Best Deathbrother Poems
I keep in mind all the time that we spent together every since we were children. You were
my oldest brother who I loved dearly. I looked up to you even though I never showed it. I
loved you even though I never could tell you. I wish I could have told you at least once
that I loved you so you would know how much I cared. I have so many memories of all the
conversations and time we spend and wishing that I could go back to the day when I could
just see your smile and even see your face. I dream all the time for you and hoping that
this senseless murder was not true. How can someone one who you helped in their time of
need just take you from me? I cry day and night asking God why. Why did he have someone
you showed so much compassion for take your life? He took you from me, your brother, mama,
dad, niece and most of all your daughter. It’s going on two years since I heard your
voice. I can remember the funeral and how I was so sick seeing my brother laying there so
peaceful in his casket. All I can do is look at you in your casket in disbelief asking God
why? Why? Why? Why did you have to go away from me? I see you come into my dreams to let
me know you were okay, but still wondering why he would take your life. Did he not see all
you have done for him? I can sometime smell your scent and even see your body on your bed
when I walk pass your room. I have to take a double take to see if you were there playing
a joke on me but I then realize you are gone; gone forever. I know I will see you in
heaven soon, but that is not stopping my pain now. I will never get over you and I am
letting you know I have always loved you, but there will always be a question in my head
of Why?
This poem was wrote for my little brother that died when I was young.
The brother I never knew died when I was little.
When he was gone he left me in the middle.
The brother I never knew my mom named him Roy.
They say when he was born he was a beautiful baby boy.
The brother I never knew we could've had so much fun.
If he only lived there were so many things we could've done.
The brother I never knew I would've taught him so many things.
He left this world along time ago and I know he now has wings.
The brother I never knew I wish he was still here.
The memories I have of him I will always keep them near.
Teresa Skyles
A FLAG AND A *** BUT DON’T ASK DON’T TELL
curls of twisted smoke
The wisp of a whisper in a woman’s breath
Chest rising, falling and once gain rising
But none of this is a surprise come to rise
She was Phoenix risen from cigarette, cigar and weed ashes……..
You pondered,
I wondered if,
at the end the end was always the answer to how we should end
A woman who wove wonder with her will
And the sight of her flaxen and silken flesh
The wisp of a whisper in her sigh of neon flashes
And I ain’t got no defense when she flickers her eye-lashes
Or dashes to my side to say
“Hi honey, how was your day?
But she was a fraud
And a liar who could not be ignored
While both grew ever bored
How was my god-damned day you ask?
He responds loudly and curtly that his day was akin to decalcifying human waste
His yesterday brought nothing new
Tomorrow too
Except that his brother Billy became a radical for the Jihad
He left for Iraq because he wove his ragged flag heaven high
As brother fought brother in the name of two Gods
Actually he calculated the odds,
Did a little adding and subtracting for to arise at the sum of phi
So why he secreted himself into the smoke
and the whispered wisp of her sigh which is no longer his
Not his and that’s why he chose to die
And there are tens of thousand soldiers willing to die because they don’t know why,
but Hitler ordered them to do it
And what are we going to do with that new gay lieutenant?
Don’t ask, don’t tell
And even the Chief Of Command must confess
We’re leaving behind one un-earthly mess
© 2011.….phreepoetree