers or darns prosaic socks;
But I draw the line at one thing–yes, I don my hat and take
A three hours’ walk when she is moved to try her hand at cake!

— Eugene Field

Poetry About Sister’s Love

A sister’s love is unconditional and is sometimes hard to describe. If you are short of words to explain your sister’s love, these poems can help you do so.

9. Goblin Market

“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 Rosetti

10. My Sister

Scared and alone,
crying and fighting.
I didn’t want it to end.
My family, my home,
forever torn apart.

My family changing,
my life rearranging,
never to be the same again.
Lost in the dark
of long forgotten memories.

But now I see the truth,
That’s not what was meant to be.
I’ve found a true friend now,
my sister you’ll forever be.

I didn’t know then,
as I do now.
My family separated
to bring you to me.

You’ve been a friend and ally,
a playmate and pal.
You’ve been true and caring,
kind and loving.

I’m grateful for your smile,
and your sweet understanding.
I’m grateful for the laughs and
for all the good times.

I’m grateful for your happiness
and the joy you bring.
I’m grateful for the memories
of you and me.

I’m sorry I didn’t see it before,
what great friends we could be,
but I see it now,
and you’re my best friend.

I can tell you anything,
jokes and laughs and more.
I share secrets with you,
and, as far as I know,
you’ve told me them before.

I thank God for bringing you to me.
You’re my angel,
You’re my sister,
and hopefully forever
you will be….

— Anonymous

11.  Pressures here and there to be what I’m not

Daily I ask; who will love me for who I am?
It troubled me every time I’m faced with such questions
I thought I’ve got people to please rather than myself,
But you came right into my life,
Singing songs that I have never heard before
That I can live and not be scared at all;
Thinking of what people will say;
But I could live and express myself;
And make others also cherish themselves.
Thank you for always being there.

— Anonymous

12. My Sister, My Friend

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 ‘’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.

— Lien Steigman

13. What Is A Sister?

A sister is someone special to me.
A sister is someone to fight with.
A sister is someone to cry with.
A sister can sometimes understand you better than anyone else can.
A sister is there for you through good times and bad.
Some sisters are close.
Some are far apart.
Sometimes you might wish you could change your sister.
But if I changed just one thing about my sister it might ruin something.
Of course my sister wouldn’t be the same.
But most important it might ruin our sister relationship.
We are as close as we could possibly be.
Some people think a sister is just a sister.
But my sister is more than that.
She is and will always be my best friend.
And my sister will always be very special to me.
Because I couldn’t picture what my life would be like without her.

— Jessica Shaw

14. My Perfect Sister

My perfect sister holds me tight
My perfect sister kisses me goodnight
My perfect sister knows when I’m mad
My perfect sister helps me when I’m sad
My perfect sister is so smart
My perfect sister has my heart
My perfect sister is good and nice
My perfect sister holds me at night
My perfect sister loves me lots
My perfect sister ties the knot
My perfect sister is here to stay
My perfect sister I have until this very day
My perfect sister I wish you well
My perfect sister yes I can tell
My perfect sister asked if I lied
My perfect sister knows if I’ve cried
My perfect sister has moved away
My perfect sister is in my heart to and will always stay.

— Megan Sandifer

15.  Friendship with you, nearer to God

Continually, you lead me to my Lord,
Communing and fellowshipping you taught me,
The greater worth of life you showed me,
How selfless you have expressed yourself,
Being an example of the deeper love,
Walking the course of a truer cause,
By the enlightenment of the One above,
Finally, escaping the bounding curse.
Just by communicating with you, my truest friend.

— Anonymous

Sister Poems That Make Your Cry

Sisters are best friends to most. Even the thought of losing them is dreadful. Here are a few poems about sisters that are bound to make you cry.

16. A Prayer

I know for sure that in this great relationship,
You have been the one with a heart of gold,
Making sure that we do not have a wreckage
When you know of me being disadvantaged by any breakage
Your commitment is second to none,
As you daily pray that we should always be one
Without constantly being corrupted by strife,
But that we shall always enjoy the benefits and praises of this life.

— Anonymous

17. Brother And Sister

The shorn moon trembling indistinct on her path,
Frail as a scar upon the pale blue sky,
Draws towards the downward slope: some sorrow hath
Worn her down to the quick, so she faintly fares
Along her foot-searched way without knowing why
She creeps persistent down the sky’s long stairs.

