Poems for and About Brothers Seeking Friendly Advice
#brother
oskar
Poem Published
13th Sep 2024 1:44pm
13th Sep 2024 1:44pm
it is all about children
It is all about children.
I know of a man who can be outspoken at times
he is also very rich, which can be an aber
the struggle to find meaning in life when
you can have all the physical things life offers
To be wealthy is a strain, do try it if you can
the man in mind also has a great sense of
wicket humor, which makes a so very human
He has the idea that people of means should
have as many children as they can
I agree the well-situated can afford to give
children a proper upbringing and a great education
and they...
I know of a man who can be outspoken at times
he is also very rich, which can be an aber
the struggle to find meaning in life when
you can have all the physical things life offers
To be wealthy is a strain, do try it if you can
the man in mind also has a great sense of
wicket humor, which makes a so very human
He has the idea that people of means should
have as many children as they can
I agree the well-situated can afford to give
children a proper upbringing and a great education
and they...
#brother
#childhood
#children
#daughter
#family
52 reads
0 Comments
moony_
Poem Published
4th Aug 2024 6:47pm
4th Aug 2024 6:47pm
I Can’t Stop Crying
He told me he knows now
He knows what it all feels like
He knows what I mean
When I say I feel like a ghost
i didn’t want him to know
He knows what it all feels like
He knows what I mean
When I say I feel like a ghost
i didn’t want him to know
#brother
92 reads
2 Comments
moony_
Poem Published
4th Aug 2024 6:44pm
4th Aug 2024 6:44pm
RLSIV
If you run out of breath
I will carve out my lungs for you
Only then will we both breathe easily
I will carve out my lungs for you
Only then will we both breathe easily
#brother
139 reads
4 Comments
Nixprty
Poem Published
14th Jul 2024 7:44pm
14th Jul 2024 7:44pm
Feathers of the Same Bird
Feathers of the same bird,
One plucked at the tail and the other from the wing.
Singing the same song,
Falling at different speeds.
The tail feather glides gently down,
The wing feather flies with the bird just a moment longer.
The tail feather reaches the ground,
The wing feather peaks among the clouds.
They sing in harmony,
One soft and one powerful.
One escapes the nest,
The other clings to the side of its mother.
Why did the tail feather let itself fall amongst the leaves and sticks?
Why didn’t it fly alongside the...
One plucked at the tail and the other from the wing.
Singing the same song,
Falling at different speeds.
The tail feather glides gently down,
The wing feather flies with the bird just a moment longer.
The tail feather reaches the ground,
The wing feather peaks among the clouds.
They sing in harmony,
One soft and one powerful.
One escapes the nest,
The other clings to the side of its mother.
Why did the tail feather let itself fall amongst the leaves and sticks?
Why didn’t it fly alongside the...
#abuse
#brother
#childhood
#family
#sister
204 reads
2 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
1st Jul 2024 00:59am
1st Jul 2024 00:59am
Roses And Relations Reborn
Roses And Relations Reborn
I woo my sister. “If the lover of Prospero’s daughter were not fictional wouldst thou not be his leading lady on the stage called life?”
“Dost thou make oracular airs? Such prophecies are not made in jest,” she says.
“Ah, just a portent of love glimpsed from afar.”
“Given my impeccable femininity attested to by thee wouldst thou let a bitter man’s choice fill thy shoes?”
“Since our womb abode was the same surely to share the same bed would be a...
I woo my sister. “If the lover of Prospero’s daughter were not fictional wouldst thou not be his leading lady on the stage called life?”
“Dost thou make oracular airs? Such prophecies are not made in jest,” she says.
“Ah, just a portent of love glimpsed from afar.”
“Given my impeccable femininity attested to by thee wouldst thou let a bitter man’s choice fill thy shoes?”
“Since our womb abode was the same surely to share the same bed would be a...
#brother
#erotic
#sensual
#sister
#WilliamShakespeare
184 reads
2 Comments
msbeav
Brenda
Brenda
Poem Published
24th Apr 2024 3:19pm
24th Apr 2024 3:19pm
Love Will Never Die
On the night my mom passed I had a dream. In my dream was this beautiful angel with large pink wings. The angel smiled and said to me, " dry your eyes child, your mom is tired and ready to go home." NO , I screamed, this is her home!
The angel replied - follow me, there's something I want you to see.
She pointed to the left and there stood my mom in a field of wildflowers. She looked so beautiful with long dark auburn hair and not a wrinkle did I see. My mom was smiling and talking with my grandma and grandpa, aunts and uncles and my brother Joe too.
The...
The angel replied - follow me, there's something I want you to see.
She pointed to the left and there stood my mom in a field of wildflowers. She looked so beautiful with long dark auburn hair and not a wrinkle did I see. My mom was smiling and talking with my grandma and grandpa, aunts and uncles and my brother Joe too.
The...
#brother
#father
#mother
#separation
#sister
158 reads
2 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
13th Jan 2024 6:59am
13th Jan 2024 6:59am
winter in Cascais
Winter in Cascais
This is a cold day, and bleak too, like a fish left behind
on the grass verge when the anglers go home for lunch
Sport fishing doesn't mean you want to eat the prizes
She is having salmon today at the cafe on the first floor of our building,
I, when a farm boy in Norway, was served salmon or trout every day except Sundays
will settle for a slice of ham, boiled potatoes and salad
Olive oil is used here in Portugal, but I think food tastes better with butter.
