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Famous Short Brother Poems

Famous Short Brother Poems. Short Brother Poetry by Famous Poets. A collection of the all-time best Brother short poems

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by Stephen Crane

I stood upon a high place

 I stood upon a high place,
And saw, below, many devils
Running, leaping,
and carousing in sin.
One looked up, grinning, And said, "Comrade! Brother!"

by Omar Khayyam

Cast off dull care, O melancholy brother!

Cast off dull care, O melancholy brother!
Woo the sweet daughter of the grape, no other;
The daughter is forbidden, it is true,
But she is nicer than her lawful mother!

by Mother Goose

Bye, Baby Bunting

Bye, baby bunting,
Father's gone a-hunting,
Mother's gone a-milking,
Sister's gone a-silking,
And brother's gone to buy a skin
To wrap the baby bunting in.

by Omar Khayyam

Whate'er thou doest, never grieve thy brother,

Whate'er thou doest, never grieve thy brother,
Nor kindle fumes of wrath his peace to smother;
Dost thou desire to taste eternal bliss,
Vex thine own heart, but never vex another!

by Omar Khayyam

I dreamt a sage said, Wherefore life consume

I dreamt a sage said, «Wherefore life consume
In sleep? Can sleep make pleasure's roses bloom?
For gather not with death's twin-brother sleep,
Thou wilt have sleep enough within thy tomb!»

by Hilaire Belloc

The Early Morning

 The moon on the one hand, the dawn on the other:
The moon is my sister, the dawn is my brother.
The moon on my left and the dawn on my right.
My brother, good morning: my sister, good night.

by Mother Goose

I'Ll Tell You A Story

  I'll tell you a story
  About Jack-a-Nory:
And now my story's begun.
  I'll tell you another
  About his brother:
And now my story is done.

by Emily Dickinson

Brother of Ingots -- Ah Peru --

 Brother of Ingots -- Ah Peru --
Empty the Hearts that purchased you --


Sister of Ophir --
Ah, Peru --
Subtle the Sum
That purchase you --


Brother of Ophir
Bright Adieu,
Honor, the shortest route
To you.

by Robert Louis Stevenson

In The States

 With half a heart I wander here
As from an age gone by
A brother yet— though young in years,
An elder brother, I.
You speak another tongue than mine, Though both were English born.
I towards the night of time decline, You mount into the morn.

by Walt Whitman

To You.

 LET us twain walk aside from the rest; 
Now we are together privately, do you discard ceremony, 
Come! vouchsafe to me what has yet been vouchsafed to none—Tell me the whole story, 
Tell me what you would not tell your brother, wife, husband, or physician.

by Paul Laurence Dunbar

TO J. Q.

What are the things that make life bright?
A star gleam in the night.
What hearts us for the coming fray?
The dawn tints of the day.
What helps to speed the weary mile?
A brother's friendly smile.
What turns o' gold the evening gray?
A flower beside the way.

by Katharine Tynan


 He sleeps as a lamb sleeps, 
Beside his mother.
Somewhere in yon blue deeps His tender brother Sleeps like a lamb and leaps.
He feeds as a lamb might, Beside his mother.
Somewhere in fields of light A lamb, his brother, Feeds, and is clothed in white.

by Barry Tebb


 Even the charity shops boast of the surveillance

Mr Average is caught on camera a hundred times a day

To provide unending footage for reality TV

But in a decade where will we all be?

Big Brother’s eye will see our every step,

The blink of every eye, the tears we cry.

by Mother Goose

Robin And Richard

Robin and Richard were two pretty men,
They lay in bed till the clock struck ten;
Then up starts Robin and looks at the sky,
"Oh, brother Richard, the sun's very high!
You go before, with the bottle and bag,
And I will come after on little Jack Nag.

by Robert Burns

154. Lines Inscribed under Fergusson's Portrait

 CURSE on ungrateful man, that can be pleased,
And yet can starve the author of the pleasure.
O thou, my elder brother in misfortune, By far my elder brother in the Muses, With tears I pity thy unhappy fate! Why is the Bard unpitied by the world, Yet has so keen a relish of its pleasures?

by Carl Sandburg


 BROTHER, I am fire
Surging under the ocean floor.
I shall never meet you, brother-- Not for years, anyhow; Maybe thousands of years, brother.
Then I will warm you, Hold you close, wrap you in circles, Use you and change you-- Maybe thousands of years, brother.
Where the moon slants and wavers.

by Alice Walker

The Old Men Used to Sing

The old men used to sing
And lifted a brother
Out the door
I used to think they
Were born
Knowing how to
Gently swing
A casket
They shuffled softly
Eyes dry
More awkward
With the flowers
Than with the widow
After they'd put the
Body in
And stood around waiting
In their
Brown suits.

by Leonard Cohen


 Brother Paul! look!
—but he rushes to a different
The moon! I heard shrieks and thought: What's that? That's just Suzanne talking to the moon! Pounding on the window with both fists: Paul! Paul! —and talking to the moon.
Shrieking and pounding the glass with both fists! Brother Paul! the moon!

by Paul Laurence Dunbar


Out of my heart, one day, I wrote a song,
With my heart's blood imbued,
Instinct with passion, tremulously strong,
With grief subdued;
Breathing a fortitude
And one who claimed much love for what I wrought,
Read and considered it,
And spoke:
"Ay, brother,—'t is well writ,
But where's the joke?"

by Vachel Lindsay

St. Francis of Assisi

 Would I might wake St.
Francis in you all, Brother of birds and trees, God's Troubadour, Blinded with weeping for the sad and poor; Our wealth undone, all strict Franciscan men, Come, let us chant the canticle again Of mother earth and the enduring sun.
God make each soul the lonely leper's slave; God make us saints, and brave.

by Langston Hughes

I Too Sing America

 I, too, sing America.
I am the darker brother.
They send me to eat in the kitchen When company comes, But I laugh, And eat well, And grow strong.
Tomorrow, I'll be at the table When company comes.
Nobody'll dare Say to me, "Eat in the kitchen," Then.
Besides, They'll see how beautiful I am And be ashamed-- I, too, am America.

by Emily Dickinson

There is another sky

 There is another sky,
Ever serene and fair,
And there is another sunshine,
Though it be darkness there;
Never mind faded forests, Austin,
Never mind silent fields -
Here is a little forest,
Whose leaf is ever green;
Here is a brighter garden,
Where not a frost has been;
In its unfading flowers
I hear the bright bee hum:
Prithee, my brother,
Into my garden come!

by Denise Levertov

On the Mystery of the Incarnation

 It's when we face for a moment
the worst our kind can do, and shudder to know
the taint in our own selves, that awe
cracks the mind's shell and enters the heart:
not to a flower, not to a dolphin,
to no innocent form
but to this creature vainly sure
it and no other is god-like, God
(out of compassion for our ugly
failure to evolve) entrusts,
as guest, as brother,
the Word.

by Siegfried Sassoon

To My Brother

 Give me your hand, my brother, search my face; 
Look in these eyes lest I should think of shame; 
For we have made an end of all things base.
We are returning by the road we came.
Your lot is with the ghosts of soldiers dead, And I am in the field where men must fight.
But in the gloom I see your laurell’d head And through your victory I shall win the light.

by Nazim Hikmet

About My Poetry

 I have no silver-saddled horse to ride,
no inheritance to live on,
neither riches no real-estate --
a pot of honey is all I own.
A pot of honey red as fire! My honey is my everything.
I guard my riches and my real-estate -- my honey pot, I mean -- from pests of every species, Brother, just wait.
As long as I've got honey in my pot, bees will come to it from Timbuktu.