35+ 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.

35+ Poems About Sisters

Sister Poem From Brother

The bond shared betweenbrothers and sistersis unique. So, if you are a brother who wants to convey his adoration for her sister, check out these poems. These adoring odes will help you express your emotions for your sibling.

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,
与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 –
和混合恰好的利益。

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. 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

4. 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

5. 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
我ong the stones and flowers;

A joyful voice though born so low,
And making all its neighbours glad;
Sweet, hidden, constant in its flow
夏娃n 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

6. 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,
与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, and appreciation these poems can help you do so.

7. 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

8. 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

9. 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

10. 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

姐妹最是最好的朋友。夏娃n the thought of losing them is dreadful. Here are a few poems about sisters that are bound to make you cry.

11. 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
与out constantly being corrupted by strife,
But that we shall always enjoy the benefits and praises of this life.

— Anonymous

12. 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

13. Legacy of Love

A wife, a mother, a grandma too
这是我们遗留的哟u.
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

14. 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
与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

15. 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

16. Lose You

Never thought I’d lose you,
But here I am,
Standing alone,
与out you by my side,
We’re sisters for life,
我们承诺,
But now you’re gone,
I don’t know what to do,
与out 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,
夏娃n 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.

17. 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

18. 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

19. 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

20. 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

21. 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

22. 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

23. 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 and adore her?

24. 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…

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

— Shashi Dhar Kumar

25. 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

26. 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

27. 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

28.当你来之前,我认为友谊的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

29. 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

30. 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

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.

31. 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

32. 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
与out you dear sister
I love you and miss you.

— Anonymous

33. 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

34. 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,
与out room for misbehavior and selfishness,
You are indeed one in a million dear.

— Anonymous

35. 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

36. 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.