Brother Poems
#brother
Poems about brothers, the love and closeness between siblings. Brother poems explore the good and bad side of family relationships with brothers.
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
17th Jan 2023 3:26am
17th Jan 2023 3:26am
on the road to Damascus
memories of faith in shades of pain
desolate was the golden streets on which we gambled our fate
daring each other into bravery
lending our voices to a choir of angels
who look but never saw beauty weep
bitterness crept upon the dawning of understanding
feeding the fire in our souls
clashing with midnight's dust
it was our first and last night together, how were we to know
you cried I pretended not to see
overcome by the moment
I swear a vow to always honor you
I wept upon the knowledge I had loved you...
desolate was the golden streets on which we gambled our fate
daring each other into bravery
lending our voices to a choir of angels
who look but never saw beauty weep
bitterness crept upon the dawning of understanding
feeding the fire in our souls
clashing with midnight's dust
it was our first and last night together, how were we to know
you cried I pretended not to see
overcome by the moment
I swear a vow to always honor you
I wept upon the knowledge I had loved you...
#love
#brother
#beauty
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Green_Arrow
Poem Published
1st Jan 2023 8:43pm
1st Jan 2023 8:43pm
To See The New Dress
Staci came over and went
into Kristen's bedroom to
see the new dress that she
conned her dad into buying
for Susan's birthday party.
"Well, Staci? What do you
think?" was what Kristen
asked her best friend while
modeling her new party dress.
"Wow!" was Staci's answer.
"Glad to hear you say that,
Staci." was what Kristen said
before she had put her jacket
on and added "She asked me
to distract her brother Tom."
"That octopus?! Has she
gone out of her mind?!" was
what a shocked Staci asked ...
into Kristen's bedroom to
see the new dress that she
conned her dad into buying
for Susan's birthday party.
"Well, Staci? What do you
think?" was what Kristen
asked her best friend while
modeling her new party dress.
"Wow!" was Staci's answer.
"Glad to hear you say that,
Staci." was what Kristen said
before she had put her jacket
on and added "She asked me
to distract her brother Tom."
"That octopus?! Has she
gone out of her mind?!" was
what a shocked Staci asked ...
#brother
#friendship
#birthday
#fiction
#FreeVerse
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Green_Arrow
Poem Published
31st Dec 2022 11:14am
31st Dec 2022 11:14am
The One Bit Of Electronic Media He Discovered
#brother
#fiction
#lover
#dialogue
#sensual
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oskar
Poem Published
12th Dec 2022 9:27am
12th Dec 2022 9:27am
a new house
a new house
I saw a photo from a long time, so long it doesn’t matter when
the photo was taken; by a couple still youngish with four children
of school age outside a newly constructed house
The year was 1909. looked straight at the camera as was
the norm back then, they had the Sunday’s best on
The family was not prosperous but exuded repose of moving
into their own home.
The father looked like having a secure job, perhaps in a bank
or working for a railway company, the new-middle class
that with limited education, could do well and...
I saw a photo from a long time, so long it doesn’t matter when
the photo was taken; by a couple still youngish with four children
of school age outside a newly constructed house
The year was 1909. looked straight at the camera as was
the norm back then, they had the Sunday’s best on
The family was not prosperous but exuded repose of moving
into their own home.
The father looked like having a secure job, perhaps in a bank
or working for a railway company, the new-middle class
that with limited education, could do well and...
#brother
#children
#childhood
#family
#daughter
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beanbandit
Poem Published
28th Oct 2022 1:58am
28th Oct 2022 1:58am
Jumbo
It's been a month since you went away
I close my eyes and think that I can't find you but my mind tells me it's just been a day
So I hit your line like you'll be fine
If I could finally tell you all the shit that I was gonna say
And I can't cry but know goddammit I finally prayed
That God will keep you by his side
I roll up and keep them burning
Hoping the smoke and light
will help you find a way
to heaven's gates
So you can sign your page
And see we all loved you
especially when your skies were gray
And I know you used to...
I close my eyes and think that I can't find you but my mind tells me it's just been a day
So I hit your line like you'll be fine
If I could finally tell you all the shit that I was gonna say
And I can't cry but know goddammit I finally prayed
That God will keep you by his side
I roll up and keep them burning
Hoping the smoke and light
will help you find a way
to heaven's gates
So you can sign your page
And see we all loved you
especially when your skies were gray
And I know you used to...
#love
#grief
#brother
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goldenmyst
Poem Published
26th Oct 2022 6:31am
26th Oct 2022 6:31am
Tender Hands of the Seventh Sister
Tender Hands of the Seventh Sister
She toys with his zipper like a kitten and a ball of yarn.
“This is my seventh time as your sister. We got a break during
the roaring twenties. But here I am back as your doting sister whose every
lipstick mark is suspect.”
“Our rebirth has not dampened your fascination with my inseam.”
She laughs. “Get out of those pants you joker.”
“You know when I am in a bull market.”
“I can tell when a man’s Nasdaq is on the rise by the look on his face.”
“How is the discreet male...
She toys with his zipper like a kitten and a ball of yarn.
“This is my seventh time as your sister. We got a break during
the roaring twenties. But here I am back as your doting sister whose every
lipstick mark is suspect.”
“Our rebirth has not dampened your fascination with my inseam.”
She laughs. “Get out of those pants you joker.”
“You know when I am in a bull market.”
“I can tell when a man’s Nasdaq is on the rise by the look on his face.”
“How is the discreet male...
