Brothers Poems - Poems about Brothers

I see them still, in the hollow hours, Familiar images etched against the fading sun, Their laughter spilled like water over stones, Now stilled, forever caught in time's cruel snare. Once we stood, shoulder to shoulder, Carrying a weight we dared not name. We believed in the dawn, Even as the night stretched its fingers, Pulling them silently into its depths. I speak their...

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BROTHERS I wasn’t even two years old But I knew a baby’s sound So I climbed up on my old crib And was amazed by who I found At once I felt drawn to u And suddenly I had my first friend Then and there a bond was formed That no one could even bend Our lives as brothers began that day It...

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Something it out there on that tree And that little critter is watching me He had his binoculars up in the air And so did the creature, to be fair Two watchers having fun watching each other Brothers from another mother The bird was speaking in his headset He’s not eaten his supper yet Why do you people watch every day? You are a...

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Life has an odd habit of making you miss old street curbs and stop signs. The street I miss the most though has to be that cross-street between the crab apple orchard and my friend Jackson’s house. Something about that place felt infinite. And something about sometimes friends feels greater than sometimes. Would I go back? Absolutely not....

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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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Ha ha..I laugh.' For you will find 'you will be outmatched.) By just the Aussies; mind.' Hoody and Topher Antic and Rennick, Larter, Bos,i Hobart, Brighthope Nickolic its systemic.' Clair Woodly and Iyah.' Yes the pressure builds higher.' Also I Am against you.' In truth you'l become a no-show Max Igan Another one having a go.' Even the white rabbit...

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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...

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Sarah, are you my friend, my best friend ever? That’s a hard question; my mom said that my brother should be my best friend I have to look after him Where is he? Over there, the one with...

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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, and Finn stacked them high. Supplies came from all around, in wagons and in trucks. Sean whipped up the batter, and...

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Am I my brothers keeper , beside him will I stand . When I see him falling will I reach out with my hand . Will I stand beside him through battles big and small . Am I the one he always knows will take late night call . Am I the one he...

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Originally published in Out On a Limb, an Anthology for Friends June 2020 You hate me for my color. You hate me for our differences. You hate me for my successes. You call me names. You call me useless. You call me an outsider. You marked me as invisible. You made me your scapegoat. You expressed your hatred, and Excluded me from your world, Allowing...

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In Wonderland dwelled Tweedledum and Tweedledee, twin brothers; And genial next door neighbors, like the rainbow's changing colors. Employed by the Mad Hatter, at Vale asylum, in Looking Glass Land, The twins managed that institution well, like thunder, in command. Their homes and land were edged by a flowery fence, somewhat tall; As sturdy mountains surround the valleys, awaiting sunset's...

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The story of dory And the story of John Could be glory Could be wrong Dory was a Gent at heart Dorian was the birth mark John preferred the Dory part As was his name from start A younger brother with might John enjoyed a good fight Dory had no choice in life As his brothers fire reignites Sat in constant silence In denial of the violence...

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Two googly eyes and baby teeth “I need them,” said Wizard O’ Keefe They’ll help me make a spell To create a fart smell And upset our stepfather Keith! ...

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They are shadows of a forgotten world Drifting through the remnants of life Eyes clouded by the haze of Kush Skin and teeth, a canvas of decay and despair. Shoulders slump beneath tattered rags Swollen limbs move with a sluggish grace Their steps, slow and aimless As if searching for a heartbeat lost in the dark. No warmth lingers in their...

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