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Details | Terzanelle | |

An Epic Battle With A Simple Question

A beautiful heart pines from afar. To parallel freedom, we choose our master. In Love, the Dragon and Unicorn are! Celestial winged heart beats faster, Over mountain and ocean meet polar eyes. To parallel freedom, we choose our master. Embarking from sun brewed and moonshine skies Two alien races, in war, collide. Over mountain and ocean meet polar eyes. All brothers' swords raise, marching with pride. Sisters of heaven let feathers fly. Two alien races, in war, collide. The angered clouds rain blood from the sky. A new path finally found. Sisters of heaven let feathers fly. Brothers' swords low now to the ground. A beautiful heart pines from afar. A new path finally found. In Love, the Dragon and Unicorn are! In universe Out bound energy Where are we when we die?

Copyright © Edward McCormick

Details | Dramatic Verse | |




Hear the travails of a single mother 

Traded her heaven for love 

But hopes and dreams short-lived and ran 

Now she cries aloud to every woman 

Be ware of a promising young man 


He promised to move me mountains 

He vowed to spring forth like fountains 

At my faintest whisper when in need 

And called on cupid to strike him stupid 

If he is short of a word or letter in his creed 


He stands and mopes as though lost in lust 

 It is vanity to yearn and lust over dust 

He calls my left keg wonderful 

And the right he christened as powerful 

Both together he called beautiful 


He said the sun rises in my glittering eyes 

That heaven is hid between my very thighs 

And will persevere till he finally makes it to heaven 

He spoke sweet sounding sermons as time ticked eleven 

Words like fetters, held hostage a lass due home for seven 


He said my presence did make him shiver 

And for my absence, he’ll cry me a river 

If only I would be his all in one miss 

He’ll treat me to a night of ceaseless kiss 

And our ever after will be made of an endless bliss 


Little did I know that the name I bore was a loan 

Soon I’ll be striped of the same and left to moan alone 

From my heaven he’s got saints numbering up to seven 

Deserted in this lonely cold night as time ticked eleven 

He’s abandoned me and all the saints in search for a new heaven 

Copyright © Chukwuemeka Mbah

Details | Narrative | |

He Loved You

He loved you too, you know
Loved you like his very own
In away you were
You came into his life as my friend
Through the years you grew to be my brother in arms 
Along the way you became the son he never had

He loved you as a friend
He loved you even more as a son
A son he never had
When things began to spiral out of control
You stayed when so many others ran away
You helped when I couldn’t

You meant a great deal to him
You never looked at him differently 
Nor did you treat him differently
You stood by his side
When he fell, you stood by his side and mine
You were willing to help me fight his battle for him 
You were there from the beginning 
You were there until the bitter end
Always remember my friend, my brother
He loved you more than you’ll ever know

Dedicated to close Family friend Rodney Howard. He loved my Daddy just as much as I did/do.

Copyright © Sabrina Niday Hansel

Details | Lyric | |

Don't Cry

Please don't cry over my casket 
For I am not there 
Please don't cry at my grave 
My soul has been set free 
I know it's hard not to cry 
I've been down that road one to many times 

I have no more pain 
I have no more sickness 
And I would not change a thing 
As I walk threw the gates of Heaven 
Mom Dad our brothers and sisters 
Will welcome me with open arms 
Here I am free of that pain 

Don't blame yourself 
It was my time to go home 
This is where I'm supposed to be 
Don't dwell on things which you can not change 
I will always be in your heart 

I will always be watching over you 
When that day comes for you to come home
I will be there to welcome you 
With open arms
And walk you threw the gates of Heaven 
You will be greeted by our family & friends
Who came home before you 
Until that day I will be watching over you

Copyright © Sabrina Niday Hansel

Details | Rhyme | |

Tender of Roses

Beloved, lovely roses: gift of God and lover’s flower,
Spread your colored petals and cradle tender showers.
While admiring the blossoms with their beauty to behold,
Ought we not to know the Tender of such lovely garden groves?

For He lovingly and thoughtfully wields His pruning shears
To cut away the stems of old for fuller future years.
He cultivates and feeds them. He attends them as a Father
Looking daily to their needs; so faithfully He waters.

From the dawn of morning dew until the setting sun arrays
Caring always for His own until that great appointed day…
When the Gardener comes to claim each one the earth held as its own.
He gently picks it at its peak and for His pleasure takes it home.

