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Richa Govil Jan 2016
As I see the moments pass
I wish nothing but for them to last
A moment more of laughter
and the naughty looks thereafter
A moment more of pretentious fight
Accepting the defeat with pride
A moment more of comforting silence
Understanding through a single glance
A moment more of admiration
Awestruck on your every creation
A moment more of some real talk
Easy access to key for all my locks
A moment more of refreshing smile
Mending my heart, Oh so fragile
A moment more, a moment more..
Wishing there was some more in store
Time slipping out like a wild wave
Washing away the sand castle that i did lay
I crush a little inside
Wishing i could stop the tide
But holding memories close to my heart
Smallest one right from the start
Watching you walk towards your dream
My contentment reached to a level extreme..
When all you want is let some moments last but all u could do is helplessly watch them fly away… in bits and pieces… taking away a part of you forever..
Julie Grenness Jan 2016
What can I say about my sisters?
Are they a thorn in my side, like blisters?
Or my oldest friends, indeed,
Always mentors in time of need,
The family ties that bind,
Ever ready to say' never mind,'
We look alike, but think apart,
Oldest friends from times gone past,
'Older ladies', we've ripened,
Can't buy sisters with a stipend,
Are sisters thorns in my side, like blisters?
No, you cannot buy my sisters!
A reflection on the sorority.
Viseract Dec 2015
I drown myself in music
So that I cannot hear
My own mother beating my sisters
There's nothing I can do, and that is what I fear

I drown myself in music
Because if I don't I'll drown in anger
Why the fck do you hit my sisters?
DO YOU GET F
CKING PEASURE?!

I drown myself so I cannot listen
To my sister's innocence being beaten out
They'll be as FCKED AS YOU!
Driven by anger, primal instinct and DOUBT!

I DON'T WANNA LISTEN
TO WHAT I WENT THROUGH AS A CHILD
SO I DROWN MYSELF IN MUSIC
AS IT KEEPS ME SANE!
UNLIKE YOU, YOU'RE F
CKING WILD!!!!
Told you I was angry...
R Arora Dec 2015
For my wonderful sister.*

These moments of togetherness,
That we share,
Will soon be lost,
Like time in our hands.
It’s sure to occur,
And bound to be gone.
And so, they become, memories of past.
Leaving us with a longing of remembering it,
Again and again,
Till last.

Some feelings are complex,
Can’t be understood by all,
Like our relation.
However at each other,
We might vex,
In the deep, deep bottom of heart,
We both have an ocean of love,
In camouflage of pond.

I never thanked you right in your face,
Faked an attitude of solace.
But you don’t know,
How much I cried,
After a fight,
When you said-
Our relation has died.
You would not talk to me,
I remember;
Much significantly.

It was always me,
Who broke the silence.
At times, I cursed my fate,
For me being younger,
“Why should I be the one to kneel down?”,
This is something,
I’ve asked myself,
Often.

In the moments of solitude,
When (I felt) I had been ostracized by peers,
You stood there by me.

We both have grown together,
Had fun, and laughed at one another.
Now it’s time to part our ways,
As you have to go the other.

Believe me; I too have always been by your side,
When you were scolded,
I had cried.

These years we’ve spent together,
Have sadly now,
Come to an end.
But you are, of my life,
An integral part.
I thank you from the fathom of my heart.

Let me unveil the truth today,
You are my best friend,
And will forever stay.
Just as we’ve been.
Come whatever may,
We were together.
Little did I know,
That someday, this will come to an end;
But I’ve these moments treasured,
Because some moments are meant to last;
Forever.
In memories,
To be cherished;
Forever.
This I wrote for my elder sister when she was moving out for job purposes. That was the first time I realized that we sisters had to separate one day or the other. I knew we would talk every day, but it was never going to be the same again.
maria allyssa Dec 2015
I am quite certain that
the earth isn't flat,
all the roses will wilt,
voices lose their lilt,
reds and yellows will fade,
in time, every shade
and you will never know
when they come and go
but have a little faith
for things can be great
know that a girl like you
can be a treasure too
this friendship is a gift
no one else can lift
(c) maria allyssa
a poem for a friend who turned 21 today
Taylor Shelton Dec 2015
The cold welcomes me
I feel old pleasant memories
I feel at home again
I hear the laughter of my sister
I hear my family's bickering
I taste snow I would scoop up and eat with my sisters
I taste cheap, but delicious hot chocolate
The cold welcomes me
Fucking tired Dec 2015
Sisters fight
we do indeed
sisters fight for each other
I fight for you
sisters love each other
I'm not sure if you do
sisters are always there
yeah to laugh at you while you're slapped around
sisters care
so much for that
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