Best Siblings Poems
With fifty-nine tears, I stare at the phone, wanting to
understand. I had your voice in my hand. Intense pain now
washes through our decade’s bones. I must be able to rinse it,
cleanse it and restart with a stable heart. Always layers of hurt
from you. Now there is another, my lost Brother.
We may never meet again, not as siblings or as friends, yet you
chose to bring our last call to a painful end! Distance and age
whisper chilly to me of a certain possibility, this call could be the
last call of all. I wonder, do you feel that, too? Does this sad truth
also shadow you?
In life’s darkness, two stars shine on; one is our Dad, the other,
our Mom. Dad could not take your constant rift of frightening dread
or bear your street life, so he mentally buried you in his head. Mom
could not handle her first born living so forlorn, her maternal heart
and head were torn. She could not sever the bond, so her enabling
continued on. Neither parent was right or wrong. Unbearable pain
made them desperate to survive your heartbreaking song.
I never knew what to do, but I sought and fought to do it right.
I would help, I would insist, but true help, you would resist. Each
approach to coax you towards a healthy life ended with me tripping
through your dark light. I’ve abandoned my hopeful persistence
by accepting that I may never have brother-relief in this existence.
For years my insides have churned as I daily pray for some informative
word about your wellbeing. I've even called morgues in your state
to learn if you were still among the living but no news ever shaped.
I’ve had a lifetime of watching you fill your own spaces by selfishly
passing thru daylight. Rather than climbing up to achieve a healthy
need, you've always sat aground and caused yourself to bleed.
Whether you’re in jail or living drugged on the streets, loving you has
never known relief. I gave you my all, walked all your dark halls.
Can’t we now have peace?
Please bro, on some near tomorrow, borrow another phone. Call me
and let us be the best of us, let us share love to enhance what is
left of us. Look to your heart and grant what I want, one more, last
call that love may be shown when next your voice is in my phone.
The vast and beautiful world
The home we share together
Tender hands protect you
19.02.2016
A-L Andresen :)
Dedicated to Kyle, My Darling Son
A kaleidoscope’s blossoms are not as awesome
as my child at every turn; watching his silences –
I burn, watching his movements – I yearn.
I learn love's wonderment watching him discern.
Toddler-boy loves me content with innocence and joy.
I shout for time to slow its capture of my boy.
Give me endless days and countless ways
to watch my miracle grow. Sunshine, moon glow,
build him a perfect rainbow so that he may know
the wonder of the love I try so hard to show.
Loyal, gentle pets
give love deep set
and when they die
I full pay grief's debt.
Friends are the prose
inspiring my rhymes.
Each would be missed
by this heart of mine.
When parents and siblings
expel their final breath,
I will mourn them
until my own day of death.
If my husband
should before me die,
my soul would cry
float adrift and dry.
But should my babe at any age
pass first in death’s grasp,
defeat would set a fatal stage
for my heart's final crash.
Brothers, Sister, siblings, parents,
It makes me question what they decide,
the thought about having nothing yet full of pride,
Then having everything taken, a loss that's always been mistaken,
A life full of lies,
Promises unkempt
A selfish demise,
Have your back,
Then stab you instead,
We laid our beds,
Now we lay our heads,
Brother,
The strong, yet anguished and full of hatred,
And sister who can't feel a thing but sacred,
Disappears like the moon when the sun arises,
Things aren't the way they should be,
But broken and sedated to the world outside of four walls and a mind that can't decide the decisions that must be made, we were never taught
Really it's a shame
To take care of others but when we can't we take the full blame,
Siblings,
When you have nothing you try to give the world,
Except when the world doesn't exist, you can only blame
Others around you that hold that same name,
Parents
No one knows of where we came just so many of us yet a stranger with a familiar face.
Brother, sister, siblings, parents
All in all we hate being the same.
Genial to avoid confrontation
Baseborn kind, complaisant character
A spurious recital, a cheap imitation
Apocryphal mind, and comical creations
Counterfeited Christ
An unholy effusion
Sons of Belial
Clutch arcane knowledge
Esoteric information
Delve into oracular verse.
