70+ Poems About Sisters Love That Make You Cry

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Someone has rightly said, “Sisters are different flowers from the same garden.” So, for all the grief, pain, joys, and victories you share with her, pen down your feelings through these heartfelt sister poems for her. If you have a sister, consider yourself lucky, for you have someone who supports you and cares for you. They take on the role of a mother, a teacher, and a babysitter. You can learn so much from them. It can be as small a task as making a sandwich or a big one as learning to face the biggest hurdles of life. Their unconditional love knows no bounds, and that is what makes them special. Delve into this post for some of the best poems for your sister, share them with her, and cherish the kinship.

70+ Poems About Sisters

Sister Poem From Brother

The bond shared between brothers and sisters is unique. A doting brother recollects the sweet childhood memories shared with her sister. Commenting on this deep bonding, he says, “No matter what anybody says or anything happens, you were, are, and will remain my sister. That is my vow. I am careless, but my heart knows that I have a person like you whom I can look to (i).”

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 in 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 in to idleness.

— William Wordsworth

2. My Bedroom

Daddy looks at this place
Mommy said it’s a disgrace
cos nothing’s in the right place
the floor’s an obstacle race
and my best book on space
isn’t in the book case

BUT my kid sister Grace
is lurking on the staircase
she’s got a grin on her face –
That smile I’d like to erase!

Daddy I can only assume
she’s been in my bedroom
As she can now reach the door
Daddy, I’ve warned her before
One day there’s gonna be war!

Daddy just hears my plea
Please please give me a key
Then I can lock my sister out
And then mommy won’t shout…
At me!

— Jan Allison

3. 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.

4. I’m So Lucky

I’m so lucky to have a sister like you
Who forgives all my mistakes?
She never speaks aloud

May our true relationship never break
Your presence in my life makes me proud
I am so lucky to have a sister like you.

— Unknown

5. Sister Know Love

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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. 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

7. 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

8. Little Sisters

Thank you God for little sisters
They keep us on our toes.
They play with us and laugh with us
And mess up our Legos.

God gave me a sister
To teach me about life.
She loves and aggravates me
And gives me strength and strife.

Thank you God for little sisters
They are as special as can be.
Don’t mess with my little sister
Or you’ll have to deal with me.

— Annabel Henly

9. 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

10. A Poem For My Sister

Even though we are miles apart
It’s like you’re still here next to me.
Because I keep you in my heart.
When you feel down look for me in your dream
We have been there for each other our whole lives.
No one can ever take your place.
Your shoulder is what I have used for my cries.
You have made me laugh when I had a frown on my face.
We are sisters and friends.
I love you my sister till the end.
I could not imagine my life without you
You are my rock.
I can’t wait to see you when you come home all new
I hope you never have to leave us again.
Just always remember I love you my sister.
And I will be here till the end.
So look for me in your dreams.
When you need a friend
Or you just want to scream.

— Angela Gatch

11. 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

12. I Love You, My Sister

Together we quarreled
Together we smiled
When my heart was full of aspire
You were there to admire

Only you could feel the pain
And that pinched me again and again
You love me more than anyone else
All I want to say is “I Love you, my sister”

— Unknown

13. My Misfit Charlie

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.

— Caroline

14. My favorite sister

Shared laughter
We’ve shared tears
Loves lost, love found
Though it all we’ve stayed together
From heartbreaks, to soul mates
From life’s hardships, to life’s happiness
Our stupid fights
Our silly nights
We’ve been there and done it
We’ve seen life end and life begin
And the joy I felt when you had your first kid
Can never be replaced
Now you’re gone
We don’t share each other’s time
But you’re still with me every day and night
No matter how far you are
You will always be
My favorite sister

— Robin S. Holtgrefe

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15. 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

16. The Meaning Of Sisters

Sisters are a gift from God.
Sisters are your friends.
Sisters stay right by your side
When the road twists and bends.

Sisters never let you down.
They always lend a hand.
Sisters are the best example
Of leaving footprints in the sand.

