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Metaphor Brother Poems | Metaphor Poems About Brother

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Details | Free verse |

My Micke boys

                To be called ..
            ~   Grandma is a Honor ~

        I have been blessed with 4  Grandchildren

       ~ one lays in Heaven " Kaleb "  He is God's Angel ~
   ~ His twin brother he will always watch over , and be in his soul~

     For he loved his Brother so much in the womb ,
       he chose Heaven which gave life to his twin
      ~ I feel his spirit when I see the other Grandson ~
              Time passed another gift to see
               we are " Mickes" and Loved 
            Our Dad held the title in Baseball 
                   ~  that's how we roll ~
           those children are Grandmas hero's 

       The Irish they love big and Family is everything 
        The brothers will protect the beautiful sister 
              ~ as many lads will be calling ~

        Every time my Grandson hits a home run
     There will be a Angel watching proudly in the stand 

       It will be as if the Angel lifted him when he runs 
           ~no one runs faster then my Grandson~
     either baseball or Art  ~ you shall find your gift given

                These children have been blessed~
                 ~  a beauty to hard to describe 
        If you think not ~~  Take a look at the Mom  
                     That girl can stop Traffic   
                    after raising three and still~ 

          "Inspired by the gift and loss of Grandchildren "

     May our precious " Kaleb " softly rest where Angels only Dwell

Copyright © Shanity Rain | Year Posted 2013

Details | Dramatic monologue |

My Dearest Brother And I

My Dearest Brother And I

I want the wall of divide to fall apart and
Forget we're cousins, born of different parents
We are the children God made for love
Now the parents of children teaching only love above all.

Lets once again remember our childhood pleasures
When I holding the hand of my baby brother
Walked over the red gulmohar carpets
Running and playing in our grandpa's garden.

Lets remember the fun with your friends
Holding small bats but too heavy for the hand 
Hitting with all your might and happily
Frightening our basking cocks and hens.

Lets, once again, forget we are grown-ups, and 
Sprinkle the plants with our overflowing love-cans
And share secret smiles at the nest filled eggs
We discovered in our shrubs.

Lets hide and watch the woodpecker
Hammering his long beak into the the huge trunks
Of the goliath gul-mohar, frilled with white and blue orchids
Dancing in the breeze upon its hardly delicate waistline.

Lets reminiscence our childhood love
When I bathed you, brushed your hair, buttoned your collars
To march you to school, sharing home-work with my overtired brother,
Reading you out fairy-tales before tucking you to bed.

Lets cherish, for the joy of love, when you and I were sharing our togetherness
Caring for each other, with pleasures undefined
Childhood is a dream, youth we have surpassed,
Our present bond I hold fervently, my dearest brother, above all temporal frays.

nivember 29, 2015
Contest: Open Poetry Contest
Sponsor : Charlotte Jade Pudifoot

Copyright © Balveen Cheema | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |

Love your enemies

Love your enemies
With my eyes closed I could still see clearly even when they tried to hide the truth from me
I did not need my eyes to see the lies they were telling me 
I did not eat the food they cooked but I could taste the bitterness from looking in their eyes, 
They looked like they were bleeding internally I had no bandages to stop the bleeding 
They spoke to me, tiptoeing around my heart with words that demonstrated the arrogance in their minds 
He lays a table before me in the midst of my enemies’ 4some reason I felt like that dude 	David when he wrote those psalms  
In their eyes I was a fool and blind to their candy coated approach 
Before the devil’s hands lies Gold and earthly Riches, shaking their hands required profound meditation 
They spoke in tongues but were oblivious to my multilingualism  
They spoke in parables unaware that my mind instinctively decodes and deciphers 
I do not know if it was a curse or a blessing but my mind somehow breaks everything down to its core 
They had a lot to say but were unaware that I could hear everything that they were not saying 
When I spoke their feelings were throbbing and their minds in pain for the truth is like a sharp knife coach 
Cutting through skin with ease like light passing through a thin glass
Like Thor’s hammer my words broke their shields I was not at war but they yielded hanging white flags on their heads 
They begged for compassion and forgiveness the guilt they felt was their hell of burning sulphuric flames 
These flames do not burn the skin but burns the inner being the spirit 
They could not tell any lies or hide the truth 
I came to them in a form a white dove emitting light and said “peace be upon you for inner peace extinguishes any flame”

Copyright © Thami mathibe | Year Posted 2015

Details | ABC |


Brother, brother, pray, help me out;
Climb the ladder to the top,
And bring down the pawpaw fruit.

Brother, brother, you got it now.
Climb the ladder down, let us share
And taste the joy of brotherhood.

Brother, brother, bring forth the fruit
You were to pluck with your hand of power,
And send some down to the lower man.

Brother, brother, treat me not so.
Recollect the kindly deed i did,
And let me taste of the fruit.

Brother, brother, cling to the top,
But I envy you no more,
As while you’re there, i see your shame!

Copyright © Karl Nkecha Safindah | Year Posted 2013

Details | Lyric |

Mr White man you are my Brother

Mr. White Man you are my brother
I am a Black man from Africa
Give me your friendly hands
And I will feel at home in this world

Mr. White Woman you are my sister
I am a Black Woman from Africa
Give me your that family closeness
And I will feel so loved and happy

Mr. White Man I am your brother
I am a Black Man from Congo
Give me your compassionate heart
And all the conflicts will end here

Mr. White Man you are my brother
I am an Arab from the Middle East
Give me your brotherly affection
And refugee problems will be history

Mr. White Man I am your brother
I am an Aborigine from Australia
Give me brotherly regards so sweet 
And all of us shall be color-blind

White Man, Black Man, Coloreds
In this temporal existence on earth
Humanity is above everything else
Let us sit down and laugh together

We sing trade union hymn of solidarity
For one life, one humanity, one earth

Copyright © Solomon Ochwo-Oburu | Year Posted 2017