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The bond we share with our brother is unique. When words fall short of expressing your love to him, you can take inspiration from some sweet brother poems to convey it. A brother is the one who knows all about you and has watched you grow. He always has your back and can do anything to protect you. So express your appreciation for all his little gestures and the memories that you’ve shared since childhood. In this post, we bring you a collection of poems for brothers to remind them of the siblinghood you share and that you always have their back. Read on.
75+ Poems About Brother
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Below is the extraordinary collection of sister and brother poems that beautifully depict the relationship.
1. Brother And Sister
I cannot choose but think upon the time
When our two lives grew like two buds that kiss
At lightest thrill from the bee’s swinging chime,
Because the one so near the other is.
He was the elder and a little man
Of forty inches, bound to show no dread,
And I the girl that puppy-like now ran,
Now lagged behind my brother’s larger tread.
I held him wise, and when he talked to me
Of snakes and birds, and which God loved the best,
I thought his knowledge marked the boundary
Where men grew blind, though angels knew the rest.
If he said ‘Hush!’I tried to hold my breath;
Wherever he said ‘Come!’I stepped in faith.
—George Eliot
2. Growing Up
Growing up, I was always to blame
You just sat and smiled all the same.
No matter what I did
You always blamed “the kid.”
And in the middle of the night.
You would sneak around and give me a fright.
And there were times when I would hide.
And you would look for me high and wide.
And you always loved the snow.
You made snowmen just for show.
You always did well on the tests.
You were smarter than the rest.
And as a teenager, you thought you were cool.
The girls would look at you and drool.
I would roll my eyes and sigh.
If they only knew, they would cry.
Oh, the memories of so long ago
Yes, when we were kids, we didn’t know.
What great friends we would be
As we got older and more crazy!
So you, my dear brother, I have a bond.
Of you, I have grown so fond.
You’re the best brother a girl could have
Even if you almost drove me mad!
—Catherine Pulsifer
3. A Brother Dear
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Happy Birthday to a brother who is dear
As you read this, I can see your grin ear to ear.
Yes, it is me, your sister saying your dear.
Did you ever think those words you would hear?
But, you, my brother, you’re the best.
Your age shows you’re reaching the crest.
It’s over the hill for you now.
So let your sister please allow
A song I want to sing for you
Siblings, we will always be, that’s true.
And with the age, you are now at
It’s okay, you’re a little fat.
All joking aside, I wish you a Happy Day.
May you enjoy it in every way
We want you to know we are always there.
And for you, we do care!
—Catherine Pulsifer
4. My Brother
My brother,
is a wonderful guy.
Even though
he’s a little bit shy
My brother,
is a wonderful guy.
He’s funny and smart,
I cannot deny.
He understands,
the art of the of persuasion.
And is ready to use it,
at every occasion.
He’s one of those guys,
that is interesting and unique.
With his original style,
he’s one cool geek.
Always determined,
to achieve any goal.
Blesses so many,
with his beautiful soul.
My brother,
is a wonderful guy.
I love him a lot,
I’m not gonna lie.
5. Born Brothers
Equality is absolute or no.
Nothing between can stand. We are the sons
Of the same sire, or madness breaks and runs
Through the rude world. Ridiculous our woe
If single pity does not love it. So
Our separate fathers love us. No man shuns
His poorest child’s embrace. We are the sons
Of such, or ground and sky are soon to go.
Nor do born brothers judge, as good or ill,
Their being. Each consents and is the same,
Or suddenly sweet winds turn into flame
And floods are on us—fire, earth, water, air
All hideously parted, as his will
Withdraws, no longer fatherly and there.
— Mark Van Doren
6. Brother, Oh Brother
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Brother, oh brother, where would I be without you
Over the years, you have helped me in all I do.
You have been an encourager and a big fan.
In my opinion, you’re the best in the clan!
You are always willing to lend a hand.
And you always had time to listen and understand
Brothers like you are far and few.
What would I ever do without you?
We have shared many tears.
Over the past years
But also we have had more.
Fun times galore!
Siblings we are, but now best friends
I will always be here for you to the end.
I just want to say thank you, my brother,
There truly is no other!
— Catherine Pulsifer
7. Wonderful Brother
You’re my wonderful brother,
that I truly admire.
You encourage me,
and easily inspire.
You’re one of those people,
I could always rely.
You’d comfort me, my confidant,
when I felt sorrow and cry.
