Little Brother Brother Poems | Examples
These Little Brother Brother poems are examples of poetry about Little Brother Brother. These are the best examples of Brother Little Brother poems written by international poets.
Dear Brother.
You used to be so alive- the ever-frantic butterfly.
Lightning-quick-witted, with a warm summer smile.
Always pulling little brother up from the pigsty.
Now you're hobbled by disease and age.
The expanse of your galaxy shrinking.
To the size of a porta potty and a word search page.
You've donated your trusty old car to charity.
How far can one travel with a turtle's cane?
Are you caving in on life or is life caving in on you?
The glitter of youth has taken on a much duller hue.
Fate has placed you into the black heart of a landslide.
I can do nothing but watch as you go over the side.
I don't have your strength to lift you up from this stye.
Dear brother, I fear that you've abandoned your mind.
My mom and dad did not know
that I was a genius. It didn't show.
I was nothing like the other boys
when I grabbed a box of tinker toys
and paired it with adenine and thymine,
planning something you've never seen.
With cytosine and guanine in the mix,
I added DNA to my bag of tricks,
along with fish dad pulled from the lake
and some raw meat mom was fixing to bake.
I put it together, one after another.
Soon, I'd constructed a new little brother.
Finn and Freda’s Christmas wishes were known only to each other.
Trusted protective older sister, and Finn, her impish little brother.
Helpful hints were solicited by parents for many determined days.
Important questions asked in a variety of creatively subtle ways.
Neither child would violate the trusted confidentiality of the other.
Treasured trait that is strong fifty years later in this sister and her brother.
Del Boy Trotter
Money making plotter
Sells dodgy bent gear and smokes a cigar
Drives a yellow three wheeler T.I.T company car.
Rodney Trotter
Del's little brother, sidekick and cop spotter
A dipstick, a wally, a plonker or Dave
With two GCEs he feels like an under-paid slave.
(Trotters Independent Traders) (T.I.T)
Only Fools and Horses
Clerihew 2 Poetry Contest
Sponser Joseph May
Written 21.10.21
Bobby, how could you, why would you eat mine?
Little brother, don't you know...that stealing is a crime?
I know that my candy...looked quite appealing
But, what would mom and dad do...if they knew you've been stealing
I found ten empty wrappers, so you've eaten ten of my pieces
Some Snickers, some Hershey's and a couple of Reese's
Now, go stand in the corner and count to one hundred...and ten
Then promise me you won't never, ever, steal from anyone...again
If I Were Your Brother Poetry Contest
Sponsor Bobby May
10/21/2019
Oh delight, joy and bliss,
it is SPRING and it is raining outside;
and like a child all I want to do is go play,
I remember the drip drop, tinkling of snow melting.
Little rivers going down the street that I had to investigate,
sometimes, I would take my little brother and he dressed the part;
in his yellow slicker, big boots and too big hat, he had to probe sidewalks,
it is a beautiful and sweet memory of big sister and little bro in a spring shower.
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April 11, 2019
Poetry/Free Verse/Memory
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1133-964-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, Free Verse or Rhyme, In Its Beauty
sponsor, Eve Roper, Inspiration Image #1
First Place
Off to school normal routine.
Big sister taking care of little brother.
Crossing streets hand in hand.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
A little boy and his older sister
Caught twenty ants and put them in a jar
Then filled the jar with water
And watched the poor ants drown.
The police came and got the boy and girl
And took them away in a blue and white car
They went on trial for their very lives
And the judge wore a big red frown.
"Did you drown twenty innocent ants?"
The judged asked little brother.
"My sister did it!"
"It wasn't me!"
They each one blamed the other.
As punishment for their horrible crime
They were both sealed in a great huge jar
Which was slowly filled with water
And they watched each other drown.
From the ongoing series Lucifera's Questionable Child Care Poems and Stories.
ENTERTAINING OUR LITTLE BROTHER
He's so tiny, compared to us
And doesn't make too much fuss
He's pretty good most of the time
He somehow makes life so sublime
We don't understand how one so small
Can even do anything at all
He watches everything we do
Then goes to sleep when playtime's through
We do the same thing every day
But it's still such fun for us to play
And keep this little brother of ours
Entertained for hours and hours
Then one day, when we are grown
We'll wonder where the time has gone
Looking back, maybe we'll discover
The joy we had entertaining our brother
6 November 2017
Picture No. 1
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
My eldest brother, nine years old,
Thought he could break a horse.
Our mother strictly forbade him.
A mother’s right of course.
Her young son mustered all his wiles,
Hoping he could sway her.
Unwilling to be defeated,
He vowed to disobey her.
He gathered a rope and bridle,
Went to the big corral.
He was there to break a wild colt,
Three brothers there to yell.
Our youngest brother, four years old
Yelled, “I’ll tell Ma on you
Unless you take me up there
And give me a ride too.”
In his eagerness to hush him,
His big brother agreed
And lifted him to the bare back
Of that big, trembling steed.
Our father came in nick of time
To salvage little brother,
Then watched as his son rode that colt.
No one told our mother.
H ow can I tell you, how amazing you are?
A little brother, a brat, a
N uisance, who has a heart of gold.
S oft and mushy under a
G ruff exterior...not at all
U nlike his father.
S trong, faithful, devoted to family,
T rusting to a fault
A lways quick to smile, to share a laugh, your
V ivacious spirit is infectious,
L eaving laughter, warmth, compassion, and
L ove where ever you go. Even when you’re being
O bnoxious,
Y ou still steal my heart. It
D rives me crazy when you’re not happy.
M emories of you playing Cheetah
E ver the caretaker, devoted and loving in
Y outh to adulthood. You’ve grown before my
E yes into an astounding man’
R eminiscent of the men whose names you bear.