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Details | Dramatic Verse | |

Family Grief Family Happiness

  
   Have you ever written anything without sub combing to tears ?
        
    My Family portrait in my mind , 2 older sisters , 2 brothers
        My Mother caring about all five in different ways
      Just with Mom & Dad there having the best of Holidays 
     My sisters laying out on the deck of river bank for 4th of July ~
          
      Listening to " Honkey Chateau " and all by Elton John. 
       music  a great memory ~Disco , Donna summer , Grease ~ Jaws !

     Dad's records to Tony Bennett , Hank W Sr. , Count Basie & Louis Armstrong.
          The music  takes me home in a wagon filled with children and a dog "Lucky "    
      My Older brother , athletic , always fishing & hunting.
                 My younger , my Rock , Swimming and netting for fish,
        feeding our Fat cat Perch off the rocks patiently awaits her food               
         
       the yelling , slamming of doors ,  tempers Flare , passion 
         Our Parents , passionate love yet passionate Hate .
        
        After being a Family of Seven , Divorcing their fate ..
         Why did that show " Dallas " bring out the Divorce in all ?

       Scottish ~ Irish ~ French Iroquois ~ Cherokee  
                 No matter what the mix ..Our curse Alcohol ~
          the  Screaming , Drinking , this memory I wish to shut the door on .  
        Going to A & W or making Cheerleading ,The Bears of course~
             Excited in Chicago !  seeing Elton John in the Summer of 1976 ~
        Cubs ,  museum of Wax , Museum of science & History , Pizza !
        
       Expeditions of discovery ,little brother & I finding arrowheads on the Shore.
             Our Grandparents Faithful Celebrations ! Chiffon cake , Apple strudel `  
        Our Cousins on Holidays , going for ice cream cones , 
          scent of wet rain on oak leaves ~Before Halloween was bought in stores.
        
           ~ That is the Family I Love ,
                     that is the Family I choose to miss ~    
                       
              

Copyright © Shanity Rain | Year Posted 2013

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10 Things to Eat Instead of Red Meat

Is your go-to lunch roast beef sandwich?
Tomorrow you might want turkey instead
Here is why
In gen. red meat- such as roast beef

Not as healthy as other kinds of protein
Tends to have more cholesterol
Often has more saturated fat
Both things are bad for your heart

Eating too much red meat
May linked to colon cancer
This does not mean
You should never eat beef or other red meats

Just go easy on them
Tasty Swaps
With
Tacos

Try
Fish or chicken
With hamburgers
Try Veggie burgers

With Stir-fry
Try Fried tofu
With lasagna
Try Eggplant slices

With salad
Try tuna or broiled egg
With Breakfast
Try turkey or soy links

With Casserole
Try lentils and rice
With Chili
Try beans (canned or dried)

With Dinner entrée
Try Roast turkey (baked or broiled)
With sandwiches and wraps
Try grilled chicken or hummus

4142013

Copyright © Jacqueline R. Mendoza | Year Posted 2013

Details | Light Poetry | |

ONCE AGAIN THANK YOU

I was just trying to remember the past
 trying to remember the good people
 and the bad people,
 that i came across on my way,

i want you to know
that you are among the good people
 that left a good trace in my life,

once again i just want to say thank you
for passing through my life,
is so short but is wonderful
i want you here forever.

Copyright © VICTOR BUN | Year Posted 2012

Details | Rhyme | |

A Single Leaf Out of A Tree

A single leaf, 
Falls out of a tree above me.
 
As it twist and turn, 
The wind blows it in my direction.

But why?

It symbolizes all my struggle and all my pain.
 
It tells me that they twist and turn, 
But never remain.

It takes a sudden fall next to me. 

But why? 

It symbolizes the thought of being alone.

It tells me that someone is always by my side. 

As I write, 
The leaf flies away.

As if it had a huge success in it's encouragement.

Nature communicates with us in many ways.

Not with words, 
But with a single leaf out of a tree.

