Sisters Poems That Make You Cry Novels & Stories

I sank down onto the damp grass at its edge, my hands shaking as the tumult of emotions surged within me. Tears cascaded down my cheeks, each drop a release of the frustration and heartache that had built up like an insurmountable weight. “Don’t cry,” I could hear Nama’s voice, warm and soothing, enveloping me even in her own sadness. “Brian didn't deserve us if he could be swayed by another woman, especially your sister.” Though her words held a sting of truth, they brought little comfort. “I know,” I replied, my voice quivering under the strain of my sorrow, “but it doesn’t change how much it hurts.”

I will be back soon. Xipher I folded the letter and put it away and got up and changed into my nightclothes. I couldn’t bring myself to face anyone today, so I climbed back into bed and let the grief of losing my sister take hold. I cried and couldn’t stop; I cried for my sister, I cried even for Nerin and Xipher. I cried for the longing of his touch; I cried for Galen and my love for him, I cried just to cry until I fell asleep.

She simply did, the way she's done a hundred smaller things over the years without ever needing to be asked, the way sisters do when the word sister was never quite big enough to cover what they actually mean to each other. She pulls me into a hug before I can find the words, and I feel her shaking slightly against me, and when I glance past her shoulder I see that every woman gathered at this riverbank has tears standing in her eyes, catching moonlight the same way the water did a few minutes ago.

His lips curled up in an eerie smile as he leaned close to my face, breathing, "Your sister said your heart would suit me more, and it appears to be no lie… It's almost as if you're born with a heart destined to be eaten by me. "Even if I don't feel anything for you, you're still much better than your sister." I struggled against him—against death—only to find my whole body limp and devoid of any strength. Had I been drugged?! As if reading my mind, Sion lifted my chin and narrowed his eyes. "Don't even think about getting away. Your dear sister drugged you so that you can't." My hands trembled even more, and I sweated all over my back.

My chest heaved, tears stinging my eyes. “You think it was easy for me?” I shot back, my voice trembling. “To lose everything? To watch my own sister slip into my life, my marriage, my family? You think I didn’t bleed for that, Amina? That I didn’t scream into my pillow every night wondering how my sister could betray me like that?”

Karl muttered, his own eyes misting with grief. ​My wet, raw eyes flicked to my sister on the sterile white bed. She was truly gone. No movement. No smile. Just stiff, pale, and horribly lifeless. My sister was gone... I failed to rescue her from whoever had attacked her. I wasn't there when she needed me. I failed her. “Nyxxxxxxx!” I cried out, a bitter soul-deep howl of agony.

a subtle hint of longing in his tone. *My little sister* Whisper told me, her tiny voice barely above a whisper, as a tear glistened in her golden eyes. When it fell into my hand, it turned into a diamond, and I felt a surge of sadness. I went upstairs and placed it in my music box, gentle reverence. "I'm so sorry, Whisper, I promise to keep you safe always!" I promised her, my voice filled with heartfelt sincerity.

Alone, the walls echoed with the turmoil she tried to conceal. The weight of emotions pressed down on Madeline as she entered her room, seeking refuge from the prying questions and concerned looks. The tears, held back for too long, finally spilled over, each drop carrying the pain of broken expectations. Marie, sensing her sister's distress, quietly entered the room and closed the door behind her. Without a word, she sat next to Madeline and pulled her into a comforting embrace. No words were spoken as Madeline let the tears flow, the solace of her sister's presence a balm to her wounded heart.

Nina's POV I am Nina Alfred, Jenny Alfred's younger sister and I escorted my Sister to her grave not quite long ago. People always think our initiative was different but...they were always mistaking. We dreamt to touch others' hearts by constructing a world In another world...and we were doing...just that. She put hers to writing while I do mine by voice. My favorite utopian songs warped to being so sorrowful since my sister and father died the same day. The world keeps waxen old and I never stopped crying. I still sing songs accompanied by a blubbering gaze. The trauma hit my mother hard that she only stopped crying after she get drowsy of tears, so she can continue later. She was in the po

- her eyes come to my mind and I close mine tightly, I shake my head to keep those cold eyes away - I can't hold back the tears before that look, so I run away. - Oh my sister - she hugs me tight, and I cry some more. - And what's worse, now it's too late, my little girl has probably already been adopted by a couple... What a pain, sis... I want her so much... Our hearts have chosen each other - I squeeze her and close my eyes just feeling the tears that come out of my broken heart in several pieces.