On those days,
I just needed to talk.
You’d stick around,
listen, not walk.
Whenever I was in trouble,
or simply just stuck.
I could depend on you,
had no need for luck.
I’m always excited,
for the moments we share.
A brother like you,
is definitely rare.
For being my brother,
and for being there.
I’m infinitely grateful,
I love you and care.
8. My Big Brother
You taught me much, but this I don’t know,
How to let you go, as you had to go.
You left me, no choice, it seems,
Missing your voice, my dreams.
“I Love You” unsaid, it stings,
Before you took flight on angel’s wings.
One wish, “Goodbye,” my heart’s quest,
In my love for you, I’m forever blessed.
— Unknown
9. A Brother Is
A brother is cars and trucks
Some would say he is a roughneck.
A brother is snakes and bugs
But one who always gives a hug.
A brother is a big tease
But also likes to please.
A brother is a best friend
And will stand by you until the end
You, my brother, are one of a kind
You are the best, that I remind!
Love you always, no matter what
I send you this message from my heart.
— Catherine Pulsifer
10. Blame
After my mother died,
I cared for my younger brother
for weeks,
did laundry, rode my bicycle
to the supermarket,
used gift certificates
the neighborhood had given us
at the funeral
to buy detergent
and dinner.
It was April, and I
dressed my brother,
made sure he bathed
and we walked to the school bus together
like we did every morning
before the accident.
At night, I slept in my mother’s bed.
Although I heard the bird crying
I never went into the office
to feed him.
When he died, I wrapped him
in a plastic bag
and placed him
at the bottom of the burn barrel
where my mother would burn the leaves
we raked from the yard
every fall. I remember those nights
in October, the embers would float up
and my brother and I,
on the old swing set,
would try to catch
the ashes
in our hands.
— Macaulay Glynn, poets.org
11. Never Ending Rain
You had to go and that is understood.
Things just weren’t right here for you.
The feeling you have given me
Has left me alone, standing alone.
I’m almost certain that you can see.
During your absence it has given me time
To think of ways I can escape this.
To run away from the pain.
Nothing ever seems to work
It’s almost like a never ending rain.
With you there and me here standing alone
I worry for the day to come
The day when we are further apart
You won’t be there in the coming year,
To help me through things, but you’ll be in my heart.
There is also a fear of being detached,
Of being separate for so long.
We have progressed through the years.
The times we have shared merely brightened my day
And now all I can do is shed the tears.
The hurt that I am feeling right now,
I know that you can feel it inside.
But I want you to remember that once it’s through,
You’ll always be my big brother,
Someone whom I will forever look up to.
— Kristi Maxim, allpoetry.com
12. My Brother’s Bear
My baby brother has a bear
that travels with him everywhere.
He never lets the bear from sight.
He hugs it in his crib at night.
And when my brother’s diaper smells,
the name of the bear is what he yells—
which is a clever thing to do
because my brother named it Pooh.
– Bruce Lansky, poetryfoundation.org
13. My Big Brother
I watch everything you do
You’re my hero that is true
I love your laughter and your smile
You always make me feel worthwhile.
Sure, you teased me but I always knew
I could always count on you.
You always watched out for me
Together we could be so silly.
If everyone had a brother like you
The world would be a better place too
Thank you for being there for me
I love you big brother, you are extraordinary!
— Catherine Pulsifer
‘I Love You Brother’ Poems
14. Brother, Oh Brother
Brother, oh brother, where would I be without you
Over the years you have helped me in all I do.
You have been an encourager and a big fan
In my opinion, you’re the best in the clan!
You are always willing to lend a hand
And you always had time to listen and understand
Brothers like you are far and few
What would I ever do without you?
We have shared many tears
Over the past years
But also we have had more
Fun times galore!
Siblings we are, but now best friends
I will always be here for you to the end.
I just want to say thank you, my brother,
There truly is no other!
—Catherine Pulsifer
15. My Loving Brother
You’re my wonderful brother,
and I love you so dearly.
I speak from the heart,
with truth and sincerely.
You’ve always been there,
as a listener and pal.
You’re one of the rare ones,
I could always depend..
With your words and time,
you’re honest and kind.
You’ve helped guide my way,
those times I’ve been blind.
My loving brother,
I do love you, and I do care,
I’m looking forward,
to all those moments we’ll share.
