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I'm not wearing underwear
I can’t afford to clean my clothes
I shower every day
and sensitive skin from soap and psoriasis makes me itch
But I have bills to pay
I know you understand
Raising my little half brother and half sister
I've only met once
who are an ocean away
But this isn’t my story, it's yours
and the memories that remain
I know we've talked about it
Your pain and mine
About dad an alcoholic, and the abuse
and how you’re still attracted to it
But I still remember soo many nights
And soo many strange days
You dragged by your hair
I'll never forget
You thrown through the door
is embedded in my head
You with black eyes
you fell out of bed
The screaming
The fights
I remember everything said
My name
My brother’s name
Psychological abuse for you
soo long ago mom
You left and I don’t blame you
Years of you being cheated on
And dad would introduce us to his girlfriends
Easter holidays treasure hunt
While your husband was out betraying everyone
I know you know
That he talks poorly about you
And acts like the better man
But mom I remember
and you need to understand
What you went through
And the nights when I heard the door slam close
because you were fighting
and he told you to leave
That was how I met god in a sense
and always prayed for you to come back
Then finally I prayed for you sanity safety and for you to leave
And I would cry
as quietly as I could
cry myself to sleep
and chances are
dad either fell asleep
or went out in his drunken stupor
to cheat on you again
The divorce is over
It’s been over for years
But yet its still messy and I bite my tongue and remember
The night you came into my room
And told me you had to leave
I remember taking beer to kindergarten
Hiding it from you and dad
To throw it away
And my teacher in grade three finally asked
No lie mom
I had the same teacher in kindergarten and grade three
I could write an entire poem
about all of the people who shaped my mind
But I need you to see
When I come visit and am called an incest family man by your boyfriend
for giving you a hug
You’ve fallen into the same trap
And it’s like my own mother I’m not allowed to love
To my future boyfriend I do not want a “price charming”. I do not need to be rescued from this ivory tower that I have built around myself to protect myself-worth and esteem that so many boys before you have left trampled and damaged in defeat without even a glance back. I do not want some Henry Cavill, crew cut, perfectly chiseled chest, hair slikced back, predatory white smile of a boy disguised as a man. But when I yell down to you that I am okay up here I know you’ll attempt to climb it anyway.
To my future boyfriend, I have set myself up so high that I simply cannot be touched. guarded by dragons built out of doubt and distrust. I’m sorry I’ve grown accustomed to protecting myself because my father died when I was two and my half-brother left when I was four. So I never really learned how to look a grown man in the eye or ever heard one say, “ It’s okay I got you, I’ll always be here no matter what.” Instead I learned to be independent, self-reliant listened as my mother and sister’s said, “ Its okay fathers day isn’t that important anyway.”
To my future boyfriend I won’t make you sit through a rom-com snuggling up on the couch as I dreamily wish it were us riding away into the sunset. Because I know those sunsets don’t last that those astonishing shades of blue’s, pink’s, and orange will become dull and fade over time.
To my future boyfriend there will be day’s that I won’t even recognize myself day’s I’ll sit and wonder “Who are you really?” But I hope you’ll come and search for those missing pieces with me dust them off and glue them back together so maybe I can finally see the other half of me that stare’s back at me in the mirror. That when you whisper you love my body will become ridged my heart will tighten its chains and my mouth will utter complete ******** as I tell you love is just a word that holds no meaning to what I feel for you. Because love is exactly what I feel for you and words will never be able explain how my heart thunders like a summer storm in late June just from a quick kiss goodbye as you leave.
Hi there, sixteen, wow I have some things to say to you
Nothing drastic, just some small advice to help see you through
Life will be hard but you manage very good
Don’t be too troubled by what you think that you should.
There is a warning for you, in couple of month’s in the park
You go to play rounders with a group, none are very sharp
Because you can’t run you are the fixed bowler for all
When you bowl for you sister, DUCK before you fall.
She whacks it so hard, it hits you in the head
You are unconscious for minutes, she thought that you were dead.
When offered that lift in the old red Mercedes Benz
Say no, don’t get in, even though they are your friends.
His driving is quite bad and he doesn't stop in time
That cow that he hits, should have done some time
It ran though the gate and landed on top of the hood
Alright you were lucky, and you came through it quite good.
That first proposal you had, you did right him to decline
He turned out to be a bad one, he even did jail time
Trust in yourself, your instincts aren't too bad
Though you make some mistakes, experience you had.
Don’t feel sorry, for the boy that lost his tu’pence ha’penny kite
Don’t let his mum cajole you, because you can climb that height
Remember this because, you fall head first and hit the ground
A broken bone in your neck, your reward for being around.
When on a plane, there's a man looks like your father not your mother
Get up and speak to him, he is in fact your real half brother
Don't waste the next ten years before you find each other
He is searching for you too, his own sisters and brother
Follow your head as well as your heart
Don’t turn down a trip to Canada, grab that for a start.
