Brother Friendship Poems | Examples
These Brother Friendship poems are examples of Friendship poems about Brother. These are the best examples of Friendship Brother poems written by international poets.
For my friend Marvin here is a grateful song,
Woven from the memory of shared years.
His loyalty was legend his whole life long,
And his humor, like music, could inspire tears.
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Marvin was one of extraordinary style,
And a woven tapestry of compassion.
He was a steady star all the while,
Who lead with the passion of a champion.
May these words be an ode to a brother,
And to a gentle wind leading me home.
For being a lifelong friend like no other,
May his story be sung for ages to come.
Time may smooth the sharp edge of sorrow,
Yet the echo of his voice lingers in the air.
In every golden sunrise and each tomorrow,
We are reminded of the gift of his care.
Let every heart he touched recall,
The warmth he offered without pride.
Wherever silent blessings rise and fall,
May Marvin’s radiant memory abide.
friends that were born under the stars
one in noble family and another in the lowly class
Morgana as in the royal family of Camelot
and Gwen in the lowly ones in outskirts of capital
she never once looked down on her
treated her as a sister, a friend to kill someone for
fate always shows its fangs when the time is right
illegitimate daughter of the king and a witch in disguise
her biggest crime was to be born in that family
who hunts the magic worshipers, calling their existence a crime
to survive one must layout their plans carefully
so did she and planned to kill the father and beloved brother Arthur
who shall Gwen respond to?
Is it the cries on the outskirts of their friendship?
or be a sword for the man she is in love with
A wife to the prince of Camelot
so she made a quick assessment
defied all her relationship with Morgana
and stood in the court of justice to defend her husband
Folks are so busy denouncing each other
~ They forget every man is their brother
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 surface-level beauty lies dormant
a bummock of cuts and bruises.
The true nature of things,
the true nature of you.
A life packed full of solutionless problems,
scribbled out like math equations
written on a chalkboard
by a genius mathematician
who can’t ever prove his theories
or get anything to work.
Nobody understands him
because he can’t even understand
the things going on
in his own head.
Now,
enough of the comparisons.
Let’s get back to the subject.
You’re chronically ill.
Your condition is worsening.
You present yourself in a positive light
while, under the surface, you're
withering.
I worry for the day
when all of your problems
become too much
for you to bear,
and you slip away
like an avalanche
in the Arctic,
never to be
seen again.
To my friend, Miguel
Almost seventeen years, do you remember? We met in Canterbury
We lived in the same house. In a silent, English-style, beautiful road
Miguel, Miguel. My old soul brother. My Bible teacher. Do you remember?
Evening times, you gave me lessons, lessons from the Bible. Teacher
You are a signer. A marker. Your stigma is mine. I am your follower
I remember you. I respect your intelligence. Five languages. Spanish jewish
Miguel, my friend, I have tried so many times to find you in virtual life
But you do not exist. Why? I want to say thank you for my fifteen years. Reading
Your science magnetized me. My Bible Teacher.
From our friendship, my dear and respected flatmate.
Miguel
You are my friend
Where are you?
Missing
Your teachings
And your Bible
As i write here.'
I hold freedom most dear.'
I value; all other writers too!
love me or hate me? Even debate me?
I will still be; even handed.. So over to youse.'
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 jello in his hair
I have a brother
Where is he?
Oh, he’s in my mommy’s tummy.
She ATE him!?
An old friend visited today, no longer young Men
Our hair changed, not with dyes or clippers anymore
Two silver foxes, a little rounder than before
We both have partners now, I have kids
Where once warehouse raves and Oxford st debauchery stood
Now roast pork and red wine abound
A bottle shared, just slightly older than the story of us
The bonds that held us together remain unbroken
We laugh and shared our tales, those funny sayings we had
Where’s so and so now, and how did we get here?
Twelve years, as if no more than a weekend had passed
Promises to make it sooner next time
A warm embrace and gently to bed
I love you brother
Could it be that he sees me as more of a sister in spirit?