As God did one glorious morning, when the Perfect Rose had bloomed.
He rolled away the stone and met with Mary at the tomb.
There the sweetest Rose of Sharon rose that we die not alone.
But be gathered for a garden grove, surrounding heavens throne.

Copyright © Tom Valles

Details | Narrative | |

Granny And Your last glass of water

He starts singing songs of Ireland and we are home in a jiffy
"What's a jiffy," my mother wonders
"Guess  where we went Granny?"
"I don't know but I have a feeling you are gonna tell me," answers my grandmother
"And Don't call me Granny!"
"We went to church so Poppy could ask secret questions."
"The priest gave Poppy a shot and a beer and Poppy sent me next store and he gave me money for  taffy."
"He told me not to tell anyone especially you about the priest cause it's only for the priests ears."
"He said God would take away taffy and I'd never get another goodie and God would strike me dead if I told."
"So I can't tell anyone."
"He did," and she starts yelling and grabs a weapon,"what kind of idiot would be scaring a little child?"
Granny is standing on  Poppy's toes and and asking him questions of where he'd been and getting a sniff of his breath
"So what did you tell  the priest and him giving you consolation and a shot and beer."
"That little rat ," and thinks about the money for candy
Later, Granny is chasing Poppy with that big iron frying pan and poppy running and singing
"In Heaven they have no beer, that's why we drink it here."
"You damn fool I'm gonna bust you in the head, "and throws the pan at his head
And later
Cousin Francis has bill collectors come to the house looking for him
Granny was four foot seven  inches and she starts kicking him in the shin
My Mother grabs his Dick Tracy hat and she jumps on it and flattens it
I ask my mom where I was when this happened and she pauses
" You were in Heaven Patrick waiting with your brother!"
The truancy officers bang on the door and want to know where Uncle Charles is
Granny shrugs and says, "He is upstairs and the sound of the window going up sounds
They all run upstairs and see Uncle sliding down the tree and running as fast as his
seven year legs can move
He comes home later that evening holding a goose under his arm
And Poppy has a soft-boiled goose egg for breakfast every morning
I ask Uncle what happened to that goose and He said,"one day he came home  and
they had chicken for dinner."
And Poppy was gone to heaven to get me and my brother ready Mom says
And Granny sits my brother and me on her lap and says,"you two knuckleheads listen up."
"This is very important so don't forget it."
"Treat people the way you want to be treated, because you never know who is going to hand you your last glass of water"

Copyright © Patrick Cornwall

Details | Lyric | |

Goodbye My Brother

I've seen more than my share of death 
I’ve cheated death also
I thought I'd seen it all 
But I was wrong 

I learned from one of the best 
To control and hide my emotions 
That's one of the things I'm good at
But not tonight 

The first person I laid eyes on that night
When I went though those doors was Josh 
It broke my heart even more 
I knew right then it wasn't a dream 
Oh how I wish it was 

I latched hold of him
Not wanting to let him go 
Afraid I'd lose him too 
Even though we're not blood 
Your still my little brother 

How do I say goodbye
I can't I won't 
So I'm saying see you later for now
I will see you again one day

Even if I don't make it into the gates of Heaven 
I will see you when I stand in judgment 
You'll always hold a special place in my heart 
Love you always

Dedicated to the sudden loss of a close Family friend 
Jeremy Maggard  11/19/82 ~ 11/06/09

Copyright © Sabrina Niday Hansel

Details | Ballad | |

William part 1

I ask all to be open minded as I tell the story of my friend,  William .
There are so many prejudice in this World , from color to sex 

To me it has always been the soul , the person inside 
For one that is shallow will not experience life in true blessing 

William my friend was African American , he was fun and personality full of 'I am here "
William was Gay , William disowned , William called "A queer "

Well this is a lesson for all to know
God does not care what color , but the heart , what color it shows .

I had left my 1st Husband , with 2 children I had to support .
I was depressed , felt alone in the civilian World of a sort 

For when I got to Monterey bay , I was on a Military base 
Very shy and recluse , not leaving the perimeter of the land 
I opened such a big door when I left that abusive Man 

I had the tiniest apartment with 2 little rooms , probably 550 sq. feet I presume .
I will never for get the night He came to my door , William ," Girl, lets go dancing 
Let's go explore ! He called me 'The platinum Blonde "

We went out together and danced , he was amazing ! William energized any room . He Lit it Up ! 
For he had something inside his beautiful soul , no money could buy, nor silver or gold.

