Poems for and About Brothers Seeking Honest Critique
#brother
Orc_Pirate_68
Poem Published
11th May 2020 12:20pm
11th May 2020 12:20pm
Empty
I miss you.
I miss you even when you're here,
Because you're never really here,
Not anymore,
And everything's always my fault, and may be, forevermore.
Not the YouTube you spend hours on,
When you're here, you're still gone.
You're eyes are empty,
They are hollow, and your words are nothing but a copy
That you hear from the internet,
You're living dead.
I've never been one to blame and bash the internet,
And I still won't fully, it's done technical wonders for our society, and yet
When I see what it's gross overuse...
I miss you even when you're here,
Because you're never really here,
Not anymore,
And everything's always my fault, and may be, forevermore.
Not the YouTube you spend hours on,
When you're here, you're still gone.
You're eyes are empty,
They are hollow, and your words are nothing but a copy
That you hear from the internet,
You're living dead.
I've never been one to blame and bash the internet,
And I still won't fully, it's done technical wonders for our society, and yet
When I see what it's gross overuse...
#brother
#heartbroken
#disappointment
#emptiness
#IMissYou
409 reads
2 Comments
BlueBeastGirl
Beasty
Beasty
Poem Published
2nd May 2020 1:06am
2nd May 2020 1:06am
Polished Shit
#brother
#sister
#family
#murder
#DomesticViolence
645 reads
6 Comments
Carpe_Noctem
Poem Published
12th Apr 2020 10:05am
12th Apr 2020 10:05am
Letters from the gulag homeichapelago iii
Bobby Friday
I will always have a fond place in my heart for Bobby
Back in the carefree days, when we would wander the city streets till the dawns hours.
Going on mission dumps, opening the ashtrays with his key, or as he put it, "City pays me to collect dumps, this my job". Still amuses me peoples reactions to this, his usual response to those laughing and shouting, "I love dumps, dumps for life" .
My response was usually, "are you going to buy us tobacco?" Fuck off then“.
Diving in dumpsters, another favourite of Bobby's, it was like a treasure...
I will always have a fond place in my heart for Bobby
Back in the carefree days, when we would wander the city streets till the dawns hours.
Going on mission dumps, opening the ashtrays with his key, or as he put it, "City pays me to collect dumps, this my job". Still amuses me peoples reactions to this, his usual response to those laughing and shouting, "I love dumps, dumps for life" .
My response was usually, "are you going to buy us tobacco?" Fuck off then“.
Diving in dumpsters, another favourite of Bobby's, it was like a treasure...
#kindness
#brother
#oppression #gratitude
#oppression #gratitude
508 reads
2 Comments
smackdownraven
Poem Published
5th Apr 2020 11:30pm
5th Apr 2020 11:30pm
weeps the morrow
sadness spikes injecting sorrow
I will weep you have beauty yet
but the morrow is already with us
it is time for me to say goodbye
we will meet on the battle field
I won't lie I will discuss strategy with you
to discern your weakness alone
I do wish this was not
but I vow not to choose your path
I find sanctuary in truth
you find it in shadows and grays
will you not admit your grief I sense it?
just as you know my weaknesses
they will be used to the glory you know
he will prevail I am...
I will weep you have beauty yet
but the morrow is already with us
it is time for me to say goodbye
we will meet on the battle field
I won't lie I will discuss strategy with you
to discern your weakness alone
I do wish this was not
but I vow not to choose your path
I find sanctuary in truth
you find it in shadows and grays
will you not admit your grief I sense it?
just as you know my weaknesses
they will be used to the glory you know
he will prevail I am...
#love
#brother
380 reads
2 Comments
rowantree
Poem Published
3rd Apr 2020 5:46am
3rd Apr 2020 5:46am
big brother
I remember when we smoked together.
You had me waiting up
on Tuesday nights,
hurrying through calc homework
and taking my time
on, say, a perfect night
with sashimi and black coffee
hanging around the sleeping house
in hopes to hear your
"Come outside."
When I think of the good times
I have a pile of them,
like hot clean laundry,
like all of us, dogs to Dad, on the bed;
old songbooks bloated on adolescence - junk food,
things scarfed down;
and, big brother,
tobacco guts ...
You had me waiting up
on Tuesday nights,
hurrying through calc homework
and taking my time
on, say, a perfect night
with sashimi and black coffee
hanging around the sleeping house
in hopes to hear your
"Come outside."
When I think of the good times
I have a pile of them,
like hot clean laundry,
like all of us, dogs to Dad, on the bed;
old songbooks bloated on adolescence - junk food,
things scarfed down;
and, big brother,
tobacco guts ...
#loneliness
#brother
#family #marijuana
#family #marijuana
658 reads
2 Comments
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
2nd Apr 2020 2:18pm
2nd Apr 2020 2:18pm
in the reflection of pain
hinder not the sleeping petals
quietly now tread lightly
in their sleepy time they will not stir
I fear much though I am not afraid
pain sweetens on the vine
grant me today serenity
though I deserve her naught
a thousand angels around me I can see for miles
yet I am blinded by the light show
still, candles burn brightly once more
shooting stars cause confusion
the parable of the fig tree
I pray I am yet covered
I feel bare, bereft and naked
hinder not the servent
a handmaiden of the host ...
quietly now tread lightly
in their sleepy time they will not stir
I fear much though I am not afraid
pain sweetens on the vine
grant me today serenity
though I deserve her naught
a thousand angels around me I can see for miles
yet I am blinded by the light show
still, candles burn brightly once more
shooting stars cause confusion
the parable of the fig tree
I pray I am yet covered
I feel bare, bereft and naked
hinder not the servent
a handmaiden of the host ...
