Brother(A) Poems - Poems about Brother(A)

My brother and I, while choosing a name for my nephew, tried hard to think of something unique— something with variety and charm. “Tractor” was the first choice, then came “Tumbler,” and we fell breathless with laughter, comparing impossible things— his eyes to stretching bubblegum. We joked about how his name might sound when he grew older. Laughs and tears rolled down our cheeks. ...

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SIBLING REMEMBRANCES* In the warm, sunlit corners of our childhood where laughter spills like marbles across the floor, I hear the echoes of our shared secrets, each whispered promise a thread woven into the fabric of our youthful days. We were explorers, mapping the terrain of our backyard kingdom, with sticks as swords, the garden hose our river, where we splashed and shrieked, the world...

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My twin was delusional, he thought he was a star He told me people recognized him, near and far Strangers gave him thumbs up, pretty women smiled Within him they saw the soul of a child. I said "Jerry, no offense, you are poor at conversation People yawn, go away, for the dialog duration You lack warmth, enthusiasm, any vital spark You're...

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You came through quiet and refreshing like a gentle spring breeze. Far away enough from winter’s dreary wear, and soon upon us like the brightness of the summer sun. Just as days passed into years and years into decades, the time with you seemed to be a slow-motion blink, the kind where you have a...

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Your smile is like the moon all silver lined, I wanted to be by you, time after time. Your love for sports was quite unreal, But you never gave up that rid and reel. Your humour was loved, loved by us all, But your laugh was the best, best of it all. I watched when you became a man and you...

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Brother, you have the strength of a dragon and the soul of a poet. ...

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Your smiles frozen over, and you stand tall above the water like an iceberg, so tall and elegant in your presentation. But surface-level trickery can’t fool or satiate my scuba diver curiosity. I see through your poorly constructed ruse. I prep my gear, dive deep into your ocean, and discover that underneath the surface-level beauty lies dormant a bummock of cuts and bruises. The true nature of things, the true nature...

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the possession of a vessel a cradle call a steady fall a empty cost and all's lost a candle care a random share a fullness last and all's cast a constant claim a longing name a least of more and all's before a costly care a vessel rare an emptied full and all's pull a cradle claim a constant name a candle fair a...

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In the flowing scroll of time, said Confucius, blood remembers where it came from. The mountain does not forget the stone, nor does the sea deny its river. You, Taiwan—jade carved from the same dragon—why drift like a petal in foreign wind? Does not the moon rise over both your skies? Do not ancestors whisper from...

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“Peter Periwinkle had a car accident,” my brother said, as if reading it aloud from the back of a cereal box. It took me three full seconds to realize he meant our father. We were on my grandma’s farm where she had recently died, leaving chickens scratching unknowingly in the dust. Our father was elsewhere— broken, back bent like a paperclip, drunk at the wheel when the other car...

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A covert narcissist dressed in a hand-me-down victim cloak, Master of the tear-tantrum tactic — He sniffles, sobs, and simpers until your defenses drop, Then slides a betrayal in your back so smooth you almost thank him. A codependent parasite latched to his mother’s emotional tit like a tick, Bound by an enmeshed dynamic so tight you'd think she birthed...

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Why not me, i always asks, In shadows where the silence basks, When sickness came, I felt the chill, While soup and love were his to fill. Mom turned her back, her heart a stone, As I lay weak, so all alone. He got the doctor, the gentle care,...

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I’m thinking of a person Who is strong and resilient. Big in personality but size is small. When mad, they turn a green pigment. All is lost when anger worsens. Tantrums raging, escalating. Tired now, limbs in a sprawl. I’m talking about toddler phasing, A daily battle of exertion....

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There is no strength in fear and flame, naught but the bitterness of blame, which leads us all to guilt and shame, finger pointing and naming names. Better still our hearts to open, forgive and live with hope and honest emotion, a chain of grace unbroken, positive words to be spoken, and put our heart into motion. Easier though to give anger it’s head, to wish...

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I am scared, Totally confused I fear the worst  Of the world this time. Why did this happen? Why oh why to him? My sweet baby brother. So young is he, I cannot understand Why this does happen. While muscles may grow And the heart beats harder, Too hard, it beats. Trouble has started. I wish that this would end. So young is he, To put up with this life. Too full...

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