Could I even accept him being just my brother in spirit?
Could this mean we're not meant to be lovers, even a bit?
Night trains
People in the night and the daytime, just traveling, silent lives
No one talks, someone is reading a book, and others are playing on phones
Still others are engrossed in the daily news. Interesting community. Friendship
Every day, day by day, millions of people are traveling, going to work, church, or party
But not the same experience, or impressions, but the same views, melancholy, dream
Dead interactions? Yes, it’s that. The reason is the fear. It’s created psychologically.
Night trains. I love it more. Every people a sister or brother, but daytime also, but…
… something is different. But on the train, in a public community friendship is stopped.
Fear, inhibition. Fear from the psychology and law. Directness is punished.
Anti-humanistic science
It kills life, don’t be a human!
Hmm, there are answers
Brings it the trains of the science of dark.
A good friend
A good friend I have. I told him the good news
I was without any job for weeks, but I found one
Yesterday, I got a new job.” I have a new job!”
I sent him this message to Oxford. He got it,
and He said “I prayed for you. Congratulations!”
Thank you so much for your help, it has worked,
my dear Bible teacher brother!
The world sure ain’t what she used to be
Hard to know just where to place your trust.
A world-wide shortage of integrity
But put your faith in me, you won’t go bust!
Bullets flying everywhere, you feel under attack!
I got your six, brother! I got your back!
Lost out in the darkness but I’ll get you back on track!
I got your six, brother! I got your back!
And life can sure seem crazy nowadays.
With bad news hitting hard from every side.
It’s hard to make it through, but there are ways.
Just stick with me, I’ll be your faithful guide !
They’re getting in your face and they’re starting to talk smack!
I got your six, brother! I got your back!
The burden’s getting heavy but I’ll help you tote your pack!
I got your six, brother! I got your back!
These are the times that try a good man’s soul.
It seems so many want to drag you down.
You fear that you may never reach your goal.
But I can get you home both safe and sound!
You need to find a win but the odds against are stacked!
I got your six, brother! I got your back!
You know you can count on me. That’s a cold hard fact!
I got your six, brother! I got your back!
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Sophia
Fallen and broken
Once a kite of luminous splendour
Guided by the motherly wind of heaven
Broken everywhere, like a shattered mirror of light
Tossed back and forth on the ocean's ripples
Once a luna moth on the Pleroma's shore
Who saw her own light on the waves
Deceived by her own silvery allure
Soon the only-begotten sun
A child just seven days old
Saved his broken toy
His broken friend
And lost sister
Sophia
Today I’m thankful for friends…
There is a reason we should strive to make everyone we meet into our friend…
into our sister and our brother…
Because it is through friendship our creators meant to reveal
the beauty of each other
He welds and melts, pours and molds
In his "Conversations with My Soul"
He smooths the rough steel of syllables
Into a "Portrait" graced by his "Play on Words"
Unrolling "Scenes from a Countryside" to "That Starry Night"
Whether "October Skies" or "In November" "Moonlight"
So, "If Ever I Don't Know"
which way my adjectives should go
when wandering "A Starry Galaxy"
I follow the "Sinuous Melody"
To cross the river and climb the boulder
While tapping "Gently on the Shoulder"
He finds summer in "A Piece of Winter"
As a friend, brother and mentor
He is welcoming, and when reading your poem
His comments are "To You Alone"
And if you come to say
"I Needed Wings Today"
He will weave lines in a "Distinct Ballet"
As if "It Came Upon a Prophecy"
And not from some stifled "Academy"
Dear John, please continue to "Compose"
Even when "Getting Old is Getting Old"
Without your gift
We are "Too Soon Bereft"
The "Verbal Miracles" you perform
Show how "All of Life is a Poem"
You have been my friend
my artistry sibling,
"And I Am Grateful".
12/20/23