Well years went by in Monterey bay , I had fallen in love with a man , Lost so much time .

Time went by , after the man broke my heart ,I remember "where is William "
I missed something that lies  deep in my heart . The true Love and friendship of he I craved .

Now this story is long so go to  "William part 2  "be patient , be brave .

Copyright © Shanity Rain

Details | Narrative | |

Son of the Morning

Once, he had the most brilliant light
In Heaven, he'd been the star even at night
The most favored, the most beautiful
He never thought one day he'd become a fool

He was always pure, never felt insecure
Until Heaven borne one special creature
And the angels cried, the angels wondered
What would happen if they are no longer favored?

Angels watched as Heaven gave the man a special woman
My beloved one walked away, flame in his hand
Why the special gift for a man made in soil?
That was when anger and envy started to boil

The most beautiful star sat alone in silence
Heaven's in peace, can he dare start a violence?
Yes, he would for the love of Heaven
So he called all his beloved brethren

War would never do good for anyone
He knew from the sight of blood in his hands
And stared at the ground where his brethren laid
From the bloody battle, my beloved angel turned away

His wings unfurled, made of pure Heaven and glory
They were as black as night, magnificent and lovely
He made once last glance as he begun to descend
He knew he made a mistake he could never amend

It was his nature, no other pleasure than flying
But his heart broke knowing that he's falling
He landed to the ground, broken and wounded
Tears from his eyes, he felt ashamed and abandoned

He stood alone in the middle of the night
His wings dimmed, slowly fading its light
For the first time, he felt the rain on his skin
And for the first time, he shivered from the coldness of the wind

He looked up and saw his brethren
Why did they follow him, he's a Fallen
They bowed their heads, still loving him
So he decided, He's Lucifer and no longer the Son of the Morning

Copyright © gracel almada

Details | Free verse | |

'Letters from Heaven'

It started with a letter,
One turned into two
Two into many more…

Pen pals we became and
That’s how our friendship 
Started, at the age of fourteen
Until we decided to 
Finally meet, when we turned seventeen….

A few days before your birthday 
The date was set,
but that meeting never happened,
The letters also dried up
No words just silence…

Until I send you a Christmas card
And your brother decided to search for me,
I’ll never forget that Sunday, 16 January 1994…

He looked just like you did,
In the photo you send me…

I really wasn’t prepared for 
What he had to say, 
You died on your way home from school
Back in October already… 

Brain hemorrhage is what he said… 

Before he uttered those 
Words the tears were 
Already streaming down my face,

I knew something must have
Happened to you, because you would
Never just go silent and not make contact…

I use to read your letters over and over,
For months after your brother told me,
Until I made peace with the fact 
that we would never meet, 
least not in the way we have planned…

*In loving memory of, Reginald Waldeck*

© All Rights Reserved

Copyright © Wilma Neels

Details | Free verse | |

Das Ein Mannlein

Das Ein Männlein

The silent echo reflects through the lodge,
Ein Männlein Steht im Wlade ganz Still und Stum…
Repeating itself in the young boys head.
He is not yet a man, but stands proud enough to be,
Coming back here to relieve himself of his past.
Crying out as he reaches the splintering and tilted door.
The memories of the cold, the blistering cold overpower him.
He spends time collecting himself as the moon moves across the sky.

He had been here with his family-
Says the toppled dining room table.
He also wasn’t the only child in the lodge-
Says the curled up paper dolls in the fireplace.
There was music- Ein Männlein Steht im Wlade ganz Still und Stumm…
Echoes the toppled ivory-keyed piano in the corner.
There was a war, as the Russian Graffiti on the wall complains.
The crashed bomber-plane with the seat full of bones assures that fact.

He came back to the rotting lodge in the forest
Back to the overgrown pile of shambles to find something
As he digs he picks objects out of the rubble, a boar’s head, jewelry, dog-tags,
And finally the thing he seemed to have been searching for.
A baby’s bathtub, with a scrolled handle, stares at him through the dust.
What happened to the other child?
She still has all of her baby teeth in her sweet little baby head.
She’s been sitting in that bathtub ever since that horrible night.
When she was boiled to death by hungry war criminals. 