On the whole I think you don’t do to bad of late
But remember to give your trust carefully
And it measures a full five foot eight.
© 21/12/2012
Entry in David Williams Hello/Goodbye Contest
In a short time, you will be my executioner.
Your actions shall be considered a favor.
You say to me “Lady, please forgive me”.
I, Mary Stuart, am grateful for your sympathy.
You are putting me out of my misery.
It was purely by providential chance,
that I should rule both Scotland and France.
My first bout with misfortune was the scene
where my French king husband Francois died at sixteen.
I would return to my native Scotland right away.
I faced subjection by my half-brother Earl of Moray.
James Stewart and John Knox scorned my presence.
Peace between Protestants and Catholics found no permanence.
With this problem, I became heavily involved.
During my reign, practically nothing could be solved.
My cousin Elizabeth has been a thorn in my side.
Her disdain and disfavor she chooses not to hide.
Elizabeth proposed with blatant effrontery,
that I marry the Earl of Leicester, Robert Dudley.
Such a marriage would bring an English-Scottish alliance.
I would have been a fool to submit to compliance.
My marriage to my cousin was out of defiance.
I thought I could love Henry, Lord Darnley.
However, Henry’s actions became a liability.
He helped kill one of the noblest men I would know.
Scottish Lords conspired to murder David Rizzio.
During my reign, troubles compounded all the while.
Soon I found myself a ruler without a nation.
Adversaries forced me to agree to abdication.
I would be placed into imprisonment during exile.
My involvement in the Babington Plot is the reason
why I am being executed for high treason.
Please let your blow be both swift and clean.
It shall release me from this ignominious scene.
I wanted England and Scotland to live in harmony.
May I be remembered this way throughout history.
Mary's son, James VI of Scotland eventually became King James I of a united England and Scotland.
"Parvati and Oxum" or "The Last of Us"
is the concern of a whorish woman
who grew up with five brothers
and five sisters. Her father and mother bought an Old
barn and made into a home ,"and the children came!"
The story focuses on Aurora Stellingport. She grew up
normal as having nine siblings could be. She had
a very close relationship with her parents.
She began college but quit
after a hurricane destroyed her home. She found a job
in a used clothing store and moved in with her mother.
While at work an elderly couple came in came in and had
a conversation loud enough for Aurora to hear. She told of
a story that featured a cheating father and his woman friend.
They spoke of to children fathered by the cheating fella. They also
said someone might be married to the adult male of this
relationship and the fact : that someone's husband might
be her half brother. She paid it no nevermind as she had
not been married and her fiance was someone new in her life
and it didn't relate to
anyway. One year pasted.
And during this time
Aurora prepared for marriage and went back to college. She studied
music and culinary arts. During the preparation
for her Marital Pre invitational she saw the old couple again in the store. She invited them to the party and with frowning faces they accepted.
Orisha the pending fiance stood at the party to annouce there engagment and wedding
which had been planned to be a Christmas Day Wedding. "Love takes control
over what everyone belives." The Old man said iif this wedding is on
Christmas
I will speak to the Preist and tell these people
not to consimate this union.
From Heracles immortal line sprang Kings of Agiad
The blood of Gods and heroes in mortal flesh thus clad
And such was Leonidas, half brother to the King
Cleomenes of Sparta, of whom the poets sing
When came the call to Athens aid when none would take the stand
Leonidas Spartan stood, three hundred by his hand
‘We will take and hold the field against the Persian hordes
At Thermopylae prepared to die, we greet them with the sword.’
Thespian and Theban heard and rallied to the call
Their phalanx in the narrow pass an impenetrable wall.
Xerxes watched the waves of men diffuse against the might,
as Grecian stalwart heroes held, until the loss of light.
For two full days the Pass they held, whilst facing fearful odds,
until undone by Ephialtes, betrayer of the Gods.
Across the hills by mountain path were the valiant undone
And Leonidas understood the rearguard shield was gone
He called the valiant to his side and marked his standing stone
Let thespians and Thebans turn, here Sparta stands alone
Three hundred stood in scarlet lines their valiant death to wait
and leave the field upon their shields as every Spartans fate
Thus fell Leonidas King, who stood when none else dared
Defending Athens and all Greece lest dishonour ensnared
Remembered in the halls of Zeus with victors laurels bound
Three hundred stood three hundred fell and sanctified the ground
And thus the Delphic Oracle’s foretelling came to pass
That all of Sparta be destroyed or else King Leonidas
One year upon Plataea’s fields, with the final battle won
Remembered every Grecian heart this noble Spartan son
Dad’s mother never recognized me
She would just lie in bed before a TV
And I always wondered why she blankly stared
At a screen filled with snowy images, as if she never cared
In my childhood years, I couldn’t relate
How grandma had reached this dreadful state
I thought of her as oblivious and introverted
But she’d been that way since her husband deserted
Dad was but four and his sister one
When the family unit came undone
There were times grandma would glance at photos by her bed
Faded images of ancestors long dead
It wasn’t until I was twelve years old
On a Christmas Day with temperatures cold
That my father received the distressing call
And down his face a tear did fall
The call from a half-brother he’d never known
Bore a message that chilled Dad to the bone
“Our father’s gone,” this stranger said
Dad turned and related, “Your grandfather’s dead.”
