Short Brother Death Poems
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you can always say
that John is in heaven
wishful thinking
from a brother
from a pantheist
he always loved panties
Happy Birthday to the unseen
and the mysterious that are not too easily to comprehend
yet life always in the in-between.
Should that war have been fought?
I’m not the one to say
I only know: The-Names-On-The-Wall
Are those who’ve gone away.
Your energy was so strong.
The room is now silenced.
Days go by as they always did, but life will never be the same.
Emptiness lingers all around me.
Although, a new beginning for you.
when
life becomes
one long
prison sentence
all meaning
becomes
nothing
so Bob
took
his memories
and
a good strong
length of rope
and
quietly
s
l
i
p
p
e
d
thru
the bars
Whirlwind terror
Away to face the eternal.
Loved by family and friends but
Lost to us now.
Always remembered, taken too quick.
Clever fox left unfinished business
Ending life's journey too soon.
The Prick Of A Sting
Here We Go Let Go Sorrows
You're Good I Got Ya
Call Me First Thing 2marrow
Kiss On The Head I Love Ya
Quit My Job Life Change Bama
Should Have Never Left Bro's Dead
Bought a little gun today
Then tucked it safely away
Younger brother found it soon
Organs screaming and limbs strewn
Curse these memories
Making tears leak from a hidden spring
Remembering my brother with four legs
Murdered while i was away
By the opposing male
Rocks, my dear brother
Damn the dog to hell that put you to death
Angola Silence (Renku)
In a silent mood
Await the pure white horses
To draw the carriage
Someday comes my turn
Laid amidst the other graves
Angola will reign
Carry a brother
Dispense final dignity
In this place of pain
In the course of the events of man,
a boy grown old could never understand.
There was no more light, no more curl
in the events of an insect and a girl -
the boy, now gone, and the tot he couldn't save,
forgotten like a lonely firefly grave.
Here lies too great gentlemen, father and son.
Named after Edgar Alan Poe, so great a man was he.
But now, alas! They are now where Poe is,
There spirits having returned to God until that Glorious Day.
Underneath my fingerprints of sorrow,
Between his determined and swift disclosure,
Few are spiteful for the sake of compassion.
Wide-eyed noise pierces the remarkable silence
While everyone around breathes a tender apology,
As he lies, slumbering tranquilly.
Form:
We live upon
Our naked souls
Cradle thoughts
Beneath the light
We hear the pain
On sacred roles
Chaos brims over
Unwept night
We stand above
The dying never
Seeking that which
Has no end
We kill the truth
Undying clever
Pieces of a
Long lost friend.
You've felt the love of our mother's womb - sleeping to the lullabies of our father.
Oh big brother, how cruel has fate been to deny me the pleasure of meeting you.
I exist because you didn't, therefore, I promise to live the life you couldn't.
He was seeking rehabilitation from an addiction that due to heroine it had him a strangle hold and although we got him clean it still ended him, that's the price of heroine, a harsh mistress and unforgiving, which is how I lost my friend, who was just like my brother.
Rolling, heavy, grey-green clouds,
Overhead, in a circular motion
Tornado, forming upwards; fear
Your last thoughts, must have been terror
Your last emotion, uncontrolled fear
Train roaring in the sky
Wind, loudly blowing, pushing against life
I cover my ears and weep
At the end of this past night's dream, I came around the corner and saw into the kitchen, where Wilum was doing the dishes. I stood a moment paralyzed, realizing he was a ghost, as he turned and smiled at me. I said, "Oh. You came." I strode forth and hugged him tightly, and woke weeping.
For an aged brother, RIP.
His good ole days are still to be,
In football heaven, in eternity,
Looks at the face of the universe, does he,
He rewound his music, so country,
He got them all back, you see,
His wife, his old dog, his car, no needs,
Pray his good ole days are still to be.....
Today is a great man’s birthday
I wish he were here to know
That not a day goes ever by
That I don’t love him so
He means, not meant, the world to me
He’ll always be close by
So, brother, Matthew, in Heaven you are
Happy Birthday, I say, with teary eyes
born 3-5-61
deceased 5-30-93
I never thought I would have to say that my youngest brother passed away
A freak accident took his life
Always thought that I would die first.
Feeling numb and out of place
Can’t see anything but his face
Constantly missing and mourning him
Hoping to see him again someday
Rest in Peace- Michael
When I'm finally called and when I arrive
A tsunami of tears will befall my eyes
Standing there I'll see again my brother
Be so amidst in embracing smother
Where's dad I as I struggle with words
It's been so long his voice to be heard
We so wanting his embracing smother
Us back together, my father and brother
In my dream last night, Prophesied,
if I let him shut his eye for a second
He would fall into an eternal sleep
My brother on his bed was lying
tired and wary wanting some rest
I move on to his king size bed
lying beside with my hands wrapping him
for a minute he closed his eyes
and I was engulfed in my own loud cries
-ravikiran kasula
Musing for memories
Etched in back of mind
Mom I remember
Overbearing news
Reguarding brothers drowning
Inquiry stated caused by flashbacks from meth and herion
Eleven and didn't quite still understand
So I just prayed to God to forgive his lost soul
Memories Was My Topic
Tribute To My Brother Gary
{RIP}
Lost in a feeling,
Thinking of my friends.
Thoughts reeling,
When will this end?
Friends in war,
Endless conflict.
What is it for?
It just kills and raises debt.
For control of oil,
To stop mad men.
So much turmoil,
Why did this begin?
I wish they could come home,
My brothers and sisters in arms.
I know they feel alone,
I wish them well and free of harm.