Some day they see, though I have never seen,
The dead moon heaped within the new moon’s arms;
For surely the fragile, fine young thing had been
Too heavily burdened to mount the heavens so.
But my heart stands still, as a new, strong dread alarms
Me; might a young girl be heaped with such shadow of woe?

Since Death from the mother moon has pared us down to the quick,
And cast us forth like shorn, thin moons, to travel
An uncharted way among the myriad thick
Strewn stars of silent people, and luminous litter
Of lives which sorrows like mischievous dark mice chavel
To nought, diminishing each star’s glitter,

Since Death has delivered us utterly, naked and white,
Since the month of childhood is over, and we stand alone,
Since the beloved, faded moon that set us alight
Is delivered from us and pays no heed though we moan
In sorrow, since we stand in bewilderment, strange
And fearful to sally forth down the sky’s long range.

We may not cry to her still to sustain us here,
We may not hold her shadow back from the dark.
Oh, let us here forget, let us take the sheer
Unknown that lies before us, bearing the ark
Of the covenant onwards where she cannot go.
Let us rise and leave her now, she will never know.

— David Herbert Lawrence

18.  Legacy of Love

A wife, a mother, a grandma too
This is the legacy we have from you.
You taught us love and how to fight,
You gave us strength, you gave us might.
A stronger person would be hard to find,
And in your heart, you were always kind.
You fought for us all in one way or another,
Not just as a wife not just as a mother.
For all of us you gave your best,
Now the time has come for you to rest.
So go in peace, you’ve earned your sleep,
Your love in our hearts, we’ll eternally keep.

— Anonymous

19. God’s Garden

God looked around his garden and found an empty place
He then looked down upon the Earth and saw your tired face
He put his arms around you and lifted you to rest
With the help of his angels they flew you to your heavenly place
God’s garden must be beautiful, he always takes the best
He knew you were suffering, he knew you were in pain
He knew that you would never get well on Earth again
He saw the road was getting rough and the hills too hard to climb
He closed your weary eyelids and whispered “Peace be Thine”
It broke our hearts to lose you but you didn’t go alone
For part of us went with you the day God called you home

— Melissa Shreve

20. I Never Saw Your Wings (Modified)

How is it that I never saw your wings
when you were here with me?
When you closed your eyes and soared
to the Heavens I could hear the
faint flutter of you wings as you left.
Your body no longer on this side
Your spirit here eternally I see your halo shine.
I close my eyes and see the multicoloured wings
surround me in my saddest moments and my happiest times.
Sister my angel God has given you your assignment
always my sister forever my angel.
You fly into my dreams and when I am asleep
I feel your wings brush against my face wiping away
the tears I shed since I can no longer hold
you in my arms but in my heart.
You earned those wings dear sister
and you will always be my angel eternal.

— Anonymous

21. My Misfit Charlie

To My Sister-

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.
I love you,
Ba-Jo

— Caroline

22. 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

23. Lose You

Never thought I’d lose you,
But here I am,
Standing alone,
Without you by my side,
We’re sisters for life,
We promised,
But now you’re gone,
I don’t know what to do,
Without you,
I’m going crazy,
I’m trying to hold on,
To keep strong,
But it just doesn’t feel right,
I’m waiting here,
My arms wide open,
Tears running down my face,
Ready for your return,
Even if it takes forever,
My sister…

— Adriana

Inspirational Sister Poems

Sisters help us achieve things that we never thought we were capable of. Here are a few poems on how inspirational sisters are in one’s life.

24. My Sister

What you mean to me,
Is more than I can express.
You see, I had no sister when I was little
To call when I was in distress.

When we first met,
We had no clue,
What was getting ready to happen,
Was not completely out of the blue.

God had a plan,
Throughout all the years,
He was making us for each other,
To share life’s smiles and tears.

I never could have imagined,
What a sister’s love was about,
Until I met you,
And then I really found out.

A sister’s love is unconditional,
It’s a love that has no end,
A sister’s love wants the best for each other,
It’s a love that will always defend.

Sometimes we may get mad,
Or we may begin to fight,
But that’s the fun part about having a sister,
We both think we’re always right!

I’m so glad that I did not have,
A sister in the past,
It’s made me much more thankful,
For the sister I have at last.

— Jennifer D. Brock

 25. God Gave Me You, Sister

God brought us together as sisters
So we can share all our hopes and dreams,
To share our laughter and our tears.
Sometimes to get mad and even fight,
To hold each other up when we are down.
Together the bond we have will remain strong.

