What is a nice poem to give to an older sister?

Question

ex.

Roses are red

violets are blue

honey is sweet

and i love u

Answer 1

How great are you

You're a constant in our lives

Whenever i'm blue

you make me feel alive

I don't always tell you the truth

but if you really want to know

I love you.

hAHA THAT was really bad..

But i think maybe it should come fmr you.. however cheesy or stupid it may sound to yyou, even if u can't thing, anything , im an older sister, its kind of funny, its better than just looking on the internet for perfectioon. Plus, its not what YOU feel about your sister, it needs to come from YOU

Answer 2

Let her  smile be:

Lighting system of the face

Cooling system of the head

Heating system of the heart of love

Answer 3

You are my sister

Older than I am

You sung sweet songs

To let me sleep nicely

I love u my sister

Older than me

You give me sweet candies

And share to eat them too.

Answer 4

THANK YOU FOR BEING MY SISTER AND FRIEND

HUGS AND KISSES I SEND TO YOU

AND A GREAT BIG THANKS  FOR ALL YOU DO

YOU WORK SO HARD WITHOUT ANY PAY

YOU WANT TO MAKE SURE THINGS GO MY WAY

YOU JOYFULLY GIVE A HELPING HAND

BECAUSE ON MY FEET YOU WANT ME TO LAND

SO THANK YOU FOR ALL THAT YOU HAVE  DONE

I SEND YOU HUGS AND KISSES BY THE TON

Answer 5

very interesting...you did alright,too short though 6/10

check mine out

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Answer 6

this is by robert louis stevenson, dedicated to his childhood nurse (his nanny). it's quite lovely and it's written in gratitude. it might help you get a couple of ideas :)

writing a poem yourself is sure to make your sister very very pleased, no matter how simple it is.

To Alison Cunningham From Her Boy

For the long nights you lay awake

And watched for my unworthy sake:

For your most comfortable hand

That led me through the uneven land:

For all the story-books you read:

For all the pains you comforted:

For all you pitied, all you bore,

In sad and happy days of yore:--

My second Mother, my first Wife,

The angel of my infant life--

From the sick child, now well and old,

Take, nurse, the little book you hold!

And grant it, Heaven, that all who read

May find as dear a nurse at need,

And every child who lists my rhyme,

In the bright, fireside, nursery clime,

May hear it in as kind a voice

As made my childish days rejoice!