#lust
#brother
#sister
#erotic
#sensual
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BlueBeastGirl
Beasty
Beasty
Poem Published
21st Oct 2022 8:05pm
21st Oct 2022 8:05pm
I miss 13
There was a moment of overwhelming hope
Running from one place to the next
No one knows my name or my past
In a town not too far away from my origin
New girl walking through the halls
With a fear of meeting people with such newness
I was a mosaic with old and fresh fractures
Full of colors they had never seen before
I wish I was 13... Back when my family loved each other
We were all a Russian olive tree grove;
All our thorns intertwined so tightly it hurt
Yeah, I wish I was 13 just for a day
To see them all again just for awhile ...
Running from one place to the next
No one knows my name or my past
In a town not too far away from my origin
New girl walking through the halls
With a fear of meeting people with such newness
I was a mosaic with old and fresh fractures
Full of colors they had never seen before
I wish I was 13... Back when my family loved each other
We were all a Russian olive tree grove;
All our thorns intertwined so tightly it hurt
Yeah, I wish I was 13 just for a day
To see them all again just for awhile ...
#brother
#sister
#childhood
#memories
#nostalgia
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goldenmyst
Poem Published
6th Oct 2022 2:13am
6th Oct 2022 2:13am
Sister Venus’ Tantric Aloe
Sister Venus’ Tantric Aloe
One night John’s sister tells him,
“I’m concerned about your sleep patterns.
I hear your bed creaking like a trampoline
in need of grease at three in the morning.
This isn’t a normal sister and brother discussion
But Papa fell in love with foreign commerce.
And Mom is a teetotaler who only talks Jesus
So it is up to me to give you sex education
It is in incumbent upon me to tell you
to stop muh muhing your mosher at midnight.”
“What are you talking about Sis?”
“Do I have...
One night John’s sister tells him,
“I’m concerned about your sleep patterns.
I hear your bed creaking like a trampoline
in need of grease at three in the morning.
This isn’t a normal sister and brother discussion
But Papa fell in love with foreign commerce.
And Mom is a teetotaler who only talks Jesus
So it is up to me to give you sex education
It is in incumbent upon me to tell you
to stop muh muhing your mosher at midnight.”
“What are you talking about Sis?”
“Do I have...
#brother
#sister
#erotic
#sensual
#seductive
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oskar
Poem Published
30th Sep 2022 8:42am
30th Sep 2022 8:42am
when love is not enough
When love is not enough
The bird of love sits in a gilded cage, sometimes
it gets out and flies in search of mischief.
Anton, a young student from a middle-class family
sat in a crowded café drinking a beer, when Maria
entered, she had a coffee since the café was full
Anton beckoned for her to sit with him at his table.
Love is cruelly struck!
In infatuation, they had met by chance and nothing
about them made sense, Anton was well educated
Maria could struggle through the headlines
of the local newspaper, but she was of a generous ...
The bird of love sits in a gilded cage, sometimes
it gets out and flies in search of mischief.
Anton, a young student from a middle-class family
sat in a crowded café drinking a beer, when Maria
entered, she had a coffee since the café was full
Anton beckoned for her to sit with him at his table.
Love is cruelly struck!
In infatuation, they had met by chance and nothing
about them made sense, Anton was well educated
Maria could struggle through the headlines
of the local newspaper, but she was of a generous ...
#mother
#father
#brother
#memories
#separation
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oskar
Poem Published
28th Sep 2022 9:43am
28th Sep 2022 9:43am
the highborn woman and her sons
The highborn woman and her sons.
An old woman has died she was famous for having no opinion
about anything; talking about “families” soft as flannel patting
a child’s stately bum.
One of her sons has taken her place at the top of the table.
A rigid man with a complaining mien has to use an intermediate
to get his rather trite opinions across.
His mistress, once a reviled woman who came before and after
his wife, who tragically died, but the public forgives her
thanks to sycophantic newspapers views are companion sits
at the top table....
An old woman has died she was famous for having no opinion
about anything; talking about “families” soft as flannel patting
a child’s stately bum.
One of her sons has taken her place at the top of the table.
A rigid man with a complaining mien has to use an intermediate
to get his rather trite opinions across.
His mistress, once a reviled woman who came before and after
his wife, who tragically died, but the public forgives her
thanks to sycophantic newspapers views are companion sits
at the top table....
#brother
#childhood
#family
#daughter
#responsibility
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Green_Arrow
Poem Published
11th Sep 2022 3:38pm
11th Sep 2022 3:38pm
You Stay Away From My Sister!
While
we were
all having
fun splashing in
the pool, John saw this
blonde in a light purple
bikini come over and
say "hi" with a smile at one of
the other guys only to have John
shove that one guy so hard into the pool.
we were
all having
fun splashing in
the pool, John saw this
blonde in a light purple
bikini come over and
say "hi" with a smile at one of
the other guys only to have John
shove that one guy so hard into the pool.
#brother
#sister
#fiction
#dialogue
#temptation
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BlueBeastGirl
Beasty
Beasty
Poem Published
10th Sep 2022 3:39am
10th Sep 2022 3:39am
Pirate Irish Twins
It was always just the two of us
Just you and me, pirates in our dreams
Co- Captains on anything resembling a ship
Eating stolen bread and sweets
Homeless and running around the castle of dreams
Feral brats who fought and cut the world right back
Older sister and little brother always
They'd gimace when calling us irish twins
Cause we're not even a year apart
There's a scar across my nose from your hand
You have a scar on your cheek from mine
I never thought I'd stand here today
Holding the pieces of my soul because of you
We're...
Just you and me, pirates in our dreams
Co- Captains on anything resembling a ship
Eating stolen bread and sweets
Homeless and running around the castle of dreams
Feral brats who fought and cut the world right back
Older sister and little brother always
They'd gimace when calling us irish twins
Cause we're not even a year apart
There's a scar across my nose from your hand
You have a scar on your cheek from mine
I never thought I'd stand here today
Holding the pieces of my soul because of you
We're...
#brother
#sister
#teens
#fate
#despair
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