Sisters love girls’ nights out
And painting each other’s nails.
They love giving you advice
When everything you’ve tried fails.

Sisters always love each other.
Their love never goes away.
Instead God makes it grow
Stronger every day.

Sisters may have fights sometimes,
But they always stay together.
No matter where your sister goes,
She’ll be in your heart forever.

— Marena

17. 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

18. 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

19. 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

20. Sisters And Bestfriends

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

21. 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

22. 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 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.

— Leann Stiegman

23. 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
o 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

24. Sisters

They split each other open like nuts,
break and crack in the small house,
are doors slamming;
are gentle for their mother still and take
her simple comfort like a drink of milk.

Fierce on the street, they own the sun and spin
on separate axes and attract about them
the shrieking neighborhood of little earths.
In violence, hold hatred in their mouths.

With evening their joint gentle laughter leads
them into pastures of each other’s eyes.
Beyond, the world is barren. They contract
tenderness from each other like disease
and talk as if each word had just been born–
a butterfly, and soft from its cocoon.

— Sisters, poetryfoundation.org

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25. 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

26. Sisters

A sister is a best friend that you keep forever
She is your permanent shoulder to lean on.
I would like to tell you now,
My sister,
How well you have filled the role
And how I hope and try my best to give you
The same unconditional love that you have given me.
Throughout the years of our lives
I don’t know what I would have done without
You.
After all, every girl needs a best friend,
A confidant,
And someone they can count on
No matter what.
Thank you for being that person.

— Kelli M. Kotthoff

27. 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

28. Three Sisters

We are three sisters.
Three sisters are we.
I love each of you,
And I know you love me.

We’re not always together.
Life sometimes keeps us apart,
But we’re never separated.
We’re in each other’s heart.

Now I know we’ve had our troubles,
But we always get through.
The real message is you love me,
And I also love you.

We have had lots of good times
That we’ll never forget.
Sometimes we worry
And sometimes we fret.

But if God ever gave me
Something special, you see,
It might have been the blessing of
Three sisters are we.

The Lord above has given me lots
Of happiness and glee,
But the most special thing he did was
Make us sisters, all three.

— Frances I. Gillespie

29. Legacy of Love

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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

30. Sister Acrostic

Sister is a gem in the family
Intelligent and kind to everyone
Secure and provides our needs
Teaches us to be good stewards
Encourages us in times of trouble
Responsible and, most of all, God-fearing

— Estelam O. Canama

31. 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

32. Apology to my sister

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…

— Rachel

33. 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

34. 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

35. My Dearest Sister

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.

— Aimee Tran

36. 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

37. 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, Readpoetry.com

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.

 38. We love to sing

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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

39. 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

40. 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

41. 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

42. 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

 43.  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

44. 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

45. 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

46. 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

I Love You Sister Poems

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

47. 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

48. My Hero

Sitting down,
looking at some pictures
of you and me
back in the day,
when nothing else mattered.
Now life is moving on.
I see you’re growing up so fast,
starting a family
and a life of your own.
I wish one day I could have
what you have now:
somebody to love
who loves you back,
a child who will be born
having the greatest parents in the world.
It’s hard to believe
you’re going to be a mother
and a wife.
Life goes so fast,
only pictures to remind us of the past.
As I look at them,
tears fall from my eyes
as I see you, my sister,
with a life I could only dream about.
I love you with all my heart.
You’ll always be my hero.

— Shawnee Vyborny, Postpoetics.org

49. 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

A female blogger by her blogging alias, wandering sunflower, expresses her blessing of having a loving sister. She says, “While walking towards my workplace earlier, I can’t help but smile at my sister’s love and concern for me. I’m very thankful to God that she was my sister and that our love, care, and understanding for each other is unconditional (ii).”