So, said the great chef and entertainer who hung himself
with a...
This is a cold day, and bleak too, like a fish left behind
on the grass verge when the anglers go home for lunch
Sport fishing doesn't mean you want to eat the prizes
She is having salmon today at the cafe on the first floor of our building,
I, when a farm boy in Norway, was served salmon or trout every day except Sundays
will settle for a slice of ham, boiled potatoes and salad
Olive oil is used here in Portugal, but I think food tastes better with butter.
So, said the great chef and entertainer who hung himself
with a...
#brother
#parent
#childhood
#separation
#responsibility
102 reads
0 Comments
ciaran_sterling
Poem Published
26th Aug 2023 9:40am
26th Aug 2023 9:40am
The 46
Siblings on the bus, a lively scene
With laughter, chatter and joyful beam.
Together as travel, side by side,
Miles apart, yet heart to heart tied.
As we look out through the window,
The world passes us by like a show,
The bustling streets, the people and cars.
Melodies of life float in like stars.
With laughter, chatter and joyful beam.
Together as travel, side by side,
Miles apart, yet heart to heart tied.
As we look out through the window,
The world passes us by like a show,
The bustling streets, the people and cars.
Melodies of life float in like stars.
#brother
#sister
#family #Britain
#family #Britain
195 reads
3 Comments
tell_me_wy
Poem Published
19th Jun 2023 1:24am
19th Jun 2023 1:24am
Brother
I ate
Chicken heart,
While sitting
By my brother-in-law,
At a street vendor stall,
Half a world away;
We talk
As brothers,
Separated by
A mere barrier
Of common speech;
He knows much
Of my native tongue;
I know scant bits
Of his;
This worthy man
Is
My brother.
Chicken heart,
While sitting
By my brother-in-law,
At a street vendor stall,
Half a world away;
We talk
As brothers,
Separated by
A mere barrier
Of common speech;
He knows much
Of my native tongue;
I know scant bits
Of his;
This worthy man
Is
My brother.
#brother
#family
187 reads
1 Comment
goldenmyst
Poem Published
10th Jun 2023 2:30am
10th Jun 2023 2:30am
Sister & Me
Sister & Me
Crimson tressed child
Of the copper lamplight
trades first communion lily gown
For blue nurse evening shawl
With Red Cross and
Toy stethoscope
To hear the Jazz rhythm
Of my heart
But phonograph of Brubeck
Plays our song
For our pretend Union
On altar of girlhood tears
That bears the loneliness
I too feel
While lost in boyhood dreams
Of seagulls chasing the night away
On neighborhood stoops
Where Django strums from guitars
As dawn comes with slow insistence ...
Crimson tressed child
Of the copper lamplight
trades first communion lily gown
For blue nurse evening shawl
With Red Cross and
Toy stethoscope
To hear the Jazz rhythm
Of my heart
But phonograph of Brubeck
Plays our song
For our pretend Union
On altar of girlhood tears
That bears the loneliness
I too feel
While lost in boyhood dreams
Of seagulls chasing the night away
On neighborhood stoops
Where Django strums from guitars
As dawn comes with slow insistence ...
#brother
#sister
#childhood
#city
#memories
226 reads
4 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
9th Jun 2023 7:13am
9th Jun 2023 7:13am
the loss of the known
The loss of the known
A sudden flash occurred, a moment of a forgotten past
walking down a wide road that only had a few cars trundling along
to the left where the road wears to the right, a café I thought of going
in for a beer, but the dog if left outside, would fret
A fine day, not hot or cold, must have been early spring or fall
tried to remember what I was doing before the curtain was drawn
I was left with an unfinished memory, one I had to make it up
to fill in the blanks.
Something sad about the scene of a sole...
A sudden flash occurred, a moment of a forgotten past
walking down a wide road that only had a few cars trundling along
to the left where the road wears to the right, a café I thought of going
in for a beer, but the dog if left outside, would fret
A fine day, not hot or cold, must have been early spring or fall
tried to remember what I was doing before the curtain was drawn
I was left with an unfinished memory, one I had to make it up
to fill in the blanks.
Something sad about the scene of a sole...
#father
#brother
#children
#childhood
#daughter
141 reads
1 Comment
oskar
Poem Published
6th Jun 2023 7:08am
6th Jun 2023 7:08am
my auntie
My Auntie
When he entered his aunt’s basement flat
I had been in the yard when she called me in
she squatted over a bucket of water, cleaning her fanny
I handed her a towel and a bottle of spray cologne
My aunt was not like other aunts took no interest
In knitting woolly socks for African children
She was a free spirit and loved men, but she preferred
Teutonic men and disliked the Latin types, except once
When we children brought home a black cook from
A banana ship; he spent two nights in her bed but looked
pale when the captain...
When he entered his aunt’s basement flat
I had been in the yard when she called me in
she squatted over a bucket of water, cleaning her fanny
I handed her a towel and a bottle of spray cologne
My aunt was not like other aunts took no interest
In knitting woolly socks for African children
She was a free spirit and loved men, but she preferred
Teutonic men and disliked the Latin types, except once
When we children brought home a black cook from
A banana ship; he spent two nights in her bed but looked
pale when the captain...
#brother
#sister
#childhood
#family
#daughter
181 reads
0 Comments
DU Poetry : Poems for and About Brothers Seeking Friendly Advice