Copyright © Anthony Scandrick II | Year Posted 2012

Details | Free verse | |

Unicorn

Mythical animal
A single horn
From the center of its forehead
Beauty in its essence

Copyright © Smail Poems | Year Posted 2013

Details | Couplet | |

Unknown

Who am I?
Am I defined by what is near in sight?
Am I defined by what I have done,
Or am I defined by what I could become?

Perhaps I'm of no use.
To him, or her, or I, nor you.
Or perhaps I'm too misunderstood to be defined,
And it is something like understanding that comes in time.

And if to the world I'm never shown,
Yet in my own light I've grown and grown,
And so I can know no happiness but my own--
The reason for my smile, to you, will forever be unknown.

I do not pray for the world to know my name.
For it and verse; the letters are the same.
And if a man should find his sorrow in what he reads,
I pray his pain my words to keep. 

Should his eyes rain on my page,
Better tears than storms of rage.
And if a man should find his sorrow in what he reads.
I pray his pain my words to keep.

And if to the world you're never shown,
Yet in your own light you've grown and grown,
And so you know no happiness but your own.
Let the reason for your smile, to you, only be known.

Copyright © Kristopher Higgs | Year Posted 2013

Details | Light Poetry | |

Space-Love

Let's escape to space
& Leave the human race 

Space-love a new awesomeness
Forget the life & the gloominess

Kiss me, because I care
Even thought the life is unfair

I want to be a space-lover
Love you now, tomorrow & forever

Lest Live in a house made of stars
& drive spaceship instead of cars 

We feel the space-love in moon
I'll be yours, you'll be mine so soon

Galaxy, universe, stars & limitless
Screw the world, we found happiness.

Copyright © zineb laddioui | Year Posted 2013

Details | Light Poetry | |

MOM AND DAD ON CHRISTMAS EVA NIGHT

they stay up
to fill the cups
sit by the christmas tree
listen and sing jinglee
its there face  light
that so bright
MOM AND DAD
ON CHRISTMAS EVA NIGHT

Copyright © kurtis scott aka curtis futch jr | Year Posted 2013

Details | Lyric | |

A Gray Christmas

The little boy sits by the christmas tree 
Full of light and color
Trying to figure out what all the colors are
He puts his little hands on the ornaments
Trying to see what they are
Feeling them
He steps back and falls over a present
He feels around the box trying to open it
Only seeing alittle 

Mean while on the phone..

his mom is talking to the doctor

"do you think he will be able to see by christmas?" she says
The doctor replies "theres no guarentees, he is 67 % blind, when we did the test with him, he described the color blue as a dark black, and a yellow as a light gray, your son only sees in black and white and im not sure if we can fix that. but we will do our best"

A breathe escapes from her lips as she turns and looks at her son
The doctor explains "his surgery is set for Dec. 7th. be here around 8 am and we will see what we can do, im trully sorry"
He hangs up.

Back in the living room

The boy stands up and walks over to his mom
"mom, have you seen the christmas lights?" he says

She replies "yes sweety i have."

He hugs her leg and says "are they black and white?"

She answers "no sweety" she points to a light bulb on the tree

"this one is blue" she smiles

He grabs the light bulb and repeats "this one is blue" and giggles

She lays him down in his bed as he quickly falls asleep

She sits down on the chair and thinks
"to me. because my son cannot see the beautiful lights and feel the joys of christmas, everything is gray for me. nothing will fill my empty heart"


There are no smiles, when everything is gray, when you cant see the colors of a bright day



Copyright © Orlin Collier | Year Posted 2012

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FAMILY

Childhood should ideally be packed full
Of giggles and hugs and good times at school.
But not all childhoods are walks in the park.
Some's starting years are tragic and dark.

Sometimes the parents are just not able
To make everything so loving or stable.
And the ones we lean on are shockingly small
They live in our homes and cushion the fall.

Because not all monsters are under the bed
And not all fear is just in your head.
Friends understand a that or a this
But nothing replaces a bro or a sis!

