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Bubs, Right now I know your mind is on Other things.  Trying to focus on important stuff like Homework and  Elder Scrolls Regardless, you are on my mind.
My little brother is obsessed with bananas.  He's twelve.  That makes it slightly less weird.    He calls ordinary people "Bob" when laughing and his current favorites "banana." 
It's as if I'm looking through a keyhole, the two of them silhouetted against a future bright. One looms large, admired, fedora tilted over one eye. The other?  Innocence, unaware of flaws in his hero.
Once upon a dead man’s dying wishMy war waging, a blade to my heartFriend’s we once called,I to youYou to IThen by what calamity bringsYou call to our loved ones,Justification, brittle
Dear Little Brothers and Sisters, When you have a relationshipKeep this in mind: Hold their hand,  to comfort themRaise your voice,in support of them
I love you bro I hope it shows I listen to all your music  I prefer acoustic  I know it makes you happy I know it sounds sappy I would take a bullet I would let it hit my gullet
He won't stop burping, he's constantly slurping. And he keeps chips in his closet.   He spills everything, and makes wierd grunts. But worst of all, we're related. 
As I sit here,Pondering what I would take,On a deserted island,For my life's sake.I can think but of one necessity,For me to survive,My brother is who I'd choose.We are lethal when together,
As I sit here,Pondering what I would take,On a deserted island,For my life's sake.I can think but of one necessity,For me to survive,My brother is who I'd choose.We are lethal when together,
Little feet scrambling across hard wood floors Pitter patter of fingers across computer keys Haunting notes of a bow across viola strings Laughing notes of a song to each other across empty space Fresh cookies being carried across the kitchen to s
Abracadabra alakazam! I think I was just given the most wonderful man. His eyes are blue, and he has such little feet. Now I know why little brothers are so neat.   Abracadabra alakazam!
As I contemplate all I know  There's one last thought that wants to grow   Who am I friend or foe   Knowing myself has never felt so low....      
Every day is another war, Another soul lost Another closed door And at what cost?
I was taken from my parents at age 5, I have to admit it was the saddest day of my life, My brothers would comfort me day and night,
1.  As the sun peaked through the shutter like an unwanted mister
1.  As the sun peaked through the shutter like an unwanted mister The trees sang their song in a wonderful whisper.
Today has been a rough day A tough day I came to Oregon for college
I've grown up around strong women. To be specific, I've been surrounded by strong black women. That doesnt make me strong though  This made it hard for me to find myself. I wanted to be like them 
Pure are tears,
Striving the derived blackened nightsWandering the
There are those who call you friend. There are those who call you besties. There are those who call you Ally.
This is my last performance for you my brothers so i am glad to be wearing this uniform one last time I'll drop and give you 20 coach so don't get so poached this is one weird poem for y'all
Fresh flesh bleeds upon the ancient grounds of history Flesh that isn't our own Those chunks of human life belong to our brothers and sisters born to delete the wrong doings of war sickened people. They fight.
  One of Two, Brilliant Miracles             Walk among lands of gold             Live life bold in new and old             Love and see a world with splendor
  Two of Two; Brothers beyond the End             Identical in image             Unique in minds             Connected beyond comprehension
If I could change one thing, it’d be this tall, intimidating fence. I’d tear it down and frolic away deliriously into the world that’s been waiting for me.
First of all hello, my name is Alexa and I will be writing a free style poem inspired by my anger and sadness from my little brother getting kicked out of our house.
Never thanked you for making things possible Never apologized for that day I made you cry Never understood what you were trying to say I was truly blind This isn't crap This is real
  Mother Earth  rejoices hymns of children cradled in branches birthed by her human mothers   Mother Earth rooted in pain endurer of vain bears blessing, sends prayer
The places I've beenThe things I've seenA loud soundA rocket inboundPeople of all ranks and genders and racesThey run away with tears on their facesNot bothering to help the living
I didn't ask for them They didn't ask for me I yell at them They yell at me I don't always like them They don't always like me Sometime we argue Sometimes I win Sometimes I don't
The Roller Coaster by Luke B.   I built a big roller coaster, I named it The Hulk. Excitement is packed in its humongous bulk. When I’m strapped to the chair, the wind blows my hair.
I didn't mean to notice you, but I did. When I tripped over my introduction, When my hand grazed yours, Or when I stared down into your ever changing iris. I didn't mean to, but I did.
What is wrong with the world?
Time enchants her victim, begs me near to sharp being… Wraps round frail shoulders as she tickles porcelain cheek.
My fear consumes me. I'm torn on the inside. Should I stay for you, Or can I run for me? I feel your soul filled eyes, Staring down and judging. After my past with you, How do I change me?
I am in pain, From my head to my chest, Nothing has changed, I always tried my best, But it did nothing, I don’t belong here, I am something, But I can’t shed a tear, I am in pain,
My knees are weak They begin to tremble From fear of deceit My body longed for home, that was calling for me. How did I get to this point ? I feel like I've lost all hope, stranded I was.
Through mushy puddles she wears a tranquil stare, Brows furrowed in ambition of getting there, Little steps, one by one, growing distant from the restrictions of mother’s arms,
It’s like he’s trapped in a cage. He’s building up rage Within the days He’s been spending in this place Where he’s stuck, Surrounded by his own thoughts and emotions That his demons brought
Your angel face is fast asleep, calm and perfect, in dreams so deep. That's the first time I saw you today... things would be different if it were my way. Softball keeps me out late at night
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