Best Little Brother Poems
I know we've grown apart
And lots of things have changed
But I want you to know
There is one thing that remains
I loved you from the moment
They brought me down the hall
You where just a minute old
So innocent and small
You had no idea
That you already had a friend
In the form of a big sister
That would love you to the end
We did everything together
In our fenced in backyard
Tried to dig to China
but we didn't get that far
Explored the sky around us
And learned about the stars
We've had lots of fights
And many battle scars
Mischief was abundant
And the groundings handed down
But remember little brother
I will always be around
If your ever feeling empty
Like your world,
falling apart
I will do my best
to hold it all together
Just for you
With all my heart
I used to smile
every time you came back home
I never knew
that to you
I was just being clueless
I thought I was your little brother
but I had to wonder
when I heard
the truth by uncle
that you are an imposter
there was no other
you had to go and pretend
how long have you known ?
No ! I won’t be fooled again
you should have told me yourself
but no it is the end
your little brother don’t exist
now stay I insist
you can say that I am cold
yet it was from me a life you stole
sorry mama I love you
but this betrayer has got to go
never mind that I’ll hit the road …
Big Sister,
Little Brother
Big sister
Little brother
At play
First day
Of school
She takes
His hand
Shows him
The way
From home
Big sister
Little brother
Grows up
Passes away
He takes
Her hand
Shows her
The way
To home
Dedicated to
James C Kroll
May 3, 1946 - Jan 28, 2016
Three years younger, little brother of mine,
only the two of us...that was just fine.
While just an infant, was a dolly for me.
We, with our parents, made our family.
Years went by fast, and soon he became
a playmate for me to make life a game.
We lived in the country, no kids around;
just had each other with yard our playground.
We played hide and seek and games of all sorts;
some we made up, and others were sports.
Through make-believe...no computers, TV...
we'd find ways to play and keep company.
We leaned on each other through work and play;
little brother back then...grown man today.
Now a 'big brother' who watches for me;
our bond will stay close, that's our guarantee.
Sandra M. Haight
~1st Place~
Contest: When Older Siblings or Younger Step In
Sponsor: Eve Roper
Judged: 01/15/2016
MY little brother said,
"You'll cry if I ever Die."
And some years later
He died beneath an oak
with thirty-three
stab wounds
And He was so
Goddamn right!
I not only cry
but die each night.
:: ~~ ::
I dropped my stupid little brother
Down an open storm drain near our home
And now he’s gone forever, always
And my life is finally my own!
You say you saw me after crying
By that open storm drain near our home?
But those were tears of pure happiness
As I skipped off blissfully alone.
Heartless you are probably thinking
But you sure as heck don’t know my pain
And the God-sent opportunity
When he followed me off in that rain!
See, I am ten and he is just six
I’m grown and he’s a little baby
If he were more grown, mature like me
Then this might not have happened, maybe.
But every time I went out to play
Of course, he just HAD to tag along
That day I had been to a party
His baby-ish ways were so WRONG!
So when he trailed me home afterwards
Yelling, “Fatty Patty, wait for me”
I saw that the storm drain was opened
And wandered over for a look-see
He couldn’t resist and ran my way
“What is it, Fat Patty?” He wondered.
And seeing his stupid ignorance
My whole inner anger just thundered!
So now I’m in my bed at my home
Waiting for the good news that he’s gone
Practicing my weepy-eyed sad face
So grown-ups can cry and o’er me fawn.
But they’re not coming, that’s so strange
So I peek out into the kitchen
And what I see makes my anger boil
And my left eye, it starts to twitchin’!
There he sits, mummied up in towels
Surrounded by mom, dad, and grown friends
Feeding him cake and cookies and cream
With fawning that likely has no ends!
“If you cannot beat’em, then join’em”
As my mommy just constantly said
So I spend just a sec adjusting
To a now different plan in my head.
I ran from my room hysterical
“Brother, you’re okay” I fairly sobbed
“When I turned around and you were gone
“Well, my lonely sister heart just throbbed.”
“Oh you poor dear,” mom cooed with a hug.
“Here, you need some cake, and hot cocoa?”
“Yes, please.” I REALLY needed it.
I hugged my bro like I was loco!
I dropped my stupid little brother
Down an open storm drain near our home
He is blackmailing me forever
Now my life will never be my own.
February 25, 2019
Little brother, do stand up high
And reach for my hand
Whilst I wipe your tears
And guide you past my stumbling toys
Like a drunken sailor with a blubbering cold
You latch on tight, like an Octopus bite
And catch my eye with that naive smile
To push-on by and walk with pride
No need for hands
Just a mischievous smirk
As you wave bye-bye
With my favourite toy!
Look what I got from my mother
This little guy is my brother
And I'm hoping that he
Will grow up to like me
And we'll always be there for each other
Writer: mdailey
Date: 5/4/11
Contest: Brotherly Love - 1st place finish in the contest
From the moment that I held you in my arms,
I knew this to be true;
I was put here on this Earth-
So I could protect and watch over you.