—Unknown
16. If Any
If any little love of mine
May make life the sweeter,
If any little care of mine
May make a friend’s the fleeter,
If any lift of mine may ease
A toiler bending,
God give me love and care, and strength,
We live by him for lending.
— Unknown
17. To My Brother George
Many the wonders I this day have seen:
The sun, when first he kist away the tears
That fill’d the eyes of morn;—the laurel’d peers
Who from the feathery gold of evening lean;—
The ocean with its vastness, its blue green,
Its ships, its rocks, its caves, its hopes, its fears,—
Its voice mysterious, which whoso hears
Must think on what will be, and what has been.
E’en now, dear George, while this for you I write,
Cynthia is from her silken curtains peeping
So scantly, that it seems her bridal night,
And she her half-discover’d revels keeping.
But what, without the social thought of thee,
Would be the wonders of the sky and sea?
— John Keats
18. Where Did The Years Go
Where did the years go
It seems like so long ago!
We were kids and teased each other so
We would play and have fun in the snow.
We would play tricks and giggle
And we would dance like a wiggle
Where did the years go
It seems like so long ago!
Now here you another birthday
And you have gone a bit gray
But hey my brother that is okay
As we still love you every day!
— Catherine Pulsifer
19. Brother And Sister
“SISTER, sister, go to bed!
Go and rest your weary head.”
Thus the prudent brother said.
“Do you want a battered hide,
Or scratches to your face applied?”
Thus his sister calm replied.
“Sister, do not raise my wrath.
I’d make you into mutton broth
As easily as kill a moth”
The sister raised her beaming eye
And looked on him indignantly
And sternly answered, “Only try!”
Off to the cook he quickly ran.
“Dear Cook, please lend a frying-pan
To me as quickly as you can.”
And wherefore should I lend it you?”
“The reason, Cook, is plain to view.
I wish to make an Irish stew.”
“What meat is in that stew to go?”
“My sister’ll be the contents!”
“Oh”
“You’ll lend the pan to me, Cook?”
“No!”
Moral: Never stew your sister.
— Lewis Carroll
20. My Brothers
While I make rhymes my brother John
Makes shiny shoes which dames try on,
And finding to their fit and stance
They buy and wear with elegance;
But mine is quite another tale,–
For song there is no sale.
My brother Tom a tailor shop
Is owner of, and ladies stop
To try the models he has planned,
And richly pay, I understand:
Yet not even a dingy dime
Can I make with my rhyme.
My brother Jim sells stuff to eat
Like trotters, tripe and sausage meat.
I dare not by his window stop,
Lest he should offer me a chop;
For though a starving bard I be,
To hell, say I, with charity!
My brothers all are proud of purse,
But though my poverty I curse,
I would not for a diadem
Exchange my lowly lot with them:
A garret and a crust for me,
And reams and dreams of Poetry.
— Robert William Service
21. Brothers
How lovely the elder brother’s
Life all laced in the other’s,
Lóve-laced!—what once I well
Witnessed; so fortune fell.
When Shrovetide, two years gone,
Our boys’ plays brought on
Part was picked for John,
Young Jóhn: then fear, then joy
Ran revel in the elder boy.
Their night was come now; all
Our company thronged the hall;
Henry, by the wall,
Beckoned me beside him:
I came where called, and eyed him
By meanwhiles; making my play
Turn most on tender byplay.
For, wrung all on love’s rack,
My lad, and lost in Jack,
Smiled, blushed, and bit his lip;
Or drove, with a diver’s dip,
Clutched hands down through clasped knees—
Truth’s tokens tricks like these,
Old telltales, with what stress
He hung on the imp’s success.
Now the other was bráss-bóld:
Hé had no work to hold
His heart up at the strain;
Nay, roguish ran the vein.
Two tedious acts were past;
Jack’s call and cue at last;
When Henry, heart-forsook,
Dropped eyes and dared not look.
Eh, how áll rúng!
Young dog, he did give tongue!
But Harry—in his hands he has flung
His tear-tricked cheeks of flame
For fond love and for shame.
Ah Nature, framed in fault,
There ‘s comfort then, there ‘s salt;
Nature, bad, base, and blind,
Dearly thou canst be kind;
There dearly thén, deárly,
I’ll cry thou canst be kind.