There were so many times I hated you,
But now it is only you I can trust.
I’ll be here for you no matter what.
You’ll always be in my heart.
I am glad that you are of my blood.
Don’t know what I’d do without you in my life.

If you need a shoulder to cry on, I’ll be here.
I am here when you are sad and lonely
Or when you’re in pain.
Glad I can help you when you’re feeling gray.
I’m thankful to you that you’re my sister.
I can honestly say I’m grateful to God for giving me a sister like YOU!

— Antoinette McDonald

 26. We love to sing

It has always been our thing,
Our thing, our being
This thing in you, in me
It just keeps us on
Humming through tears and laughter
Our beautiful song is birthed
Oh my, we could go on and on
Please don’t stop
Give me those rhymes girl
Please don’t stop
Sign me your treble
And you are my tenor
No, we won’t stop!
‘Cos, we love to sing.

— Anonymous

 27. Always There

I’ll always be here through thick and thin.
You can come to me, I’ll listen.
I’m your friend, I won’t push you away.
When you need a hug, my arms are wide open.
When you need to talk, I have an open ear.
You’re growing up and getting older.
Know that I’m always here, I’m not going anywhere.
Wherever you are, I’m there with you.
You’re in my heart and my prayers.
Just know I’m here, because I truly care.
You’re my sister, you mean so much.
Don’t want to see you hurt or cry.
I’ll wipe the tears, I’ll get rid of your fears.
Want to see you grow up and achieve.
Just believe, have faith,
You can do anything.
You’re beautiful inside and out.
You’re smart and very talented.
You’re many things, but most of all, you’re my sister.
I believe in you, and know that I’ll never stop loving you.

— Rachel S. Lengefeld

 28. Thank You Letter To Sister

Thank you for being there and for giving me a chance.
Thank you for giving a care and not judging with a glance.
Thank you for your support and your loyal heart.
Thank you for no report and no judging on your part.
Thank you for trusting me through the good times and the bad.
Thank you for seeing me through the hard times that we’ve had.
Thank you for being born, and I thank God that you’re alive.
Though our friendship may be worn, we will always get through that strife,
Because we are sisters and each other’s family.
Like old pictures or an ancient memory,
This will never end, this friendship that we made,
Because we can depend on cherished moments that we saved.

— Katie A. Neale

29. 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

30. She Is Mine

She walks around with confidence
A little girl, she is only nine
People ask, Is she your sister?
And I reply proudly, Yes, she is mine.

At one time, there was an uncertain birth
Which came the youngest sister of mine
Would she die or live?
We would only know in time

So little hair, yet so blonde
Her eyes were the color of the sea
She only weighed four pounds, so small
And when I looked at her, she looked like me

As she grew older, she looked up to me
She did everything I did, and it made me mad
I constantly told her to get lost
And that made her feel bad

On June 18th, I had to watch her leave
I cannot believe I had to say goodbye
But when I see her in three weeks
I cannot wait until I get to say hi

This is my little sister, Chelse
And I am very proud to say
That when she gets a bit older
She will be just like me one day

She walks around with confidence
A little girl, she is only nine
People ask, Is she your sister?
And I reply proudly, Yes, she is mine.

— Kara N. Deigert

31. My Role Model

My role model
Is beautiful in body and soul,
Is intellectual, but fun
Will let me call and leave silly messages on the answering machine
(like singing Happy Birthday to myself)

Holds family close to her heart no matter what
Takes pride in her accomplishments
(such as learning how to cook, learning Italian,
building a dream house
AND decorating it beautifully)

Knows it’s ok to cry in front of others
Is always there to listen, give guidance, and a hug
Has a contagious laugh, a continuous smile
And enough pep to scare cheerleaders

She has learned not to sweat the small nuances life thrown at us
Keeps the faith
But most of all
Is wholehearted in her love

My role model, my sister.

— Sarah Hroszowy

32. 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

33. 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

34. 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

 35.  Celebrate with me for I have found a friend

A faithful one is who I am very closed to
Thou which we come not forth of the same water and blood,
But we share the same thoughts of the mind.
Thou art more than a friend for your strength can not be compared.
Your words are heavier than the measure of sea sand.
And more honorable than the signet ring of a king.

— Anonymous

36. To My Dear Sister, Mrs. C.P. On Her Nuptial

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

37. About That Little Girl That Beat Her 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.

—Ann Taylor

I Love You Sister Poems

No more words left to praise your sister? How about telling how much you love her?

