Brother Loss Poems | Examples
These Brother Loss poems are examples of Loss poems about Brother. These are the best examples of Loss Brother poems written by international poets.
Just one more, for congress to in-log.'
Remember that time
we found a dime
and bought two ice cream cones at Thrifty?
That may very well be
the only time you and me
shared anything fifty-fifty.
The sky was blue, a beautiful day.
The sun sparkled bright on the water beyond.
She sat in the grass, admiring the display.
She wondered if there were fish in the pond.
Grey marble lined up in long, even rows.
Names and dates, husband, father, brother, son,
Wife, mother, sister, daughter; all of those.
She was still breathing but their lives were done.
Memories flood her mind like never before.
For twenty years they shared a life and love.
She lay on the grass, read his name once more,
With thoughts of him looking down from above.
I guess you know how much I still love you.
One day I’ll be there, to stroll heaven, too.
Being the oldest in the family
and surf the waves on top of a
longboard while having them
back in numbers, oh yeah,
never volunteer for NAM, again,
and be sure to kiss mom and
hug my family everyday and
make them proud with my
first of many guitar albums
and increase our family tree
and, remember not to tell
my kid brother to, "get lost."
|"Give me just a little more time"|
|(give me just a little more time)|
|Song by, Chairmen of the Board|
I turned ten two days ago,
I blew out the candles with a heavy sigh.
You were born today,
Still.
Your lips inherited
The reddest hue of cardinal feathers,
Your rice paper skin
Pale and soft, fresh as silken snow.
I never knew what your eyes looked like
They never opened
Infinite iris colors
Never to be discovered
When I held you in my arms,
The guiding hand of God
drifted away
I gave the coldest of shoulders I suppose.
I looked outside the hospital window,
A frigid breeze made
The trees sway with unease
But all the leaves stayed in place.
A confetti of dust drifted
In the air conditioned hospital room
And time yet stood still
On my brother's only birthday.
Vast sums of money
enormous chunks of time
All spent on losing weight ~
usually ruined by dinnertime
It's really quite easy
now I know that sounds cheezy
But here's the one thing that works, brother
Sell your car today, and don't buy another
You'll walk everywhere
have little time to spare
for banquets and luncheons
or to lie around potato chip munchin'
And even if this radical step doesn't work
you have my personal guarantee
I'll sell your car back to you for what you took from me
~ sure enjoyed driving it for free
So much time since you left.
I still see you.
It does good for me.
LAST NIGHT YOU SCARED ME!
But before that you dared me
to find you now.
And now it is now, and I may
think the way you did,
when you were my heroes
and I was a kid.
This kid will soon be sixty-two.
How about that, brothers?
Look what I did!
An Esau lifts the carnal
And mocks the spiritual
Though he possessed the birthright
He pursued the physical
An Esau values his ways
"Satisfy the appetite"
Despise God's promised future
A dangerous stew to bite
An Esau rejects God's ways
His birthright he sold for stew
The cunning hunter is snared
A misstep he can't undo
An Esau forfeits blessing
God's promise deemed a dud
Prey to his own appetite
Addiction duped this stud
An Esau learns his fate late
He seeks now to recover
The blessing he once despised
Was captured by his brother
An Esau has space to repent
But it's not unrestricted
The Spirit strives for a time
To rescue the convicted
An Esau cannot repent
Even if he wanted to
Though he seeks with many tears
The Holy Spirit withdrew
drip,
drip,
drip...
heartbreak
from sad of eyes.
hushed teardrop
snakes down
the side of
a fallen soldier's face;
lying moribund,
he's cradled by...
brother in arms.
Brian Strand No.1175 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand
Date written: 01/25/2023
I lost my friend just the other day
Just like a brother in so many ways
I know he’s there waiting ‘round for me
And I know one day I’ll see
When life got tough, he’d help me through
It seemed he always knew just what to do
I know no one can ever be
Like my friend waiting there for me
There’s not too many like this friend of mine
Never too busy he’d take the time
When everything was wrong and I saw no light
He was always there to help me make it right
He was my friend, and I miss him so
He was my friend, why did he have to go
When the sun is shining bright, or on a starry, starry night
He’s waiting there for me - he’s my friend.
Mother: Oh Raymond, Raymond, what's to become of you? :(
Raymond: I'll stay pure & give my life; Our Lady says it's true.
Jesus: Father Maximilian Kolbe, if you love Me... feed my sheep! :O
Priest: And I'll even share my soup, and my Auschwitz brothers-- keep.
Nazi: Prisoner number 16,670--- who are you?! :O
Fr. Kolbe: I am a Catholic priest! I have no family, too.
[Inspired by:
A Man for Others: Maximilian Kolbe --the Saint of Auschwitz-- in the Words of Those Who Knew Him book by Patricia Treece, + the M.I. movie
(not Mission Impossible, but the Militia of the Immaculata!)]
Wow! Please do count yourself
exceedingly blessed!
You need not meet their requisites,
to pass a friendship test.
They allow you a fragrant, flowered
leeway.
It’s not the ice cold, rock hard,
pavement of “their”way!
Respect means giving your sister
or brother, expressive room.
Not sealing them like death, in a “my
ideas only, allowed” tomb.
Friends, we seem to think, are there for
us to hurt?
You will feel their absence terribly, when
the friendship bubble, you burst!
11/18/2022
You were born with me
there were two of us
we were side by side
once upon a time
wished on a star
Both now with mom
she holds you tight
gives you a kiss
every night
Reflections
your spirits
together
brothers
again
Twins
Families, Legacies and History,
Things are known,
Rumors told,
And secrets hidden.
Yet hundreds of years pass in time.
The legend passes thru,
The lips and ears of the descendants.
The stories that are passed down,
From generation to generation,
Are given new light when,
One piece of a document is found.
All of the rumors,
All of the stories,
And all of the secrets are found to be true.
One ancestor who is known to be a robber,
A hero, a father and a brother.
He holds all the gold and buries it,
With a treasure map like none other.
Mother Nature holds all the secrets.
We call her Mother Earth.
She knows his secrets.
She knows who he is but not his name.
But in our family we just call him Jesse.
He is my cousin and it's a true story.
cold
sea fog
shrouds the road
corn whiskey breath
permeates truck/s cab
flashing lights dead ahead
break too late - crash certain, glass
shatters, blood splatters like red paint
I didn't hear nobody pray, brother