Poems for and About Brothers Published by Members Recently Online
#brother
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
428 reads
2 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
428 reads
2 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
428 reads
2 Comments
summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
20th Sep 2020 10:33pm
20th Sep 2020 10:33pm
~Kizhavenmani Massacre
viz :: Kizhavenmani Massacre
#brother
#humankind
562 reads
8 Comments
summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
20th Sep 2020 10:33pm
20th Sep 2020 10:33pm
~Kizhavenmani Massacre
viz :: Kizhavenmani Massacre
#brother
#humankind
562 reads
8 Comments
DamianDeadLove
Poem Published
20th Aug 2024 4:59am
20th Aug 2024 4:59am
Proud
You’ll always be my little brother
A man who toured the States
Dropping bass lines like no other
It’s your presence that resonates
Getting choked up by memories
Crying while laughing out loud
Music gifted us social remedies
Most of all you made me proud
A man who toured the States
Dropping bass lines like no other
It’s your presence that resonates
Getting choked up by memories
Crying while laughing out loud
Music gifted us social remedies
Most of all you made me proud
#brother
#family
#love #music
#love #music
118 reads
8 Comments
DamianDeadLove
Poem Published
20th Aug 2024 4:59am
20th Aug 2024 4:59am
Proud
You’ll always be my little brother
A man who toured the States
Dropping bass lines like no other
It’s your presence that resonates
Getting choked up by memories
Crying while laughing out loud
Music gifted us social remedies
Most of all you made me proud
A man who toured the States
Dropping bass lines like no other
It’s your presence that resonates
Getting choked up by memories
Crying while laughing out loud
Music gifted us social remedies
Most of all you made me proud
#brother
#family
#love #music
#love #music
118 reads
8 Comments
DamianDeadLove
Poem Published
20th Aug 2024 4:59am
20th Aug 2024 4:59am
Proud
You’ll always be my little brother
A man who toured the States
Dropping bass lines like no other
It’s your presence that resonates
Getting choked up by memories
Crying while laughing out loud
Music gifted us social remedies
Most of all you made me proud
A man who toured the States
Dropping bass lines like no other
It’s your presence that resonates
Getting choked up by memories
Crying while laughing out loud
Music gifted us social remedies
Most of all you made me proud
#brother
#family
#love #music
#love #music
118 reads
8 Comments
DamianDeadLove
Poem Published
20th Aug 2024 4:59am
20th Aug 2024 4:59am
Proud
You’ll always be my little brother
A man who toured the States
Dropping bass lines like no other
It’s your presence that resonates
Getting choked up by memories
Crying while laughing out loud
Music gifted us social remedies
Most of all you made me proud
A man who toured the States
Dropping bass lines like no other
It’s your presence that resonates
Getting choked up by memories
Crying while laughing out loud
Music gifted us social remedies
Most of all you made me proud
#brother
#family
#love #music
#love #music
118 reads
8 Comments
SatInUGal
Kumar
Kumar
Poem Published
22nd Nov 2020 1:37am
22nd Nov 2020 1:37am
THE FALL 2020
She offers her
Dark well.
Staring into the deep
As if it were headlights,
He strips down,
Hoping that enough
Of her tears
Exist at the bottom
To keep him from
Crashing,
But not enough
To allow him to drown.
Dark well.
Staring into the deep
As if it were headlights,
He strips down,
Hoping that enough
Of her tears
Exist at the bottom
To keep him from
Crashing,
But not enough
To allow him to drown.
#dark
#brother
#relationships #SelfHarm
#relationships #SelfHarm
463 reads
2 Comments
SatInUGal
Kumar
Kumar
Poem Published
22nd Nov 2020 1:37am
22nd Nov 2020 1:37am
THE FALL 2020
She offers her
Dark well.
Staring into the deep
As if it were headlights,
He strips down,
Hoping that enough
Of her tears
Exist at the bottom
To keep him from
Crashing,
But not enough
To allow him to drown.
Dark well.
Staring into the deep
As if it were headlights,
He strips down,
Hoping that enough
Of her tears
Exist at the bottom
To keep him from
Crashing,
But not enough
To allow him to drown.
#dark
#brother
#relationships #SelfHarm
#relationships #SelfHarm
463 reads
2 Comments
SatInUGal
Kumar
Kumar
Poem Published
22nd Nov 2020 1:37am
22nd Nov 2020 1:37am
THE FALL 2020
She offers her
Dark well.
Staring into the deep
As if it were headlights,
He strips down,
Hoping that enough
Of her tears
Exist at the bottom
To keep him from
Crashing,
But not enough
To allow him to drown.
Dark well.
Staring into the deep
As if it were headlights,
He strips down,
Hoping that enough
Of her tears
Exist at the bottom
To keep him from
Crashing,
But not enough
To allow him to drown.
#dark
#brother
#relationships #SelfHarm
#relationships #SelfHarm
463 reads
2 Comments
DU Poetry : Poems for and About Brothers Published by Members Recently Online