Holidays are beautiful when shared with others
Especially a slew of sisters or brothers.
To all of the siblings, but especially mine
You are what polishes my Christmas-time shine!

Copyright © Cindi Rockwell | Year Posted 2015

Details | Light Poetry | |

Space-Love

Let's escape to space
& Leave the human race 

Space-love a new awesomeness
Forget the life & the gloominess

Kiss me, because I care
Even thought the life is unfair

I want to be a space-lover
Love you now, tomorrow & forever

Lest Live in a house made of stars
& drive spaceship instead of cars 

We feel the space-love in moon
I'll be yours, you'll be mine so soon

Galaxy, universe, stars & limitless
Screw the world, we found happiness.

Copyright © zineb laddioui | Year Posted 2013

Details | Narrative | |

Stormy Christmas Eve

A Stormy Christmas Eve It had been snowing all day and the skies were looking glum. My mama started crying when the mailman didn’t come. Tomorrow would be Christmas Day; Dad said, “I’ll ride to town.” He put his warm raccoon coat on and pulled his big hat down. Then my mama began to fret. I saw her fingers drumming. “Do you think that you really should? I fear a storm is coming”. My daddy said, “I’ll be okay if I am riding Dan. You know that horse will find the way. He’s smarter than a man.” Then Mama gave him a big kiss and said, “Now do take care.” She waved him off into the storm and wiped away her tear. My mama plucked the turkey and kept looking at the clock while little brother prattled on about his Christmas sock. The storm was growing stronger and the light turned into dark, while I was just a wishing I would hear old Ringo bark. Mama lit the kerosene lamp and started slicing bread. “I should have told him Christmas could be late.” I think she said. About then I heard Ringo bark and saw my mama smile. I knew I’d hear my daddy at the back door in a while. That horse of Daddy’s brought him safely home through blowing storm. He said that he was glad to be back home where it was warm. Then he said he’d met a stranger while on his homeward way. He recognized old Santa Claus with reindeer and red sleigh. Santa said he would be happy to lighten up his pack and be obliged if Daddy would relieve him of plump sack. So little brother went to bed to wake to a surprise from Santa Claus whom our Daddy had seen with his own eyes. By Joyce Johnson (inspired by “Seein’ Santa” picture)

Copyright © Joyce Johnson | Year Posted 2011

Details | Quatrain | |

Christmas And Me

A smile from a friend cheered my spirit, 
And then we chatted about the season; 
Then another smile caught me with it, 
He must’ve smiled for a good reason. 

He gave an invitation into his office, 
And although he was much older, 
We had similar hobbies and a vice, 
Snooker, and I had a roaring whir.  

He was the only atheist at the school, 
Apart from one another, far away, 
So I appreciated his view of yule, 
And at Christmas passed by his way. 

And at Uni I asked the friends I liked, 
Into my room for a chat and a coffee, 
When we’d reminisce past Xmas’s liked, 
And disclose our presents for the tree. 

James used to read the xmas story, 
To me from the bible, chronologically, 
I mean, first Matthew, then Luke’s glory, 
Then Matthew again, then Luke to see. 

‘Cos mum would make us read the bible,  
Together at Christmas time, irksomely, 
So we used our minds to suss the fable, 
And read it sanely and intelligently. 

James never let on about my question, 
Of the consistency of the four gospels, 
Since I was too young for that objection, 
Which analysis and thought dispels.

So I’m not confused at the nativity, 
Or numbed by the repeated interlude, 
Given each year with naive brevity,
About a working man’s tale, crude. 

So I love my friends at Christmas time, 
Have discourse and exchange opinions, 
About what’s happening and what crime, 
Is topical, we have communications.  

Copyright © Rhoda Monihan | Year Posted 2015

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I Personally Know A Monster

*Please note: This poem was written for MY brother this Christmas. He is twelve w/braces.
He annoys me twenty-four seven!
And sometimes I can’t even sleep!
Especially when he snores and claims
in the morning that he didn’t make a peep!