— Gerard Manley Hopkins
22. Brother and Sister
The shorn moon trembling indistinct on her path,
Frail as a scar upon the pale blue sky,
Draws towards the downward slope: some sorrow hath
Worn her down to the quick, so she faintly fares
Along her foot-searched way without knowing why
She creeps persistent down the sky’s long stairs.
Some day they see, though I have never seen,
The dead moon heaped within the new moon’s arms;
For surely the fragile, fine young thing had been
Too heavily burdened to mount the heavens so.
But my heart stands still, as a new, strong dread alarms
Me; might a young girl be heaped with such shadow of woe?
Since Death from the mother moon has pared us down to the quick,
And cast us forth like shorn, thin moons, to travel
An uncharted way among the myriad thick
Strewn stars of silent people, and luminous litter
Of lives which sorrows like mischievous dark mice chavel
To nought, diminishing each star’s glitter,
Since Death has delivered us utterly, naked and white,
Since the month of childhood is over, and we stand alone,
Since the beloved, faded moon that set us alight
Is delivered from us and pays no heed though we moan
In sorrow, since we stand in bewilderment, strange
And fearful to sally forth down the sky’s long range.
We may not cry to her still to sustain us here,
We may not hold her shadow back from the dark.
Oh, let us here forget, let us take the sheer
Unknown that lies before us, bearing the ark
Of the covenant onwards where she cannot go.
Let us rise and leave her now, she will never know.
— David Herbert Lawrence
23. Beloved Brother
To my beloved brother, dear and true,
I wish to share these feelings with you.
My love is constant, both day and night,
In every weather, your smile is my light.
I cherish you when joy fills your eyes,
And in moments of sorrow, I empathize.
Whether outdoors or by fireside’s glow,
My love for you continues to grow.
Awake or in dreams, my love stays near,
In every moment, my sentiment is clear.
What I’m expressing, undeniably true,
Is that I LOVE YOU, forever and through.
Always and eternal, in my heart’s embrace,
You hold a cherished, enduring space.
— Anonymous
24. For My Brother, From Your Sister
For My Brother,
I will fight through my tears
and tear down my sadness.
I won’t let them stall out my life.
I will fight through my fears
and knock out my anger.
I won’t let them ruin my life.
I will recall our years
and remember you with joy.
I’ll let your death be a part of my life.
From,
Your Sister
— Michele Meleen
25. First Love, Lost Love: My Brother.
From the same womb,
we burst forth;
4 years apart,
and you came last.
The moment my eyes laid rest on you,
I knew I’d found my love so true.
The innocence within your soul,
shown from your eyes with such a glow.
The years went past,
and friends we were;
Through all the moves,
we, as one, endured.
I tended all wounds, and cherished you so,
never knowing,
someday you would go.
Go in heart, go in mind, go in spirit,
I cannot find,
the words to say the grief I feel,
When you’re not here; I feel unreal.
I’ve begged you, pleaded, shouted, cried;
felt as though my self has died.
Still, you stay so far away,
not a word, nor thought to say.
The joys forgotten,
the smiles, like fruit,
now rotten….
The love dissolved,
not to be resolved,
and never solved,
this mystery.
I did my best,
you must know that.
for in your heart,
I live.
Now the days grow shorter still,
and someday soon we leave this earth,
Not like the joyous day of birth.
I want to share these days with you,
our troubles, joys, and our blood bond through.
I did my BEST,
you have decided the rest,
and left me to ride,
the crest,
of this unholy wave,
of departure from you.
Mercy, for my imagined sins,
Mercy for my imagined sins,
Mercy for my imagined sins….
Only you and I came forth from the same mother,
Only you and I can be called sister and brother,
Only you and I can help each other,
Only YOU, and I.
—Kathleen Thorn
26. To My Guide, My Brother
You are a beacon of light in my life.
A love-filled light in the deepest night.
Throughout happiness and sadness,
You support me in both victories and defeats.
Oh my brother, you are the true anchor of my heart.
We will weather every storm with you by our side.
27. A Bond Beyond The Passage of Time
Despite our differences we bear the same roots,
Together in spirit and in heart forever.
Through the joy of youth and the dreams of adulthood,
Our relationship only appears to get stronger.
My dear brother, there are no limits to my love for you.
Our bond is worth more than any treasure.
28. Reminders of the Past
Our laughter echoes the memories we share,
Knowing you’re always there gives me comfort and strength.
You’ve been my shield through every thick and thins
You never allowed me to give up on life’s immense challenges.