50. 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

51. You Are My Best Friend

You are my guiding star.
You are my shining light.
You are my everything,
what helps me through the night.
You are my heart.
You are my soul.
You are my savior,
what makes me feel whole.
You are more than my sister.
You are my best friend.
You are the one who will be there
when my heart needs to mend.
I love you, Sister,

— Tara J. Barker, Postpoetics.org

52. 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

53. 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, Postpoetics.org

54. You know I dote over you expecting nothing

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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

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’s 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, Postpoetics.org

56. 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

57. 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

58. Thanking God For My Sister

I thank God for my sister
She’s as awesome as can be
No one can replace her
She’s in my heart you see
We are friends forever
In good times and in bad
I may have to let her go one day
I’ll try not to be sad
For I know where she is going
And for that I’m oh so glad
She’s going to be with God
And in His arms she’ll go
He will wrap His arms around her
and love her this I know
Thank you Lord for my sister
For the time you have given us
I will enjoy her ’till you take her home
And in you Lord I will trust

— Diane Gardener, Postpoetics.org

59. 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

60. My Sister

Sisters are…
Clothes borrowers
Fit throwers
Cover stealers
Secret keepers
An enemy, a friend,
A conversation without end,
Sassy,bossy,silly,fussy
Pretty and sweet
Tea party with treats
Dress up, mess up, fess up, get punished,
Fights over nothing, sharer of dreams
A headache, a pain, she gets spoiled again,
A princess, a brat, she ruined my hat,
I love her, I miss her, I tease her, I kiss her,
She is my family and that means more to me
What would I do without her?

— Hannah Hausler

61. 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

62. 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

63. Always in my heart

It pains me to see you leave,
But I never forget what I’ve learned through the years we’ve gone through.
It hurts me to know,
After a while you’ll confide in someone else, not me.
I’ll always be there for you,
Even after the end.
I’ll always stay true to our bond as one and won’t ever let go.
You are my sister,
And my very best friend of all time,
It’s so true.
We’ll be that way even after the end has come for us.
You are a part of me,
And never will you ever leave my heart.
All the times we’ve shared,
Even when we didn’t really care at all.
Don’t let anyone take my place,
They’ll never face or change our times together.
The laughs,
The tears,
The fears,
They have built up through the years.
I’ll never let us part,
Because you’ll always have a special place in my heart.

— Tiffany Van Epps

64. Eyes that shine

My sister’s eyes are deep and calm, like an ocean.
They never rest, and they are always in motion.
They comfort me in times of need and fill me with love.
My sister’s eyes are beautiful and shine like the sun.
They are blue, blue, blue with a hint of green,
And when you look inside them, you can see the sea.
Her eyes have an adventurous flame in them that she cannot hide.
They are wild and crazy but filled with compassion inside.
Her eyes are as wide as can be.
They have a slight breeze in them, just like the trees.
I love my sister and her eyes, which give me faith.
Because of her and her loving eyes, I have strength.

— Lucy M. Giles, Postpoetics.org

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.

65. 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

66. 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

67. 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

68. One in a million

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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

69. 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

70. The Days When We Were Young

Sister! Sister! don’t you remember
The days when we were young?
The long, long days, with a light and a shade
Like the pearls of a necklace strung,
Like the pearls of a necklace strung?
They are gone, with all our yesterdays —
We seek their like in vain;
But we will shed no tears for them
While the bright todays remain,
While the bright todays remain.

— Henry Clay Work

71. 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

It isn’t easy to imagine a life without a caring sister when you have one. Since your love is so strong, thinking of what to give her in return is often challenging. However, remember that even a simple message, verses, or lines of gratitude could brighten her day. Use any of the sister poems on this list or write your own to show your love, admiration, and thankfulness to her. Tell her how much she means to you and celebrates special occasions in her life with these poems. Your sweet gestures will undoubtedly put the biggest smile on her face and make your family, relatives, and friends proud of your bonding.

Note: The poems in this collection are not original works of MomJunction but have been sourced from various authors. No claim of ownership is being made by us. Credit has been given wherever the details were available. If you are the original author of any poem and wish to have it credited or removed, please contact us. We value the creative rights of authors and will address your request promptly.

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