Who would shield you from monsters?
Who would hold you tight?
Who would wipe away your tears?-
And remember to leave on the hallway light?
I wonder who would sing to you;
As you fell asleep?
Who would honor all of the-
Promises that I vowed to keep?
Would you feel lonely?
Would I be missed?
Would you beg for another sibling?
What if I didn’t exist?
Sometimes when I ‘push’ you-
It’s so I know that you’ll be okay.
I worry about you every moment;
I think of you every day.
I know that we fight often;
We don’t always see things through.
I know sometimes I blame you,
For things you didn't do.
I yell at you out of annoyance;
And sometimes out of fear.
You know that if you need me-
I will always be right here.
You are my brother,
I sometimes tend to boast.
You’re the person in my family;
I always love the most.
I would do anything to make you smile,
To take away the pain-
Even though you break my stuff,
And make me go insane.
I sometimes lose my patience,
And other times my drive.
I’m glad that you are here to hug me,
And make me feel alive.
I don’t often tell you-
But I’m really proud.
Even though you make obnoxious sounds-
And you can be VERY loud!
Your youth is a gift,
Your innocence is a joy,
I’m so glad that you are my baby brother;
You’re an amazing little boy.
Pallbearers filled the bus
Off to funerals in an angry rush
It’s the wicked; they say who have no peace
That’s why the Pallbearers get their release
They chose to capture all these kind
Stifling fear often & following blind
Praising their maker for the coffee they get
For it keeps them alive and physically fit
Gravestones etched and set aside
For those of them who fought and died
I suggest we find away
To corral the ones who have been led astray
Our focal point has been defaced
By all the ones who claimed disgrace
Let’s satisfy their wants and greed
By doling out just what they need
When tyrannical freedom tries earning its place
It’s the Pallbearers who will be leading the chase
So, lock them again in their pristine sleeping cells
Then pray they don’t remember their path out of hell
my little brother :)
Sticky fingers and a chocolate face
Broken toys and a broken vase
Cars and trucks here and there
Boats and crayons everywhere
Bats and balls strewn in the yard
Sweaty face from playing hard
Broken bones and bloody knees
Stings from ants and wasps and bees
Feet stomping on the floor
Fingerprints on the sliding door
A painful cry and a whimpering whine
A mischevious smile that seems to shine
Face being licked by the dog
Rolling around in the mud like a hog
Housing reptiles of all shapes and sizes
Always full of odd surprises
Tracking mud from shoes and clothes
Yet another bloody nose
Sneaking cookies from the cookie jar
Face streaked black with mud and tar
Ketchup stains on your new shirt
Brand new shoes covered with dirt
Sometimes you can be quite a bother
But I love you anyways because you're my little brother
dedicated to roel jr. castaneda
My cute little brother,
Full of pristine purity,
Glows amidst people other,
Full of divine sanctity.
Stuffed with pure love,
Filled with intimate innocence,
Like an angel from above,
He spreads his milky essence.
Cute little fingers
On the sweetest smile
That's constant and lingers
Wash away guile.
Lo! There does he crawl!
Oh! There he tries to stand!
Stand and fall! Stand and fall!
Give him a helping hand.
Oh! Look at his eyes!
So pure and so sheen;
The cute comrade touches the skies
With his heart pristine.
You light up my life,
and you make me smile
sometimes I may get annoyed,
but I love you there's no denial.
You're cute as can be
you can always make me laugh
I don't ever like to be mean to you,
and you really don't know the half
You make my heart melt
when you say, " I love you bbs"
being my little brother
is what you're meant to be
You're so loving, and so young,
but you already care
I'm proud to be your big sis,
and for you I'll always be there
I may yell at you at times,
or tell you to go away,
but just so you know
I love you everyday
I love having a little brother,
and especially since it's you,
and you make me smile
even when I'm blue
I remember when you were three,
and we were just hanging out listening to a song
over, and over, and you learned all the words,
and hearing you sing made me as happy as can be
You're growing up so fast,
and you're not a baby anymore,
but you're my little brother,
and I know that's for sure
I'll always love you,
and be right here by your side
even when you are older,
and in someone you need to confide
I just wanted to say
I love you Robert Ray forever,
and always continue to love you
even after my dying days.
This is for those of us who felt loss
for those of us who paid the cost
yet in the midst of a forgiving heart
we still feel lost
I'M sorry big sis for turning my back on you
I never would have thought after all this time
that you would come look me up too
I am certain that all roads was blocked of to me
how did you find me?
I'm a lost for words
it has been forever that I really faced up to family
I ran away from that
the past has a nasty habit of coming back like whirlwind
even if you did moved on
I don't care why you are here
I forgive you
I need you
you need me
after all we are family...
I am not brilliant
Or heroic
Or frightfully quick
Or connected.
Just beggarly
And bled for
And brothered
By Betlehem's King.
He came to us
And blessed by the Lake
Hounded and hung
And risen
For my puny sake.
Its a good thing
I now walk in
With Him.