Famous poems about death of a sister
Best Poems of the Bronte Sisters Quotes by Emily Bronte
Finding or Writing Poems on the Loss of a Sister
The poem itself is very long, but this particular extract would make a touching funeral verse for you to use. 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. This beautiful piece is written as though spoken directly to your loved one. If you chose to use this in a memorial verse for your sister, it could be a powerful way of communicating your emotions as though you were speaking to her. For the non-religious reader, small amendments would make this just as applicable as a non-denominational funeral poem for your sister.
Dear to my soul! Affection's arm was weak to save: Now friendship's pride, and virtue's boast, Have come to an untimely grave! Closed, ever closed, those speaking eyes, Where sweetness beam'd, where candour shone; And silent that heart-thrilling voice, Which music loved, and call'd her own.
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Whether you're finding or writing poems on the loss of a sister, there are tons of free resources available. Loss of a sister poems can bring healing for anyone who has suffered the death of a female sibling. Soulful poetry speaks to you when you are in love, in awe and in sorrow. When a sister dies, you may turn to poetry to be your voice in the time of deep mourning. The words penned by someone else may resonate with you and evoke your emotions so that you can reflect upon your sentiments. If a poem is appropriate, you may choose to either read it or have it read at the funeral or memorial service.
Sister, my sister, how can we be related? You face the world so different, yet we are one and the same. Your blood is in my veins, but no two different people could there be. It is now that we have felt the bond, with all this distance between us. This space became our band-aid - covering the wound we falsely named love. But things have begun to change, and I can say "I love you" with a straight face.