At the funeral we met uncles Bob and Tom
Upon viewing the casket, we strove to remain calm
This man who looked so much like Dad
Had remarried without divorcing, yet we were sad
A bigamist who’d left his wife to waste away
Heavy on my heart, grandma’s plight did weigh
Now I knew why her mind had been cast adrift
And why through old memories she’d always sift
Dad treated grandma with compassion and respect
But upon her death, Dad did reflect
On his only childhood memory of joy
A trip with his father to Coney Island for a four-year-old boy
*Entry for Carol’s “Memories of Grandma or Grandpa” contest
David Didn’t Require a Savior
It seems that God loved David so much.
Yet he destroyed a lot with his very touch.
He killed Uriah to have his wife,
Which resulted in a lifetime of strife.
A baby he lost.
A tremendous cost.
His son raped his daughter,
Which lead to his slaughter.
Absolom killed Amnon, their half brother.
And afterwards, resented their father.
In the uprising that ensued,
Absalom was subdued.
So are we being told that three children died,
Because David did not abide,
To the rules of his God, that he did not obey,
And the deaths reminded him on every day.
But God forgave him for his deed, of course,
When David begged forgiveness and showed remorse.
David didn’t need a savior,
To be back in his God’s favor.
And as there was not a mediator needed,
The Savior concept should be conceded.
But how was Uriah helped by all this?
He was wronged and lacked the bliss,
Of God’s justice for his death,
Once he had taken his last breath.
But the murderer, David, received God’s favor,
While the victim of the crime received disfavor.
And what of the baby that God did kill?
God kills babies and gets a thrill.
It says just that in Psalm 137 verse nine?
In that verse it’s more than just fine.
It’s a blessing to smash babies on a rock.
This is what God says. Not really a shock.
To kill a baby when you feel the need?
After all it’s only your enemy’s seed.
So God killed many babies in the Bible
And no one seems to hold Him liable.
Mr. Dresden, my name is Joshua Aaronson.
How can I help you Mr. Aaronson? How did you find me?
My wife Chloe goes to your brother's hair salon. Your brother Thomas said that you're a private detective with unusual abilities. My daughter Selene is missing.
Thomas is actually my half-brother, which is why our only resemblance is height. I presume you've already been to the police. Tell me about your daughter and when she disappeared.
Selene just turned seven. She's a little shy around strangers by nature. She's about this tall and weighs about 55 pounds. Her hair and eye color are like mine, and her hair is usually braided reaching the middle of her back. She disappeared last Saturday night after we put her to bed, sometime between 8:00 and 9:45 - I usually check on her around then before I go to bed. All the doors were locked and deadbolted. Something that was really weird was that there was a noxious smell in Selene's room, sort of like the smell of just-lit matches mixed with rotting compost. The police couldn't find anything, none of my neighbors saw or heard anything. That sign on the door that says "WIZARD". Is that for real?
I'll take your case. I'll need to visit her room, and need to borrow some objects that Selene is is frequent contact with, like favorite clothes or a teddy bear.
[Harry Dresden is the protagonist in the series of books The Dresden Files by Jim Butcher. Thomas is a White Court Vampire allied with Dresden].
The new bride yells, "i cant live without john
he's my life, my joy, in him i've found true love
two years later john takes his own life
'cos he stumbled upon his best friend in bed with his wife
o faithfulness where liest thou
how i long for a glimpse of thou
I'm strapped for cash and dad's in an institution
please help me lord, i’ll remain your faithful son
in no distant time, things turn around
but my dollars are for neon shows and fast cars to cruise around
i speed past church without looking in
my morning devotion is with a whore and half a pint of gin
o faithfulness where liest thou
how i long for a glimpse of thou
Mike was a bright lad orphaned at age of four
i paid his way through school and he ended up the governor
one chilly morning with trouble's cold hands around my neck
i turned to his excellency to help me with some cheque
after long hours of staring at the ceiling
i got to meet his secretary who said he wasn't in
on getting to my car , i found my key missing
i trudged back to the office and caught boss and secretary kissing
o faithfulness where liest thou
how i long for a glimpse of thou
Jack was the most trusted of the king's closely knit guards
he had been the crown's favorite since he was but a lad
one day the crown was found fallen alongside his brother
it turned out jack sold him out to his half-brother
o faithfulness where liest thou
how i long for a glimpse of thou
please faithfulness, just a glimpse