He is filthy, disgusting, and appalling!
Picking food out of his mouth after  meals!
Often I think he is crazy!
I mean c’mon... he doesn’t even walk on his heels!

But no matter how strange he is,
Nasty and smelling like scat,
I've got to put up with his vexation
because he’s my brother and I kinda have to love him for that.

Copyright © Jacob Cra | Year Posted 2012

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Happy Holidays Or Merry Christmas

What if Christmas wasn't here? What if Christmas disappeared? Whenever December came... It just wouldn’t be the same! What if the baby Jesus was never born in a manger? The true meaning of Christmas would be in danger! If this happened... There would be no nativity. We wouldn’t have Christ' peace and tranquility! It’s almost like this now! It’s an “ever increasing business.” It seems like nearly everyone wants “Christ out of Christmas!” Why does it seem like Christmas is losing it’s true meaning? The very words; “Merry Christmas,” seem to be quickly disappearing! Many say; “Happy Holiday.” For fear they may “offend.” Having a “holiday” without Christ…. Once again! We need to put Jesus Christ back into our CHRISTmas season! He is what Christmas is about! HE is the very reason! May we all take some time to rejoice in our savior’s birth. May there be shouts of JOY! From the corners of the earth! Let’s not take Christ out of our joyous celebration! We need him so much right now! All over this great nation! May we bring to him a heart of love for everything he’s done. As we bring honor to Christ. God’s precious son! May we continually offer to him a heart filled with praise! Not only at Christmas time… But all of our days! By Jim Pemberton

Copyright © Jim Pemberton | Year Posted 2011

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A Christmas I Won't Forget

I will never forget our Christmas tradition
At my parents home when I was young.
First, we got out of bed before mom and dad
In our stocking we'd look, to see what we had.

We would start getting impatient
Wanted to get our parents out of bed
Finally, we gathered in the living room
Names on gifts were then read

So anxious to see, we opened them up
My brother Dave bought a huge candy bar
For the four of us kids, there we stood
Knew it was the best by far.

Dad then would read from the Bible
About Jesus in the manger that night
People gathered together with gifts
It was a beautiful sight

He then bowed his head to pray
Before Christmas carols were sung
I look over to see my brother or sister
Smile then stick out their tongue.





Copyright © Country Girl48 | Year Posted 2015

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What If Christmas Disappeared


What if Christmas never happened? What if Christmas never came? Things around here would be different! It wouldn’t be the same! What if the baby Jesus was never born in a manger? Mankind would be in serious trouble. We’d all be in danger! If the baby Jesus wasn’t born. There would be no nativity. We wouldn’t be able to display this during our “festivity.” It’s almost like this now! It’s an “ever increasing business.” It seems like nearly everyone wants “Christ out of Christmas!” Why does it seem like Christmas is losing it’s true meaning? The very words; “Merry Christmas,” seem to be quickly disappearing! Many say; “Happy Holiday.” They worry they may “offend.” Having a “holiday” without Christ…. Once again! We need to put Jesus Christ back into our CHRISTmas season! He is what Christmas is about! HE is the very reason! May we all take some time to rejoice in our savior’s birth. May there be shouts of JOY! From the corners of the earth! Let’s not take Christ out of our joyous celebration! We need him so much right now! All over this great nation! May we bring to him a heart of love for everything he’s done. As we bring honor to Christ. God’s precious son! May we continually offer to him a heart filled with praise! Not only at Christmas time… But all of our days! By Jim Pemberton

Copyright © Jim Pemberton | Year Posted 2011

Details | I do not know? | |

For Jeramiah Jay Cook

Late at night, my eyes are burning
as I try not to cry.
I hold my breath and wonder
why you had to die.

I try so hard to fight the tears
as I lay around and dream.
Memories of younger years...
I choke instead of scream.

You battled many problems
and overcame many things...
and you were only a child, 
No, an angel without wings.

You never had the most attention, 
but you never seemed to complain.
But suddenly everyone’s in tears, 
just whispering your name.

