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Amidst Celestial Dark

Billy my brother drifts on a plain
In my mind I still feel his hurting pain
I still see you Billy, seeing me cry
Dad it looks like Billy, he's saying goodbye


He tell me of places that no one has seen
Amidst the celestial dark amongst it's diamond screen
Where no one can sail against the luff
I still see you Billy, why has life been so tough


Billy my brother what would I see
Smiles on our faces once again when we are annealed
Still inside I cry and the reasons why
Billy your gone now, but your so nearby


Billy my brother what would I see
Smiles on our faces once again when we are annealed
Still inside I cry and the reasons why
Billy your gone now, but your so nearby


Billy my brother drifts on a plain
In my mind I still feel his hurting pain
I still see you Billy, seeing me cry
Dad it looks like Billy, he's saying goodbye
Dad he's looking down, there's tears in his eyes







My entry for John Heck's 'Dear John' contest with 'Daniel'
               written by Elton John & Bernie Taupin


Details | Clerihew | |

We can swim beyond the storms

Unknown friend immerses 
In my fullerene verses,   
And finds four allotropes forms… 
We can swim beyond the storms.


Details | Free verse | |

My Startling Moments X-D

It’s rather odd
That I woke up pretty early this Saturday morning
It’s rather odd
That I awoke from my indescribable dream, filled with mysteries  

It’s somewhat peculiar
That I enjoy being a teenager—now I could do whatever I want and when I want!
But that’s selfish of me, huh? Ha-ha like I care…psh!
It’s rather alarming
That I awoke from a motivating dream without the alarm going off
But that was only a coincidence…I think!

It’s rather startling
That I aced a test in my Algebra 1 class and…
 Yet I failed the class miserably…so I have to take Algebra over again! GREEAT!
It’s rather startling
That I faced my past fears and… 
Now I don’t appear to look like a fool anymore…or do I?

My startling moment was
When I noticed that I had an acting talent!
My startling moment was
When I noticed I had a writing ability too…
My startling moment was
When I composed my own song—now that’s awesome!
My startling moment was
When I heard that my brother was going to be kicked out of the house! 
My startling moment was
When I did my piano practice on my own—now that’s tricky!
My startling moment was 
When I noticed that I had suicidal thoughts…
I had horrible experiences while facing this problem…DX 
My last startling moment was…
Uhh, I totally forgot…
What was my last startling moment if you know?
Oh!! I know! I know!
When I first created my main characters in my future trilogy! ? 


Details | Rhyme | |

Saving Vernie's life

My brother saved his bride's life.
He came close to losing his wife.
Her oxygen meter would normally have registered at 100 but it registered at 10 instead.
If my brother hadn't rushed out to get a doctor, Vernie would be dead.

When an oxygen level drops that low, it's supposed to set off an alarm.
Because of that incompetent hospital, people will probably be harmed.
Rick hurried to get a doctor when Vernie started having convulsions.
When I think about that stupid hospital, I feel nothing but revulsion.

The alarm didn't work and that's pure negligence.
Taking people to that hospital makes no sense.
If Rick hadn't acted fast, Vernie would be dead and that's a fact.
Those incompetent hospital employees better clean up their act!

(THIS IS A TRUE STORY.)


Details | Bio | |

Back When

M y brother turned his back to a flaming sky

said, "If ya seen one sunset you seen em all."

I was slowly losing my tiny empire

It was so upsetting to watch it fall

Every night before we'd go to bed

My brother would read from, "The Lord of the Rings"

"We only see shadows", my momma said

We'd light up a joint while she threw the I'Ching

And when she read it, we were all ears

"The superior man always perceivers

In the morning, we'd fire up Mother, and hit the road

I was " Two Toke Tito" back then

The toe headed stoner bandito back when..

Mom threw the TV out the window

when they pretended to land on the moon

I made up my very own language back then

Had my first magic mushroom sandwich back when

They killed those kids at Kent State

and Abbie tried to levitate the Pentagon

"Mother" was our psychedelic house on wheels

We headed south to land with a little more sun

Back then there were Gypsies in Mexico

the locals would gather and wait for the show

Momma told them that we were just hippies and there wouldn't be one

Our cat, "Hash" ran away down in Navidad

at least it was a place where he would never lack something to eat

The darnedest cat that we ever had

He loved to smoke dope and he was never bothered by the heat

We always wanted just one more year

in the tropical mountains where the air was so clear

and the mornings were cool enough to see our breath

We tried at the border for another year

when they turned us away it felt an awful lot like death

That was back then..