38. My Sister, My Friend

My sister, you’re my forever friend,
Our love so strong until the end.
You have been there for me through thick and thin.
I pull my strength from your heart within.
In childhood dreams we laughed and danced.
On the stage of hope is where we took our chance,
Through good times and bad; we have seen them all.
You have been there to catch me all the times I fall.
I knew our friendship would never go south,
Even after the day I punched you in the mouth.
So here we are, never far from each other,
So happy I am that we share a mother.
Our bond of love will never be broken,
Illustrated here, in this small token…
My sister, my friend, I’ve known from the start
I’d love you forever, with all of my heart.

— Alicia

39. For My Beloved Sister

Someone who will understand
Who knows the way I feel
In every situation
Her concern is very real…

Someone who has touched my heart
Who knows my every need
Times when she would see me cry
Her heart would nearly bleed…

Everyone should have a sister
Just the way I do
Even though your far away
Richly blessed is what I am
To have a sister like you…

— Shashi Dhar Kumar

40. The Woman I Call Sister

The woman I call sister
Is someone who is there
The woman I call sister
Is someone who always cares.

The woman I call sister
Can make me smile when times are blue
The woman I call sister
Is someone very true.

The woman I call sister
By choice, is my best of friend
The woman I call sister
Will be there till the end

The woman I call sister
Is the blessing from God above
The woman I call sister
Is the sister that I’ll always love.

— Marissa Gertmenian

41.  Sisters

Me and you be sisters.
we be the same.
me and you
coming from the same place.
me and you
be greasing our legs
touching up our edges.
me and you
be scared of rats
be stepping on roaches.
me and you
come running high down purdy street one time
and mama laugh and shake her head at
me and you.
me and you
got babies
got thirty-five
got black
let our hair go back
be loving ourselves
be loving ourselves
be sisters.
only where you sing,
I poet.

— Lucille Clifton

42.  You know I dote over you expecting nothing

You know I dote over you expecting nothing
Savoring the times I have spent with you,
Relishing your presence above food and drinks,
The talks and gist that you engage me in I crave,
My solidarity and loyalty belong to you,
Because of your fondling grace that has overwhelmed me graciously,
My friend and my sister that loves me.
I love you, sister.

— Anonymous

43.  When I think of friendship before you came into my life

I think of a scenario of a friend with benefits,
Just to be there for the other because of the profit.
But when you came into the picture,
You showed me what true friendship is all about,
The commitment and dedication involved
How that we are together against all opposing resolve
And making sure that we are fine against all odds.
And coming out strong together with a greater bond,
Then we started this race of true friendship.
You are more than a friend, you are my sister.
I love you!

— Anonymous

44. Sister 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.

— Sierra Breeland

45. Annoying Sisters, I Still Love Them

Sisters are so annoying!
Trust me,
I have three.
They do everything they can
to get on my nerves.
Things like pull my hair,
take my stuff,
embarrass me
in front of a really cute guy.
Then when I tell Mom or Dad,
they play it sweet.
Well, guess who gets in trouble.
Not them,
me!
Even though they can be a big pain,
I still love them,
for who they are.
Now that will never change.

— Felisha A. Barkley

46. Sister’s love

Like a sister would, so is my affection for you,
Feminine and tender having the sense of a mother,
Sincere at heart with all humility and tenderness,
Considerate in all things allowing for all wrongs to pass,
But love and compassion filled is my soul’s passion,
For you to see that we are to be fitted together,
Benefiting from one another to make a unique duo,
Through a life long period of time love.

— Anonymous

47. We Are Sisters For Life

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.

— Lori. A. Bitter

I Miss You Sister Poems

We may fight a lot with our sisters, but they are sure to be missed when not around. Here are a few poems about missing your sisters.

48.  Love-hate is the best word

To describe our relationship
Unbreakable is the best word
To describe our friendship
Eternal is the best word
To describe our connection
Perfect is the best word
To describe our relation
Dear sis, you really mean
The whole world to me
I love you so much
I hope you can now see.

— Anonymous

49. Sisters and Best Friends

God sent us to be sisters
So we can be best of friends,
To be there for one another
Even when there is pain.
I thank the Lord for sending my sisters to me,
For whom I truly love and care.
We shared so many things together,
Like laughter and some scares.
It’s funny how we sometimes argue.
I guess it’s normal in this world,
But having you as my sister
Means more to me, more than you’ll ever know.
I wouldn’t trade you for anything.
I will never let go.
As our friendship continues to grow,
So will my love for you.
Just always remember you can talk to me.
I’ll be the best friend you ever knew.