You won't get to live the life
you very much deserved.
No job, no kids, just shattered dreams
because you've left this earth.

You were only sixteen.
Its not right that you're gone. 
Your heart quit beating, 
but didn't quit loving.
Your spirit will live on.

My heavy heart is filled with regret.
I didn't say I love you, or goodbye.
And with memories I'll never forget, 
you taught me how to fly.

Sometimes I wish I could turn back time, 
if only for a day.
After all, God answers prayers, 
but this one is thrown away.

My vision is blurred with tears, 
I miss you so bad. 
But I close my eyes and see you clear
and don't feel quite as sad.

Pretty soon I'll be grown up
but you'll still be sixteen.
but like you said, 
God has a plan, 
and in the end I'll see.




*Note*
Jeramiah Jay Cook, my cousin, "buba" and friend passed away Christmas of 2004 at a party. 
Rumors fly about what it really was. Alcohol, pills.. it had only been 2 months since his own 
mothers death (mine had died in 96') and so he got his Christmas wish.. to spend it with his 
Mom. He has been having a really hard time with with substance abuse, but it was far from 
what I expected when my Aunt called Christmas morning.. Someone I had always looked up 
to, and grown up with.

Copyright © Ashley Beaudre | Year Posted 2009

Details | Couplet | |

Brotherly Christmas Love

Silver streamers and many a purple light
glowing against a splendid tree of white.

The hallway's decked in lavender and blue
conveying warmth to all within it's view.

Will be a special holiday this year-
my long-lost brother will visit me here.

The years have rolled by-sadly we lost touch
but I never stopped loving him so much.

He's promised to come so I'm making things jolly-
I even found some lovely purple holly!

Everywhere he'll see my unique style
and feel the warmth as we sit for awhile.

We'll speak of things that neither of us knew
of life and love and trials we've been through.

This Christmas all the years will disappear
and I will be so blessed to have him near!





By Deb Wilson
for contest"Holiday Hearth"
sponsored by Linda-Marie Sweetheart of PS

Copyright © Deb Wilson | Year Posted 2011

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What If Christmas Nveer Happened

What If…   Christmas Never Happened???

What if Christmas never happened?  
What if Christmas never came?
Things around here would be different! 
It wouldn’t be the same!

What if the baby Jesus was never born in a manger?
Mankind would be in serious trouble. We’d all be in danger!

If the baby Jesus wasn’t born.  There would be no nativity.
We wouldn’t be able to display this during our “festivity.”

It’s almost like this now! 
 It’s an “ever increasing business.”
It seems like nearly everyone wants
  “Christ out of Christmas!”

Why does it seem like Christmas is 
 losing it’s true meaning?
The very words; “Merry Christmas,” 
seem to be quickly disappearing!

Many say; “Happy Holiday.”  
They worry they may “offend.”
Having a “holiday” without Christ….  
Once again!

We need to put Jesus Christ back into 
our CHRISTmas season!
He is what Christmas is about!  HE is the very reason!

May we all take some time to rejoice in our savior’s birth.
May there be shouts of JOY!  From the corners of the earth!

Let’s not take Christ out of our joyous celebration!
We need him so much right now! 
 All over this great nation!

May we bring to him a heart of love
 for everything he’s done.
As we bring honor to Christ.  God’s precious son!

May we continually offer to him a heart filled with praise!
Not only at Christmas time…  But all of our days!

By Jim Pemberton

Copyright © Jim Pemberton | Year Posted 2011

Details | Narrative | |

Once Upon a Christmas 1954 Part 1

.              Each year as Christmas rolls around, as I buckle under the pressure and stress of 
shopping for gifts for people that already  have everything, I find myself remembering that 
Christmas of 1954.

	Dad had joined the army that year and we  moved from the East Coast of Canada 
to Ontario, leaving behind our extended family and the only home I had ever know in a small 
fishing village along the Bay of Fundy.

