Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
 
You little thief, you can’t go
A whole week without stealing.
Where is my hairbrush? It’s gone.
Do you have it? Yes you do.
Anytime something is gone,
I can always go to you,
I know to suspect your guilt,
Because you’re a little thief.

Where are my earbuds? They’re gone.
They're missing because of you.
I can’t find my new sweater!
Oh wait, it’s the little thief;
You stole all my possessions,
And now I can’t find my stuff,
Because I know you took it.
You’re an avid little thief.
Yet again, this is about a sibling.
Rain, Rain, fills the sky,
And makes everything new,
The green grass spry,
The Earth filled with dew.
Flower buds close up,
The leaves grow greater green,
All the world blows up
This beautiful scene.

Air smells of wet earth,
The whole world hides away:
Humans by the hearth,
The cattle in the hay,
Rabbits burrow down
Into their hide-aways,
To the trees so brown,
The birds find their way.

Just as the storm stops
and the winds quits blowing,
Up in the tree tops
The leaves unfurl and grow,
Thankful for the rain,
They continue to grow,
Grateful for the rain,
'Til it turns to snow.
The clouds rolled in with the fast-moving wind,
The bright lightning flashed off in the distance,
The great storm was just around the bend.
The loud, growling wind whistled through the fence,
And the night grew longer by the second.
As the great and powerful storm rolled in,
All the farm animals ran past the pond
To the bottom in a herd of vast kin.
The rain pounded against the white tin roof,
And no one know what the storm had in store.
The calm farmer's family had no clue
The storm would be so strong and powerful.
Crack! Went the pillar as the old barn fell
Just before the animals ran in it.
Painful words cut deep
As you let them flow out
Like a swelling flood
Trying to drown me out.
Constant pressuring
not specifically you
But also your twin.

Constantly there with me
In all my pursuits
I do not want you there,
But still you come.
You try to support me
At every event
But only make it worse.

The car is the worst
We can't go five minutes
Without arguing;
We cannot stop fighting.
I know you love me,
You struggle to show it,
Though I know you try.

I know it sounds silly,
Not born together,
Alike in every way,
Yet not quite the same.
You both get the same look
In your cold blue eyes
During flurries of rage.
This is a poem about siblings arguing with siblings. "Twins" refer to two siblings that have very similar looks.

— The End —