Brother Death Poems - Poems about Brother Death

our heroes went to war also know what there fighting for, to give there life's to keep us safe to fight along to save human race. in our hearts we remember you know one knows what they really went through, to stand and fight and brother in arms, to pray to god as know its bad, remember the day...

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all you ever needed was to be felt seen. you hid yourself from this nasty world, you moulded a side of you that hid your secrets perfectly. my best friend don’t be afraid, you carried me into this world when i was made, our roles changes and i layed you down to leave this land. you have been blessed with the...

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”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...

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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...

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John Audelay translations by Michael R. Burch. John Audelay was a medieval English poet who died circa 1426. Dread of Death (excerpts) by John Audelay translation by Michael R. Burch Lady, help! Jesu, mercy! Timor mortis conturbat me. [The fear of death dismays me.] Dread of death, sorrow for sin, Trouble my heart, full grievously: My soul wars with my lust then. Passio Christi...

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In quiet nights I feel the space Where laughter danced now leaves a trace. Your smile a light that used to shine A bond so strong forever mine. Though time has passed and you are gone In every heart your spirit’s drawn. I search for you in whispered sighs In dreams that weave through starry skies. You may not share my blood or...

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A picture hung upon the parlour wall Of a brother I'd never met at all Tony was the eldest child in the nest Loved, cherished, by parents truly blessed. Sadly Tony had lived for just four years His passing left enormous grief and tears Though I'm one of five sisters, ever dear How I wish that my brother was still here. We’d visit...

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To my late brother, your suicide ripped my heart from its moorings. Our baby boy of the 1960's, you must of been so lonely, selling your cabin on the wooded acres with a brook behind it. Leaving your home state to join a woman who dismissed you. The romantic rejection you suffered would of passed. Your blue eyes could of smiled again. Goodbye quiet one, ashes for the earth...

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I come to see you in this gray place. The place between awake and asleep, The void between life and death, I come to see you in this place. In a few short months the veil will lift. The gray will be replaced with color and life. We will be able to visit one another. I will be waiting for you here. In...

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I wish most would what a beautiful world we would have still I want one back the poet ...

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They asked me to carry you to your final place, I said I’d be honoured with a smile on my face. But now the times here and I’m in the line, I’m fighting to breathe brother, I’m not doing fine. The tears in my eyes make things all a haze, I look to my mam she can tell...

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NOTE: Sedoka syllable count is interchangeable Ichikatauta: 5-7-5 Nikatauta: 5-7-5 Sedokada: 5-7-7 5-7-7 SETUP: I was THE baby ~~0~~ They were MY babies The Passed My Past my siblings called me the walking problem maker ...

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CATULLUS TRANSLATIONS 4 Catullus LXV aka Carmina 65 loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch Hortalus, I’m exhausted by relentless grief, and have thus abandoned the learned virgins; nor can my mind, so consumed by malaise, partake of the Muses' mete fruit; for lately the Lethaean flood laves my brother's death-pale foot with its dark waves, where, beyond mortal sight, ghostly Ilium disgorges souls beneath...

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Fog I feel like I am walking through a veil of thick fog or mist. I do not know where I am going and I am completely lost. This is uncharted territory for me and I feel all alone. It wasn't supposed to be like this, you were always supposed to be here, Now I walked into the...

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With Me ( a poem about grief) This morning my brother lit the sky on fire for me to let me know he's ok. Today he flew in as an eagle to see me from upon a tree. He made a peal call, high and loud to let me know he is watching over me. Tonight my...

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