Sisters Poems That Make You Cry Novels & Stories

Mandy’s heart broke at Dwight’s words, the sound of the statement 'your only sister' sent her heart to a hell of thorns. The memory of her sister came crashing down on her, pulling her under the weight of her grief. Bella’s laughter, her mischievous smile, the way she would tease Mandy when they were kids—all of it flooded her mind, tearing at her heart. Tears welled up in her eyes, and she couldn’t hold them back any longer. She sobbed, the sound raw and guttural, her entire body shaking with the force of her grief. The tears streamed down her face, soaking the pillow beneath her head, but she didn’t care. All she could feel was the loss—the unbearable, heart-wrenching loss of her sister.

Silent sobs wracked her body as the floodgates of her tears burst open. The tears streamed down Ava's cheeks, releasing the pent-up frustration, hurt, and confusion that had been building within her. Each sob echoed in the empty room, a poignant reminder of the shattered bond between the sisters. It felt as if a part of her had been torn away, leaving her feeling raw and vulnerable.

One that reminds me of my sister. Without thinking too much, I select it and let the melody start. I close my eyes and sing. The lyrics hit harder than I expected. Memories of my lost sister flooded in, and before I knew it, my voice trembled. I feel a lump in my throat. Then, completely out of nowhere, tears spill down my cheeks. Where are you Sisa? Are you still alive? I was in the middle of crying when I heard someone speaking behind me. "Why are you crying?"

The rain outside intensified, as if echoing her sorrow. Lily clung to the photograph of her and Eskaal, her fingers trembling against the glossy surface. Her heart aches with the absence of her brother, and the reality of his death crashes over her like relentless waves. Lily’s whisper, pleadings grew louder. “I wish you were here, Eskaal... I wish I could have said goodbye.” As Lily continued to weep, her grief was a testament to the profound love she held for her brother, a love that now felt like a gaping void, a reminder of the irreplaceable loss that has forever altered her world.

she cried, her voice cracking with desperation. “I’m so sorry!” I cried out, my voice thick with emotion. “I’m so sorry for everything, for being a bad sister, for not being there for you!” The words tumbled out, fueled by guilt and sorrow. I felt like I was standing on the edge of a cliff, teetering dangerously close to falling into the abyss of my own regret.

Now everything is gone, probably taking at the party by Leaj- my so-called sister I feel hopelessness cover itself around me like it is chasing comfort away from me. I feel tears prick the corners of my eyes. They are threatening to fall, but I refuse to let them fall. Crying would not fix my miserable life. I am such an unfortunate wolf, and honestly death feels like the kindest option that the moon goddess can give me. At least death would make me numb to the suffering I am forced to face

Swollen and gray as she was, her eyes pecked out by birds, she was the same woman who had tried to give away her dead baby to her and Andrei. As the blossoming trees, and the blood on the grass, and Alex’ face were receding, floating away from her, she called upon Andrei, knowing he was waiting for her somewhere beyond words. Those words that ricocheted between the two sides of the mirror, giving birth to monsters and miracles. The words that bred shadows of hatred and fear but also of love. So, every man has a sister shadow that goes with him, and lives in the reflection of his life, and dies in the reflection of his death . . .

Fear and tears consumed her as she cried out for help, but her pleas echoed unanswered in the empty expanse. "Sister, wake up," the twins pleaded, sitting close to her, tightly grasping her hands. They attempted to rouse her, but she continued to scream and cry. Suddenly, her scream pierced the air, and her eyes snapped open. Her face was drenched with tears, her throat parched from the relentless screaming.

Apprehension circling in my gut, but my focus is clear, and my mind made up. “Sisters don’t say goodbye, they say laters, Chica. I have thing to figure out and plan, so I’m going upstairs.’ I use Meadow’s pet name, our eyes meet as damp emotional smiles are passed, in that one instance, I know a love that I’ve needed for the past eight years, a true friend, and it kills me that I only found it to leave it behind. I’m going to miss those blue eyes, and that sassy spunk of my beautiful wild femme sister. I pull myself to my feet, head determined, and surprisingly free of tears, despite her breaking her heart and crying floods as she watches me move. She stays immobile, like she’s stuck on the

“Pains and aches and evil things, fly from her on rapid wings, leave my sister’s body, and don’t return. For peace and quiet I yearn for her soul. Surround my sister in her radiant light. Cleanse her power pure and white, Banish forces of the night. This simple wish is mine to cast. A magic spell to dispell the pain of our past. I close my eyes a little shiver, This wish to me now please deliver, My sister hurt a I render her back to dirt.”