Brother Family Poems | Examples
These Brother Family poems are examples of Family poems about Brother. These are the best examples of Family Brother poems written by international poets.
they wear matching pajamas in every picture
no other family has four sets of matching pajamas
but this is no ordinary family
they are all of the same mind
have identical thoughts
agree on everything
they believe in this and that
but not the other
one spring day they lost one brother
he had fallen in love
with another
shameful brother
they wrote him out of the Christmas letter
burned his matching pajamas
never saw him again
one mind, one voice equals win-win
the next one to run off was his twin
We whirled around like flakes in a snow globe.
Dad weaving miracles, keeping us un-cold.
5 peeps living under a sway-backed roof.
In a one-bedroom converted chicken coop.
Feathered tenants must've thought it a mansion.
Dad and Mom must've thought it a land-based Titanic.
Uncle Barnacle must've thought it a great place to crash.
Brother and I were just 2 gumdrops adrift in Candyland.
There're just two of us chicken coop people left.
We never chat about our chicken coop past.
I thank Rooster for busting his beak, keeping us fed.
And a hen who panned love from lean times and trash.
We grow our family exponentially.
Siblings Uncles Aunts Cousins and little ones.
Take care of our own.
Worku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
A man most loved and hated
For life you cared for after being berated
A man of honor or whatever
Teaching, telling you things with valor
or surrender
Hide and seek you grow and forget
Every tear you shed and regret
Relief in your sorrows
Forging a mark in you that follows
On special occasions you missed the same
man
Rejoicing or mourning alone
like a sandman
Left under the Sun that churns
In your body that warms and spurns
Feels like you're a hero or "Super"
when guided
Every step you take, you breathe
as molded and guarded!
A person one loves
Mom of one and all that strives
O'er and under the bed who searches for you
The one that lits the candle
and sleeps with you
Honor thy Mother for life
Even without lost pictures
or unknown origin of life that bow
Remember who you are
From her, you survived and lived
what you are and how
On and off the roads you hop and grow
Reels of trials and challenges you blow
Life lived with or without a mother
In your heart you needed a sister or a brother
Forever a memory you keep and live by
Every night and day you ask, "Why?"
Written: May 2nd, 2026, for a contest sponsored by Len Gasun
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If a house is brimming with lovely delight,
where laughter lights the day, and love is light.
Grandkids gather, giftings glimmer of grace,
their winsome wonder warming all the space.
Good children, grown, still gentle in their ways,
bring balm to burdens, light to lingering days;
A family’s fervor—full, familiar, true—
turns simple hours into something new.
In this sweet symphony of kin and cheer,
life’s luster deepens, dazzling year by year.
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Genoa born
Wisconsin raised
America shaped
World lived
He knew
From the get-go
Life was not work
But dancing at the park.
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Brother to twelve
Uncle to seventy
Mentor to more
Friend to all
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His hugs melt
his voice echoes
His kindness reincarnates.
Home is where my baby brother is.
AP: 1st place 2026
Our five year old hound dog mix.
the sweet Southern name of Beau,
jet black, sleek,
white chest and throat,
is living with his brother, Arrow,
and a new family for Beau.
I’ll miss his daffy antics,
and chasing indignant squirrels
in the spacious yard,
but we just couldn’t keep him,
he is still a dog of our hearts,
he’ll always be my granddog,
with his jovial amber eyes
and friendly licks on the side
of my head.
He’d sit at attention when he
wanted a treat,
he and Gus, our terrier mix,
had comical zoomies bounding
on the grass.
But now he’s on a new adventurous
life journey,
getting into mischief with Arrow,
we won’t forget you,
big boisterous Beau,
happy doggie tales to you. ~
When Christmas nears, I reminisce
about the ones that won’t be there
for gift exchange and scrumptious meals.
I visualize each empty chair.
Then one by one, my picture books
come off the shelves. I dwell upon
the photos of my nephew, brother,
Mom, and Dad. Dear God, they’re gone!
Nostalgia can be friend or foe.
At times like these, he is a friend
who lingers only long enough
to help me wipe my tears and mend.
It’s time to load the gifts and food
to share with all my family.
No signs of grief will mar my smile.
Just joyful love is all they’ll see.
To honor loved ones we have lost,
we’ll share the special memories
that make us smile instead of cry.
Our praises won’t be eulogies!
My baby's never got to be insecure.
Truth is he is the only one I want to nurture.
My neighbours are just my found family.
My only friends where I live here really.
My home girl is more like a mother figure,
My former home boy was like a father figure,
My two friends are each more like a brother,
My other gals are just each like a sister.
My building is where I feel the least lonely.
My love is why I am now even more happy.
My life is not always the most lovely.
My homies are the ones who make it lively.
My love life is so much better than before.
My love loves me back like it isn't a chore.
Even as I spend time with them, I'll love him,
For with him, life will never again feel grim.
I recently received a cookbook
that was given to my older brother
A hand-me-down from my dad
that was passed down from his mother
After I use my cookbook, and before my time is done
I'll keep my family's tradition going, and I'll give it to my son
When we were growing up
You were my best friend
No matter what I encountered
On you I could always depend
You would always be there
When I was in any type of need
Even with all our fights
And how we hardly ever agreed
But every time that we did
It was good times that we had
They'd make me always forget
Every time you made me mad
And every fight we had
Was forgotten and we'd amend
You're more than my brother
You're my very best friend
My sibling sister and friend without spite
or rivalry, I loved beyond compare;
Athena-like and lovely as the night,
your soul, a brilliant flame that burned with flair,
gave light to me and soothed my manic fears;
maternal saint and healer, you alone
have cared for me these dark, life-threatening years:
you rose as I declined—who might have known?
What genius I was you chose to forswear;
I still loved you more and not any less,
for I recalled childhood moments we shared,
of former times that gave us happiness.
Always loyal and by your side, I remained:
your brother, steadfast, sure, and wholly trained.