Copyright © Kennedy Lea

Details | I do not know? | |

teens life in Oakland

*A assignment was due in class. *

Every time a gun shoots
A tree looses its roots
Every time there is bloodshed
Along with it millions of tears are shed
Every time a heart is stabbed
Someone else’s life gets barren
As violence grows
Many more mothers moan
The sounds of destruction
Overpowers the voice of those
Who are innocent
Who suffer with no reason
Who beg for life
Who have heart full of innocence

Why do so much violence?
That the child’s cry cannot be heard
When his father is killed
Why do so much violence?
That a mother moans
Over her child’s dead remains
Why do so much violence
For winning any stupid battle
Which is taking lives
Of people who have wives
And mothers and children

When you can keep calm
Talk things out
Do whatever you can
To keep violence out
Because there is no sin as big as

Copyright © donna lu

Details | ABC | |

Heaven Is Your New Home

As the sunrise shines upon my face
A teardrop falls from my eye
The warmth gives me comfort
I feel your presence
What else to represent you besides the sun
The most powerful source of energy in the sky
I look away, what do I see, 
The moon, opposite the sun
Look in between night and day, the clouds move in fast toward me 
It's mid day
Still you consume my entire mind
You're in my dreams; day and night
Our initials, P.M. A.M.; night and day, like our personalities, yet one. 
Opposites attract. 
Brother and sister, best friends at birth
No longer are you with me on earth 
My angel in the sky
Your new home is Heaven

Copyright © Alyssa Marie

Details | Rhyme | |

My brother Ray

Today was his special day
Till just a year ago he was taken away
Only God knows the reason he called him home
Leaving all of us missing him so.

My brother Ray was a special young man
Who anyone who knew him could call him friend.
His harsh demeanor was bristling and gruff
You always knew how he felt, when he'd had enough.

He'd let you know with his big booming voice
To hear it once more  would be such a joy.
He loved his family, his coworkers his friends
They knew his loyalty was good to the end.

For no fair weather friend could he ever be called
If he loved you and cared he could not be swayed at all
For his love and his loyalty were always true
He wore his feelings on his sleeves and he'd share them with you.

He had a huge and jocular laugh, infectious too.
If you laughed with him, he'd laugh with you
For no one alive had a better sense of humour
Made us all honored to call him our favorite brother.

Now as the sun sets down gloriously this day.
We know it's because of a brother named Ray.
He lives up in Heaven as he did here with us.
Shining his smile upon us and all of his love.

Wrapping us all in his big arms to his chest
He is telling us all to keep doing our best.
To keep making him proud in our thoughts and deeds
And he will see us all when in Heaven we meet.

Copyright © David Brown

Details | Lyric | |

Watching From Heaven

He’d just turned forty, a happy single daddy
He had sunshine days and his life on track
His two girls and him, he love’s his lit’l family
He would never even think of ever looking back
Cuz’ his two girls were growing  - way to fast

His days were busy, when springtime came calling
He farmed right on through the cold bitter rains
And when the planting season  finally ended
He’d caught a cough he just couldn’t shake by then
And that’s when he called me up

My heart beat fast as I packed my bags 
and  rushed to him
It hit me hard how his face was pale
 and his body thin
He smiled his smile at me and said -  come on in
He said  - brother you’ve got to help me
Cuz’soon my girls will be missing me

I need you to hug and kiss them both for me
Tell’em their daddy loves’em when they scrape their knees
Wipe their tears and tuck them in
Read them stories where the Prince always wins
And when they bring home their first dates
You make a mean face and you tell him straight
To have them home not a minute too late
You just tell him- I’m always watching 
From Heaven

I laid my head there upon his chest
My tears fell hard as he struggled for breath
My shoulders shook and he squeezed my hand
He said, I love you brother and you’re a good man
And I know you’ll be the greatest daddy to them
You just tell them – I ‘m always watching
From Heaven

I raised my head then,  smiled and said
I’ll hug them daily and tuck them in
I’ll tell them stories where the Prince always wins
They’ll know their daddy was strong and brave
And I’ll have fun scaring all their dates
I’ll teach them right and what is wrong
I’ll dry their tears when they hear your song
And when its hard and their missing you
I’ll just tell them- You’ll always be watching
From Heaven

Copyright © Roxann Schumacher

Details | Rhyme | |


Mary fought until her last day
gazing at the stars of the bay,
" I will soon die, but deep pain 
I won't feel...Heaven is my gain! "

And muttering those courageous words,
her pale face pierced by hazel eyes held off
her tears not to make me profoundly sad,
but my caresses warmer than sunshine
consoled her by not making her afraid...
all she saw was a brother praying by her side!   