Deadened faith
Recondite belief denuded denials
Portentous and abstruse
Divested of the truth
Desolate road
Traveled day after day
Seriatim in miles
Strangled in hyperbole
Hypothetical noose
Cheaply loose
Tightening
methodically
Suicidal salvation
Covertly clandestine
Do what art wilt
Deliver the chosen
indoctrinate guilt
Derision to the destined
To learn love over hate
Adoration to inculcate
Imbue their sick lessons.
You may not know me but I know about you. Should you ever find your way to me with open arms I shall receive you.
It's not your fault that we aren't a part of each others lives, The feeling of not being a part of your hearts feels like a thousand knives piercing my soul all at once.
For as long as I live this dreadful thought will always be a part of me until the day meet. As a Brother I should be protecting you, holding you, picking on you, argue with you, Kick ass for you and most important Love You.
Where there's a will there's a way I'm a firm believer that one day we'll cross paths and scream out YAY, However if you have no knowledge of me let me introduce myself, My Name is Shawn Muñoz I'm 36 Raised in the Bronx now living in Florida where I shall await the 3 of you. ™©
By: Shawn Muñoz
Today is National Siblings day so I thought to give it a quick shout,
That I love my sister very much and love everything she is about.
She is my best friend and has been their for me when things get rough,
Giving me advice, love and support when things can get a bit tough.
I still laugh at her antics of how she would do dishes a very long time ago,
She would wait for them to dry by themselves thinking I would not know.
I would keep wetting those dishes until she came up the stairs to give them a dry,
The look on her face was hilarious, she would always wonder wet? WHY?
**ode to my cyndi lou who
My ever dearest siblings,
Through this sonnet, allow me to express my love for you, Brods and Sis, emanating from the Lord, exemplified by our parents, exuded throughout
our family and extended to our homes. I love you…
Faithful ardent love ceaselessly prevails
Compassionately binding hearts with glee
Since the Saviour’s divine care never fails
Granting sweet fellowship for you and me.
God’s warm presence seals our kinship embrace
Tying us around great partnership bliss
Enclosing our togetherness' blest grace
Midst prayer-propped greeting and kindness’ kiss.
Sublime loyalty keeps knitting our souls
Secured well while to the Lord we draw nigh
For revival fires in reaching-out goals
To leave good legacy along faith’s fly.
Together we nurture love as home’s worth
Such is Christ’s gift to share with heaven’s mirth.
In today’s birthday of mine, my heart offers gratitude to God for His love that keeps on reigning over our sibling-bond… which our loved ones, spouses and children likewise experience. Also, thanks for your love.
*Ephesians 3:19 And to know the love of Christ, which passeth knowledge, that ye might be filled with all the fulness of God.
March 8, 2023
9th place, "For You, Love" Poetry Writing Premiere Contest
Sponsored by Regina McIntosh; judged on 3/12/2023.
How I see my Siblings
Nine faces born of the same seed,
Each with their own want and need.
Yet through these lines I seek to know
Which roots have helped me grow.
Eldest Brother
Eldest brother ruled with whip and shoe,
Each harsh strike taught lessons I never knew.
Meeting him meant fear would pave the way—
Childhood dread that shadowed every day.
Second-eldest Brother
Second-eldest brother grew timid and shy,
Now gentle and patient as the years slip by.
He’d never harm a creature, nor chase off a fly,
Kindness is his kingdom under every sky.
Eldest Sister
Eldest sister sat upon her haughty throne,
Deemed me a blister, left me so alone.
She trod the world in silk while I was unseen,
Her regal arrogance made me feel obscene.
Twins
Twins swam through life like fish lost without fins,
Their fortunes adrift as each gamble begins.
Chasing illusory wins with hopeful despair,
They scramble for answers that vanish in air.
Me (the Black Sheep)
Then came the black sheep who begged only to please,
Taunted and teased, I mastered the art to appease.
