Brother Sister Poems | Examples
These Brother Sister poems are examples of Sister poems about Brother. These are the best examples of Sister Brother poems written by international poets.
When Mother died, the sky turned grey.
Stepmother wouldn't let me play -
so many bridges crossed.
When I was scared and lost,
Hansel always knew the way.
When Mom died, it was a lot to unpack
till sister got me back on track.
Stepmom was really mean.
Father's backbone, never seen.
Gretel always had my back.
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 -
events, a boy, light, a girl, gone.
inspired by "After Watching 'The Grave of the Fireflies'" , the poem, in double quotes by the author of this poem, the film, italicized, in single quotes, directed by Isao Takahata
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.
Inspired by "Oval Living" by CayCay Godwin
Wobbly teardrop poised to fall,
why do you have a Southern drawl?
And if I raise my eyes to look,
will I find you've grown into a brook
on a face that's all aquiver,
ruefully destined to be a river,
joining tears of sisters and brothers,
in life's ocean made by mothers.
snow loudly crunched
on my bittersweet walk
through yesteryear made memories
of my brother and me
in snowball wars
Grandparents we heed for years and always know
Elders mistakenly disparaged and derided
Welders of life why families are mended
Or whom we never had, to honor and yow
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 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?"
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.
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.'
Lois looked super dainty and delicate
With lace collars and tiny white linen gloves
Shiny patent leather shoes and pink ruffles
she sat as if on a throne, a little princess
Her three brothers knew better.
They called her the lava flinging volcano
When they riled her, she gave better than she got
She was a terror, cloaked in a little girl costume
A sly Sunday smile
Shadows hide between
Words so soupy
Some starving sister surely sips
Yet this brother’s lips
Serves spanks
That can’t plant peace
Jerks that don’t move deep
Inside where soul resides
Pretending to care with flare
So fabulous to view
It’s like a silent movie
As he talks to you
He pretends to be
A big man with cheese
We all know and love him
This mama boy thief
Who could be king
If he’d only be
And stop fronting
Brothers and sisters are born to fight
over who’s always wrong and who's never right
They drink this propensity in with their mother’s milk ~
for she and her husband bang heads every night
Firecrackers will ever crack,
And you will always have my back.
Do you think, when we took that car,
We might have gone a bit too far?
I don't think when you drove that loop,
We went too far with the coupe.
Anyway, there's no way to prove -
You see, the tires did not move.
We need not be doing time -
Dancing to Dorsey is no crime.
Tires not moving, it was hearsay -
No crime to dance to Jimmy Dorsey.
I could say the very same
Of dancing to Harry James.
I like Glen Miller! D'ya know a
Place we can do the Balboa?
Country bike rides, sharing clothes -
What wonderful times were those!
We shared them with our kid brother
Who hit one pitch after another.
Just three kids out in the sticks -
Edie, Esther, Buddy Hicks.