—Angelica Machado

50. Without you dear sister

Life would be full of panic
If you hadn’t been so fantastic
Life would be a mess
If you didn’t give me happiness
Life would have been full of trouble
If you didn’t make special
Life would have been a nuisance
If not for your existence
Life would be a disaster
Without you dear sister
I love you and miss you.

— Anonymous

51. From Me

If you see a sunset, it’s me, smiling
from behind it.
If I go away far, and you see a star
if you find it, I’m inside it.
You can fold it, and hold it forever,
if you hide it.
If our words and worlds sever
if ever I lose you.
If two thousand light-years or seven
confuse you;
Remember me.  Here and in Heaven
I’ll see you.
I’ll be beguiling my filing, still smiling
to see you.
When mountains, magenta and moulded
turn red,
like you said,
You’ll find the feeling you folded
not dead.
You’ll steal the swirling sky, turning
with me.
You won’t be bounded, but burning
and free.

— Anna Williams

52. One in a million

You are pretty Intelligent and classy
Such an extraordinaire exceeding all, shining very bright,
A template for many generations to come,
Because of your unceasing fashion of care,
Stocking piles of goodness up to the roof,
Without room for misbehavior and selfishness,
You are indeed one in a million dear.

— Anonymous

53. The Sisters

In the vine-shadows on the veranda;
under the yellow leaves, in the cooling sun,
sit two sisters. Their slow voices run
like little winter creeks, dwindled by frost and wind,
and the square of sunlight moves on the veranda.

They remember the gay young men on their tall horses
who came courting; the dancing and the smells of leather
and wine, the girls whispering by the fire together;
even their dolls and ponies, all they have left behind
moves in the yellow shadows on the veranda.

Thinking of their lives apart and the men they married
thinking of the marriage-bed and the birth of their first
child,
they look down smiling. “My life was wide and wild,
and who can know my heart? There in that golden jungle
I walk alone,” say the old sisters on the veranda.

— Judith Wright

54. Chrystal Tears

A child made of sunshine, eyes as blue as sky.
Long silken hair wet from the tears of an unheard cry.
Moonlight shines down upon her face as her soft gaze whispers pain.
All her prayers to a God unseen she fears are all in vain.

She cries like a child in a Godlike embrace,
Tears spill from her eyes as they stream down her face.
I close my eyes, as I hear inside
The song of my sister’s cries.

Sun shines into my soul of flames,
I imbibe it when I get it, but from her it’s not the same.
She runs through my field of dreams, all of which I hope she never has to see.
She’s there when I close my eyes, every second away from her is another tear I cry.

Something warm grows inside her, joy I yearn to see,
Unsung songs of a new dreamer, hymns of the angel young.
Sun shines on her like the smile of a God in liquid blue.

She cries like a child in a Godlike embrace,
Tears spill from her eyes as they stream down her face
I close my eyes as I hear inside
The song of my sister’s cries.

For my sister, Chrystal,
The brightest star in my constantly dark sky.
I love you, and may all your hopes and dreams come true. Good Luck.

— Chadwick W. Wallace

55. Three Sisters We Are And Always Will Be

Thirty two years have come and gone, and now with time to reflect.
Knowing the path my sisters chose, for them I have the greatest respect.

I chose a different path in my life, and for this I don’t complain.
I’ve seen the world and enjoyed my experiences, for this I’m not ashamed.

But it seems I’ve really missed so much throughout these many years:
Hugs and kisses, the families touch, the laughter and the tears.

Although we’ve had our separate lives, we share a common theme.
Sisters are aware of each other’’ hopes; they cherish each other’s dreams.

As I get older and my life and the time move by so fast,
I find myself looking at your pictures to remind me of the past.

I realize that through the years, of the many friends I’ve made and left behind,
That you, my wonderful sisters, you are my best friends, and you’ve been there all the time.

Let’s take this time together to laugh, to cry, and remember,
For we’ll always be close as sisters, whether we’re near or far apart.

A sister is a sister, forever in my heart.

—Kathy Lohr

When you have a loving sister, it is hard to imagine a life without her. She does so much that it is sometimes difficult to know what to give her in return. Sometimes, even a simple note of gratitude could make her day. Use any from the above list or pen down your thoughts to express your love and gratitude and make her smile.