Heaven Brother Poems | Examples
These Heaven Brother poems are examples of Brother poems about Heaven. These are the best examples of Brother Heaven poems written by international poets.
Henry Cross said to the frozen Herman
"Why didn't you go to Claire's?"
I like Cross mentioned Jenny's
Why didn't Timothy just go there?
From one brother to another
"Later bro" and "so long"
Parting ways like Alyosha and Ivan in
"The Brothers Karamazov"*
Every memory every lesson
We learned along the way
For most of our lives we were kept apart
By the choices that we made
I don't know what it's like in Heaven
They'll welcome you there, I would expect
And until we meet again
Beyond the blue where I now reflect
Sleep, dearest angel of peace.
The Lord wanted you home.
We do not why such love from us
was by a gun taken.
We will go on, till God says……
it is our time and turn.
Then we can see Charlie again and
With joy, dance,
Amongst the stars with great joy!
Be of good cheer, till we are in heaven!
By following God’s commands each day,
You shall never, by God be forsaken!
9/21/2025
in the thousands of pages
in heaven one more is added that
will be missed but remembered
”A Twin in Heaven”
Exactly 12 days short
of two weeks, and
thoughts of losing
you fails to escape me.
Debating if perhaps-
all the while,
a test solely for me?!
A test-
proving if my strength
can not emerge
to weak?!
A test-
to leave behind
the visual effects
of your flesh that night
in hopes it no longer
torments me?!
Or…
A test-
to see who’s reaching
the Pearly Gates first…
you or me?!
Sigh…(Crying)
Well twin—41 years,
2 months and 12 days…
you finally surpassed me.
My only request…
is for you to save a spot in line for me.
INK-U-SCRIPT
Pace, G
April 4, 2025
two brothers hailed from the old country
from Donnybrook
one more like an engineer
the other like a cook
they specialized in pancakes
the best, you can't deny
Sean made them taste like heaven
Finn stacked them high
supplies came from all around
in wagons and in trucks
Sean whipped up the batter
and ol' Finn he constructs
with eggs from every chicken
and milk from every cow
maple syrup miracles
from the oats that they did grow
when these flapjack masters
grew old and had to die
they made a stack of hotcakes
and they climbed it to the sky
kids, each time you eat griddle cakes
you should be like me
stack 'em high
and think of Sean and Finn McGee
Two brothers hailed from the old country, from Donnybrook -
one more like an engineer, the other like a cook.
They specialized in pancakes - the best, you can't deny.
Sean made them taste like heaven, and Finn stacked them high.
Supplies came from all around, in wagons and in trucks.
Sean whipped up the batter, and ol' Finn he constructs,
with eggs from every chicken and milk from every cow,
maple syrup miracles from the oats that they did grow.
When these flapjack masters grew old and had to die,
they made a stack of hotcakes and they climbed it to the sky.
Kids, each time you eat griddle cakes, you should be like me,
stack 'em high and think of Sean and Finn McGee.
We have this time around.
Thus all will fade.
Millenniums underground.
As bones turn to clay.
It is deeply profound.
To kneel down and pray.
For we know not that hour.
Nor the last day.
Matthew 24:36.
Dearest Brother
We've been through both heaven and hell together.
From the deathbed of our precious mother.
Into the embrace of our golden-souled father.
To the heart of Grandma Kay, the gentle flower.
Many times, you pulled me from folly's fire.
We chased the girls and a million pop flies.
We blitzed the monkey trail on 5 speed bikes.
Until the quiet call of those damned streetlights.
You were the quiet one, steady as a forest pond.
Which now reflects in your children's love.
You've breached life's breakers and now belong.
To the eternal nest of heaven's warmth.
Dearest Brother
The Tears in My Eyes
by
Robert E. Welch, Sr.
February 5, 2023
You quickly left me in the morning.
I had no time for good-byes.
Life for you has now ended
That’s put the tears in my eyes.
Memories come flooding back
Of two brothers having fun.
The years we spent together
Doing things when we were young.
But an illness overtook you
And dark clouds covered the sky.
You could no longer enjoy your life
It put the tears back in my eyes.
Now you’ve gone on to Heaven
Where your golden mansion lies.
I will miss you, my brother
And still have tears in my eyes.
Truth has many faces and voices~
Mostly that of the liar, who never
does what he says – the politician
a perfect example of imperfection
perfected
who perfects only the lie!?
The mass consumer of masses –
Christ said, give to Caesar
what is Caesar's...while Caesar
Covets what is God's
Never within monetary reach
No face on the coin of Heaven
A cooperative of all that is Good
I miss you so much.
You left us too soon.
You brought us joy.
You were a happy boy.
So full of life, I wonder
what type of man you
would have been, I am
certain you would have
been an amazing man.
Sending you this birthday
wish heaven bound dear
brother with wings of love
I miss you very much.
02/19/2022
Alexis Y.
you can always say
that John is in heaven
wishful thinking
from a brother
from a pantheist
he always loved panties
When the brother you care for
is led to his bed by depression;
When your special needs' son
has yet to learn patience lessons;
When your beloved elderly Mother
uses your endless love like a weapon;
When the man who has your devotion
now poses in anger-based aggression,
You may wonder if all is now testing
your belief in God's active presence.
Still, you will send your prayers up to heaven
to seek His loving signs for duration.
You may ponder if your life is as destined
or a series of wrong decision dressings.
Soon, you will likely seek faith's expression,
hold it steadfast as your best protection.
A year of this life has me anxiety clasped
by things I never even meant to catch.
.
Snail Brother decided to walk past the mushroom grove
His friend Missy Turtle came along. She smelled like clove.
Have you been baking? He asked, with a wide smile.
Her famous cookies they could munch on for a mile.
Missy admitted she had brought a bit of food with her.
She liked Snail brother, so she shared her gingerbread pure.
They walked and they talked, and took a nap under an oak.
When they woke, they told a riddle, sang a song, and shared a joke.
The Snail and the Turtle, friends now, and probably forever.
Never got into an argument, and I mean truly – never.
They were friends for sixty years, two months and a day.
When angels whisked them together, to heaven, to play.
I was an only child- until the age of three.
Then, my gift from heaven came! My baby
brother was born! The front door opened-
there he was- my real doll- and magically,
mama placed him in my ever-loving arms.
I remember well
my new doll that came alive-
baby brother born
June 26, 2020
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