Back when Timmy O leary had something a lot cleaner than meth

Now thirty eight years have come and gone

My oldest brother's republican and momma passed on

My real dad did too, but I didn't know him anyway

Now I'm a blue collar stiff fighting to survive

I swore that the system wouldn't take me alive

It makes me feel like dying sometimes, That's all I've got to say


I still remember when

My brother turned his back on a flaming sky

and said, "If ya seen one sunset ya seen em all."


Details | I do not know? | |

Third degree burns

(This is a fictional poem)

When I syphoned some gas out of my brother's car, part of it went on my shirt.
He set me on fire with his lighter and it really hurt.
The gas on my shirt made me light up like a Christmas tree.
If you look up the word pain in the dictionary, you'll see a picture of me.
My brother is losing patience and he keeps getting meaner.
I have third degree burns all over myself, even on my wiener.
I have some advice that will save your ___.
Never steal any of my brother's gas.


Details | Narrative | |

Transaltor

Transaltor
A Dialect Poem
The Transaltor is here again Sahib he has something to say to thee. Jobor is 
speaking.
Transaltor is speaking: Sahib eye must travel many moons to visit the aged yew 
it must be hard to understand the English of this madman he is typo mad he 
makes eye the I the pronoun and the ewe his wife she must be happy to have 
him oh wait no we cannot judge a poet it must be style to bring a smile to every 
poets faces
Sahib speaks now: just tell me he sent me message and disturbed my aged 
wisdom in my places that eye visit are we still friends
Jobor speaks again:
Yes Sahib he would not answer thus without a reason.
Narrator speaks to crowd: What devotion if his servant is thus happy with this 
poet than he must have a very good reason to speak so off the wall and seem so 
badly wronging them
Transaltor says YES it seems so he says he is very sorry he called yew the back 
end of a camel can we still be friends my friend
Sahib says YES


Details | Burlesque | |

Congratulations to The King of Poetry

Oh Mighty King Heck,
What less could we expect?
Thine shining poetic armour,
For sure was just the charmer,
To set poetic fires a five alarmer,
Thus to beget the highest honor,
Words that flowed from Gods above,
Such talent one must love,
Dare I say on the next round,
I'll take off my gentleman's glove!!

Congrats, good buddy, and Merry Christmas!!













































































Details | I do not know? | |

Records are making a comeback

When they stopped making records in 1989, I thought it was the end.
But today my brother told me that they're going to make records again.
For years I've thought they should make both CDs and records and let the 
consumer choose.
After nineteen long years, records are finally making a comeback and that is 
really great news.
Thirty years ago when I was a child, I liked records a whole lot.
I'm going to play the new records on the phonographs I've got.


Details | I do not know? | |

Cain and Abel

When Abel gave his baby lambs to God, they were accepted.
But when Cain gave God some vegetables, they were rejected.
Cain was jealous so he grabbed a rock and beat poor Abel to death.
He tried to hide it from God but God knew that Abel had taken his final breath.

God banished Cain from the land and he was cursed.
God put a mark on him that said if anybody harmed him, they'd get seven times 
worse.
Poor Abel must have been really scared as he was dying.
When a man kills his own brother, it's truly terrifying.


Details | I do not know? | |

Spiked

(This is a fictional poem)

I'm going to be in this hospital for awhile.
I spiked a watermelon like Sergeant Carter did on Gomer Pyle.
I filled the watermelon with vodka and gave it to my obnoxious friend.
He gave it to his seven feet five brother and my life nearly came to an end.
His brother was president of a corporation and he sure was admired.
But when he went to work drunk, he got fired.
He beat the crap out of me and he wouldn't stop.
My blood was gushing, it had to be wiped up by a mop.
I lost so much blood that I nearly died.
Instead of taking it like a man, I wet my pants and cried.
You have no idea what that pain felt like.
That will be the last watermelon that I'll spike.