#love
#brother
530 reads
4 Comments
LokiOfLiterati
Poem Published
22nd Mar 2020 7:26pm
22nd Mar 2020 7:26pm
Practice Rap Battles: 2
Continued where the last left off, running rap battle with a friend
Jason: You talking about ire being raised fires like st Elmo's your your bars are about to be raised like cities under conquest in the ancient Roman empire. Your rhymes are elementary like sesame Street Elmo is the only level you'll reach. So listen up as I preach I'll breach your walla tear em down brick by brick you say my rhymes are past easy? That makes me queasy boy I'll destroy you for days I'll vomit up bars you can't even fathom like I just vomited at a bar in tandem. So try and understand em this may...
Jason: You talking about ire being raised fires like st Elmo's your your bars are about to be raised like cities under conquest in the ancient Roman empire. Your rhymes are elementary like sesame Street Elmo is the only level you'll reach. So listen up as I preach I'll breach your walla tear em down brick by brick you say my rhymes are past easy? That makes me queasy boy I'll destroy you for days I'll vomit up bars you can't even fathom like I just vomited at a bar in tandem. So try and understand em this may...
#anger
#strength
#brother #conflict
#brother #conflict
523 reads
0 Comments
Jiminex
Poem Published
19th Feb 2020 8:57pm
19th Feb 2020 8:57pm
Ode to maddie and max
Little blue ribbons tied up in her hair.
Sweet lil lady nor a worry or a care.
Watching veggie tales and play along.
Shes watched enough I know every song.
Helps me know not all I've done is wrong
Little leather boots with matching hat.
Has a shotgun favoring a plastic bat.
Such a great little man don't tell him that
One so different from the other.
Yet Can barely see it in one another.
Bonded love of twin sister and brother.
Argue of anything.
Sound like angels when they both sing.
In...
Sweet lil lady nor a worry or a care.
Watching veggie tales and play along.
Shes watched enough I know every song.
Helps me know not all I've done is wrong
Little leather boots with matching hat.
Has a shotgun favoring a plastic bat.
Such a great little man don't tell him that
One so different from the other.
Yet Can barely see it in one another.
Bonded love of twin sister and brother.
Argue of anything.
Sound like angels when they both sing.
In...
#brother
#sister
#children
#childhood
#family
361 reads
3 Comments
SatInUGal
Kumar
Kumar
Poem Published
8th Feb 2020 7:59am
8th Feb 2020 7:59am
WICKED STEPMOTHER
Brother, you value
and protect her stuff as if
it were your daughter.
and protect her stuff as if
it were your daughter.
#brother
#senryu
#daughter #curse
#daughter #curse
500 reads
3 Comments
cabcool
Poem Published
7th Feb 2020 6:53pm
7th Feb 2020 6:53pm
brotherman
♪a rhymed, mirrored octet♪
§
you
are my
brotherman.
we have frolicked
where deep waters flow,
p a s t earth mother’s n a v e l,
through the curves that brought us light,
while the world slept swathed in darkness.
rid of o u r procrustean b l a n k e t s,
whence t h i s ghastly appetite
for the straights of evil?
paint a new tableau
without colic:
master plan
drip-dry
true.
§
© Copyright 2020 February 07
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
§
you
are my
brotherman.
we have frolicked
where deep waters flow,
p a s t earth mother’s n a v e l,
through the curves that brought us light,
while the world slept swathed in darkness.
rid of o u r procrustean b l a n k e t s,
whence t h i s ghastly appetite
for the straights of evil?
paint a new tableau
without colic:
master plan
drip-dry
true.
§
© Copyright 2020 February 07
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
#love
#brother
#family
#friendship
#humankind
479 reads
4 Comments
RobynRenee
Poem Published
19th Jan 2020 2:02am
19th Jan 2020 2:02am
brothers
We were brothers in that moment.
Though he was older and wiser,
and I was younger and filled with the vigor of youth,
we were brothers, twins of the womb.
We were brothers in that moment for
we shared the bitterness in our eyes.
We were no strangers to sin,
but this was a fault we had played only the victim of,
never the perpetrator.
It was a crime we were familiar with.
As familiar as life, as familiar as death.
The injustice of it all stung but it was a bite we could not fight.
Instead we let the bitterness flow from our...
Though he was older and wiser,
and I was younger and filled with the vigor of youth,
we were brothers, twins of the womb.
We were brothers in that moment for
we shared the bitterness in our eyes.
We were no strangers to sin,
but this was a fault we had played only the victim of,
never the perpetrator.
It was a crime we were familiar with.
As familiar as life, as familiar as death.
The injustice of it all stung but it was a bite we could not fight.
Instead we let the bitterness flow from our...
#brother
391 reads
2 Comments
TheEroticBrothers
Poem Published
6th Nov 2019 10:27am
6th Nov 2019 10:27am
1:51 am
It's never too late to be better late than never,
And even though it's late, we've never been better,
Erotic Brothers cumming back in the game,
Game is a euphemism for each other's butts.
It may have been years since we last shared our dick (words),
But now we are back to fill you with prick (sentences),
Rusty spikes of flow possessing your body,
When it comes to erotic poems who's better? Nobody!!!!!!!!
Ed Sheratan (auto-correct) is good at musical lyrics, so what?
Compared to him we are Samuel, what what in the butt!
Gingers in...
And even though it's late, we've never been better,
Erotic Brothers cumming back in the game,
Game is a euphemism for each other's butts.
It may have been years since we last shared our dick (words),
But now we are back to fill you with prick (sentences),
Rusty spikes of flow possessing your body,
When it comes to erotic poems who's better? Nobody!!!!!!!!
Ed Sheratan (auto-correct) is good at musical lyrics, so what?
Compared to him we are Samuel, what what in the butt!
Gingers in...
#love
#brother
#erotic
#music
#lyrics
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