Bruised by the laughter, I fashioned my own shield,
Learning through silence the strength not to yield.
Youngest Brother
Youngest brother burst forth before breath had its time,
A spark of pure mischief in rhythm and rhyme.
He popped every bubble with laughter and spite,
A rogue ever roaming, eluding the night.
Second-youngest Sister
Second-youngest sister lived fearless and free,
Her heart danced with courage for all eyes to see.
Some called her reckless, yet her spirit took flight,
Embracing each moment in wild, blazing light.
Youngest Sister
Youngest sister cherished as pearl in a shell,
Grew distant and cool—her warmth none could tell.
She slipped through our grasp like a soft drifting sigh,
Leaving behind echoes of love gone awry.
Nine faces born of the same seed,
Each with their own want and need.
Yet through these lines I seek to know
Which roots have helped me grow.
written by Mintra J Manksingh Jan 2008
Ah how I love being the eldest of the bunch at home.
The power I bestow upon the ones much littler than I.
Oh how I can manipulate the ones that were unlucky to be born after me.
I never have to get up off the couch.
Food is brought to me on a silver platter.
Always in charge when the parents of our household are out.
I hardly ever have to lift a finger.
Too bad I have an older sister (in college).
"How sweet to the heart are the scenes of my childhood"
Samuel Woodworth, 1785-1842
One thing that we kids loved was listening
to Disney records. Then when came first snow
we’d run outside and see it glistening.
Down hills on sleds so gleefully we’d go,
or on a frozen pond we liked to skate.
Boots and scarves we wore, for cold winds would blow.
But it was summer for which we could not wait,
rejoicing in June, once let out of school!
Chasing fireflies into night, we stayed up late.
Sometimes we walked two miles to city pool.
Later we got bikes and rode them in the sun.
We loved “hose play,” in the spray – staying cool!
Kickball; playing in the park till day was done!
Childhood with my siblings was so much fun.
Nov. 21, 2020 for the Terza Rima Form Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
Blessed with God’s wondrous goodness
my three siblings and I* were privileged
to bask in our parents’ graciousness
gladly we indeed acknowledged.
Love prevailed in all corners of our home
may it be North, East, South or West*
securing us well inside haven-dome
where we share family bonding zest.
As kids, we engaged in partnership games
with toys of various shapes like square* forming
along favorite colors and their names
of blue, white, red, yellow** … so heart-warming.
Nurtured to be musically inclined
we sang together joyful choruses
since the Lord has us beauteously designed
into grand quartet*of blended voices.
With less than five* decades of fellowship
midst bliss-filled family extension pacts
we siblings keep in us our warm kinship
thanking God for His marvelous*** acts.
*Word bears or phrases bare the essence of four (4).
**The four colors of our Flag as a nation.
***Revelation 15:3 … Great and marvellous are thy works, Lord God Almighty; just and true are thy ways, thou King of saints.
February 20, 2020
3rd place, "What's In A Number" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Juliet Ligon; judged on 2/29/2020.
I watch as they negotiate
What each of them can claim,
Announcing something's "Mine!" appears
To be the only aim.
Whatever one is playing with
The other wants as well,
Despite the fact it's not a favorite,
Far as I can tell.
Yet in the market, a surprise -
The older made his picks
Including items for his sis -
No envy in the mix.
Just watching out for her, he was
The most attentive brother
For that's what siblings are -
Both friends and rivals to each other.
The day i born,
she felt very happy.,
she got a company to play.
when i learnt to walk,
by holding my hands she provided me strength, to place my foot in front.
when i felt down, she cried.
when i laughed, she enjoyed it.
when i danced, she became the music.
a day separated us.
that's her wedding day.
she left my hand and cought her life partner hand.
that is the day, mixed with both happy and sorrow.
the face is filled with both smile and tears.
even she leave me and she go with her new family,
the things which she taught me,
will always be in my heart as a lesson,
till i reach my graveyard.
Threaten me not with death, oh life, he your sibling is, who a new life has to offer!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
18 February 2016