My love for you is strong and deep.
A lasting, unbreakable tie that serves as a reminder of the past.
29. The Secret Keeper
Through many shared dreams and whispered secrets,
You have been my steadfast companion.
Every hardship and every tear shed,
You have always been the voice of reason.
My affection for you, brother, is sincere and unwavering.
A connection that time cannot sever.
‘I Miss You Brother’ Poems
30. Brother
Brother,
oh brother.
Brother, can’t you see,
you’re tearing me apart.
Brother, won’t you see,
this war beats on my heart.
Brother, please remember,
when we were once one.
Brother, please remember,
all the songs we’ve sung.
Brother, oh brother,
can we still be friends?
Brother, of brother,
this can’t be the end.
Brother, have we lost,
everything we had.
Brother, can we erase,
all that has gone bad.
Brother, have we killed,
all our brotherhood.
Never thought you’d hate me,
never thought you would.
Brother, oh brother,
can we still be friends?
Brother, of brother,
this can’t be the end.
Brother, oh brother,
we will never be friends.
Brother, oh brother,
this will be the end.
—Barry Andrew Pietrantonio
31. Big Brother
Big brother, how I loved you
Big brother, why did you leave
Big brother, you promised you’d stay
Big brother, you never came back
Big brother, I was supposed to go first
Big brother, they still need you
Big brother, I still need you
Big brother, you promised me you’d be here
Big brother, no one else will understand me
Big brother who will be here for me
Big brother, our plans will never be the same
Big brother, no one can fill the gap you left me
Big brother, you’re no longer tan
Big brother, you’re no longer warm
Big brother, you no longer move
Big brother, you no longer make me smile
Big brother, they say you’re never coming back
Big brother, I know their wrong, you promised
Big brother, you bгоке your promise
Big brother you left me, lifeless, just like you…
—Chandler Darlingz
32. His Journey’s Just Begun
Don’t think of him as gone away
his journey’s just begun,
life holds so many facets
this earth is only one.
Just think of him as resting
from the sorrows and the tears
in a place of warmth and comfort
where there are no days and years.
Think how he must be wishing
that we could know today
how nothing but our sadness
can really pass away.
And think of him as living
in the hearts of those he touched…
for nothing loved is ever lost
and he was loved so much.
— Ellen Brenneman
33. Brother
I had a little brother
And I brought him to my mother
And I said I want another
Little brother for a change.
But she said don’t be a bother
So I took him to my father
And I said this little bother
Of a brother’s very strange.
But he said one little brother
Is exactly like another
And every little brother
Misbehaves a bit he said.
So I took the little bother
From my mother and my father
And I put the little bother
Of a brother back to bed.
— Mary Ann Hoberman, poetryfoundation.org
34. My baby brother
While I sit in my room,
You are down the stairs.
Father is yelling and blaming you.
You don’t know how to feel.
Your voice is trembling.
I know you’re about to cry.
I want to shout
And shove him away.
But it wouldn’t change a thing.
After your “talk” to
You stumble up the stairs.
You’ll go to bed and
Cry quite hard,
Missing your sweet mother.
I was there, open armed
To give a goodnight hug.
I whisper that I love you.
And I hear your honest reply.
I’ll always love my brother.
I’ll keep him within sight.
— Cole
Brother Poems That Make You Cry
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35. Brother, Brother, What Can I Say?
Brother, Brother, what have you done?
You have gone up the stairs to be God’s son.
Your voice still echoes in my heart
your smile drives away macabre thoughts.
Brother, brother, why did you take leave
when evil saw you as too naive;
Isn’t it true that death is an inevitable end,
and that you can’t escape the strange trajectory.
Brother, brother don’t consider me selfish,
I didn’t talk to you, sorry, I was foolish.
I want to express my sadness
But I don’t know why I can’t get any tears.
Brother, maybe life has trained me that way,
to stay unshakable when emotions neigh.
The peace your face shows comforts me
as your soul’s mirror is the face only.
But your soul has gone back to its origin
your face doesn’t matter; you were
of treachery and obstacles and life’s hidden traps
just relax near that power and watch over us.
Brother, your presence is much more now,
you might have gone high and low,
surfing the seas, jumping the clouds;
disguising as nature’s unknown wonders.
Brother, brother, you don’t have a race,
you are the same as a rainbow’s haze,
or the light falling on the cascades,
or the wind that comforted me this evening.