	Now we stood gazing in horror at the rows of ugly buildings sitting on barren land 
in the middle of nowhere.  This was the housing provided by the army and was a major part 
of the wage agreement.

	My mother was inconsolable until dad rented us a small apartment over a Chinese 
restaurant in downtown Barrie.  There was no remuneration by the army for forfeiting the 
housing, so it left dad with a very small pay-check

	Pay day was once a month and we usually ran out of money in the last week, so, 
off we would go to the pawn shop with dad’s prized possession; his short-wave radio, won for 
superior marksmanship.

	Being kids, we finally adjusted to our new world as we watched the Santa Claus 
Parade march below our living room window amid the honking horns, blaring bands and 
throngs of people lined along the streets as far as the eye could see as we laughed with glee.

		                              ~~~
	
	We had seen them on our way to school in the window of the bicycle shop; 
gleaming with chrome spokes and handlebars and hand grips adorned with multi-colored 
streamers.  There I would stand until my feet grew numb from the cold, daydreaming of 
riding back to the East Coast.  I could actually see the sun glistening on the waves as I raced 
along the ocean on the way to grandma’s house.  More than once I had to stay after school 
for being late. 

	My brother thought maybe if we were really good, Santa would bring those 
bicycles to us.  I being the older and therefore the wiser, knew the state of the real Santa’s 
affairs and promptly convinced my brother I had heard from a reliable source Santa had a 
shortage of bicycles this year and we would just have to earn the money and buy them 
ourselves.


                                                    Continued in part 2....

Copyright © Elaine George | Year Posted 2008

Details | Blank verse | |

A Christmas Memory

Together we built a like-sized snowman, 
Me and James, on the patoh so challenging; 
My real disability was my legs, so difficult, 
Whilst everybody told me it was my hands. 


21/11/2015
For the contest A Christmas Memory, sponsor Broken Wings

Copyright © Rhoda Monihan | Year Posted 2015

Details | Epitaph | |

Our Departed veteran's

I feel my life , wasting away'
Living in a strange place , day by day 
Who is to blame? I ask myself ,
If I get killed, or put on a shelf .
Who will take care? of the ones I love ,
While I look down , from up above ,
Lord, keep them safe, while I'm away ,
They are the victims, who are being played .
Life can be cruel ,life can be mean ,
When ' Soldier's die, in a War, unforeseen
Who will protect us,when they are gone,
This isn't a dream, the day isn't done . 
We live in a fox hole, " over in Vietnam'
Or in " Korea"by the DMZ,
War is the same, in any language  u c.
Destroying families, even " Overseas .
Make us or break us ,we are men
Even "The Wac's, will do it again ,
We're not afraid, to kill or be killed ,
While in the big house,they live on cheap thrills .
Our lives are " predetermined" that's what they say ,
Cause we as soldier's , will die every day
Remember our sacrifices, and all that's been done ,
We'll die for our country, till the war is won .
Love is greater than any conflict,
Being fought " Overseas" or in our country
Let's not forget our "Soldier's"who've died all alone,
"For their last thought before dying,
Was to be buried" back home .

Copyright © Roberto Santana | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme | |

Christmas Eve

All was calm on Christmas Eve night,
the tree lights flickered off and on
while the angel on top shined so bright
reflecting on the snow capped lawn.

Two cookies with hot chocolate,
set aside for Santa to eat,
praying he would not be too late
to partake in his yearly treat.

The cat lay curled under the tree,
coals in the fireplace dying.
Nestled warmly is sleeping three;
with anxious little hearts sighing.

Big brother wanted new stuff,
little brother did not care.
Sister wanted just enough
ribbon for her hair.

Mother wanted food on the table,
a turkey with stuffing and greens.
Dad wanted his work to be stable,
sharing something other than beans.

This year they did not ask for much,
times were getting very hard.
Grateful to have a purse to clutch
and house with a big backyard.

Copyright © 2008 By Caryl S. Muzzey

Copyright © Caryl Muzzey | Year Posted 2009