Mary sang many songs and smiled feeling only joy,
not seeing her bold head and missing breast
and despite her suffering, she kept abreast...
wanting to be another survivor and tell her story. 

That October evening Mary died without a breath of air,
and with semi open eyes turned to a pink sky...
seeing a sun redder than scarlet;
she stepped into the realm of death
to join mother and sister already there...
why wasn't a cure found? She didn't have to die!

Written by Andrew Crisci
The most powerful note:
" Wanting to be another survivor and tell her story. "

Copyright © Andrew Crisci

Details | Rhyme | |

He's Waiting At The Gates

As I stand before heaven's gates in sight 
What's before me is a beautiful bright light 
Christ standing at the gates saying, come on in and see
Been waiting for you to come live with me
Come walk the streets of gold, too
Your log cabin I built just for you
On a hill far away you wanted to be
Let me take you there so you can see
Melanie, your loved one's been waiting for you to come 
Especially where you are from
There stood my brother with open arms towards me
Said, my sister I finally get to see
He hugged me tight 
Said, now everything is going to be alright 


Copyright © Country Girl47

Details | Elegy | |


The pain was so real for my brother Nate. We did not see the signs of the way he 
was feeling. If he cried out for help and let us know. My dear bother would still be 
hear and with the proper medicine he would begin to heal. What was you 
thinking  of that October day. When you took your own life that  ended so suddenly 
that way. Did you feel you were not loved and for that split second ended your life 
instead of calling for help before you plunged in the water. What was on your 
mind when you put your hands up with despair. And down in the water went the 
car on that October day. Did you cry out did you try and pray. Did you find the pain 
on this earth too much to cope. Dearest brother you are very missed it is sad but 
true. Have I not told you more often that I do love you. I feel a loss without you 
hear. I wish you were not gone I wish you were near. I can't stand the pain it is too 
hard to bear Too For I look to this day that I wish I can change. That I made more 
time with you my brother now it too late because you are in heaven with the 
angels on high  I will always love you my dear brother Nate you will always hold a 
special place in my heart until we meet again in heaven the most beautiful place 
where we will have no more tears and pain. Dearest brother until we meet again 
I will love you always until the day when I die I will join you then only then we will 
not depart.

Copyright © Ann Wilson

Details | I do not know? | |

My Brother

My brother why do you cry?
I m still here, with you even if you slip and fall,
I will pick you back up shed my blood for you so you mite live forever. My child please except me. Come just as you are. I will fill your cup. The tears and pain will be no more. 
Your heart will rejoice at my amazing grace, that you have found in my love. So my brother cry no more because God is standing at your door. 
The journey home is a narrow road sometimes hard to travel.
But heaven is worth any trail that we may come against.
Trouble we face in life, for the love of God is don’t to much.
He says I wont but nothing on you that you can’t bear.
We have a promise of a heavenly home, where we will thirst no more, or shed another tear.
We  will see Jesus the one that die for us.
By coming in this world to die, so we mite have a eternity life
in heaven above. 

Copyright © angelia dawson

Details | Free verse | |

Loss Of a Life Time

You walked me through my life from each step that I took from each fall that I 
didnt land and each word that i spoke. 
We were closer than ever and went out for some clean fun but little did we know 
tradegy had just begun. 
A driver as drunk as heaven forbidd slammed into our car and we started to spin. 
We landed in an intersession and i started to pray the car wouldnt budge and my 
spirt gentally started drifting away. 
My brother was uncouncious and the cars were coming fast 
and i was scared to we would not last. 
But sadly now in the hospital wing my brothers nearly dead, 
I am fine but I cant let him go so i went to let him know.
I nelt beside him and stared to cry, pleaing to him you cannot die, 
kissing his hand witch was now drentched in my tears, 
I quickly got because there was a tradgic sound going into my ears. 
I stared to scream, yell, and shout 
til the doctors excorted me out. 
I dont how i can go on in life without him right by my side. 
You see its the stupid people in life that cause so much pain for everyone else, 
so please for me and this inecent poeple world be a smart person and 
dont drink and drive because you could save a life. 
Hundreds of people die each day from drunk driving and dont have a say so just 
remember what i said, 
because you wouldnt want to be the one dead. I love my brother so much but i 
honestally believe that he is in heaven watching over me.

Copyright © alexa white