Brother, I know there is destiny
and that nature doesn’t judge justly.
When your heart slowed its beat,
did you wish something?
All I can do is surmise
Because death always lies
that’s how it manipulates its victims
only the Angel of death shall listen to your last whisper.
Your soul will be the same as other beings
we are just animals; the earth always spins.
Brother, it gives you a day
But, never reveals what will succeed.
Happiness is always followed by sadness
success by failures
birth by death
chance by hard-work.
It’s not what you do in life that mounts respect;
instead, it’s the display of gratitude when help’s bereft.
That makes you remembered and loved.
Death itself is a miracle, never sanctioning a fair chance.
You make promises, my dear brother,
The bringer of end never bothers.
The steps you made created life’s
without any soul, even knowing.
Dear brother, your fragments go back to the Earth
Your soul to the spinning fire hearth.
Absorbing all the energy like a magnet.
You shall take a new life form, I believe.
Like all the loved ones I have lost
you’ll be my protector, not eternal to the past.
Sorry, brother, my breath will be air one day.
And I will be where you are anyway.
— Susan Jacob
Quick tip36. To His Dying Brother, Master William Herrick
Life of my life, take not so soon thy flight,
But stay the time till we have bade good-night.
Thou hast both wind and tide with thee; thy way.
As soon dispatch’dis by the night as day.
Let us not then so rudely henceforth go.
Till we have wept, kiss’d, sigh’d, shook hands, or so.
There’s pain in parting and a kind of hell.
When once true lovers take their last farewell.
What? shall we two our endless leaves take here
Without a sad look or a solemn tear?
He knows not love that hath not this truth proved,
Love is most loth to leave the thing beloved.
Pay we our vows and go; yet when we part,
Then, even then, I will bequeath my heart.
Into thy loving hands; for I’ll keep none.
To warm my breast, when thou, my pulse, art gone,
No, here I’ll last, and walk, a harmless shade,
About this urn, wherein thy dust is laid,
To guard it so, as nothing here shall be
Heavy, to hurt those sacred seeds of thee.
—Robert Herrick
37. Advice To My Best Brother
Frank, wil’tlive unhandsomely? trust not too far
Thy self to waving seas: for what thy star,
Calculated by sure event, must be,
Look in the glassy-epithete, and see.
Yet settle here your rest, and take your state,
And in calm halcyon’s nest ev’nbuild your fate;
Pretheelye down securely, Frank, and keep
With as much no noise, the inconstant deep
As its inhabitants; nay, steadfast stand,
As if discover’dwere a New-found-land,
Fit for plantation here. Dream, dream still,
Lull’din Dione’s cradle; dream, until
Horror awake your sense, and you now find
Your self a bubbled pastime for the wind;
And in loose Thetis blankets torn and tossed.
Frank, to undo thy self, why art at cost?
Nor be too confident, fix’don the shore:
For even that too borrows from the store.
Of her rich neighbor, since now wisest know.
(And this to Galileo’s judgment ow),
The palsies earth itself is every jot.
As frail, inconstant, waving, as that blot.
We lay upon the deep that sometimes lies.
Chang’d, you would think, with’s bottoms properties;
But this eternal, strange Ixion’s wheel.
Of giddy earth ne’er whirling leaves to reel,
Till all things are inverted, till they are
Turn’dto that antic confus’dstate they were.
Who loves the golden mean, doth safely want
A cobwebb’dcot and wrongs entail’dupon’t;
He richly needs a pallace for to breed.
Vipers and moths, that on their feeder feed;
The toy that we (too true) a mistress call,
Whose looking-glass and feather weighs up all;
And cloaths which larks would play within the sun,
That mock him in the night when’s course is run.
To rear an edifice by art so high,
That envy should not reach it with her eye,
Nay, with a thought, come near it. Wouldst thou know,
How such a structure should be raised, build low.
The blust’ringwinds invisible rough stroak
More often shakes the stubborn’st, prop’restoak;
And in proud turrets, we behold withal,
‘Tisthe imperial top declines to fall:
Nor does Heav’n’s lightning strike the humble vales,
But high-aspiring mounts batters and scales.
A breast of proof defies all shocks of Fate,
Fears in the best hopes in worser state;
Heaven forbid that, as of old, time ever.
Flourish’din spring so contrary, now never.
That mighty breath, which blew foul Winter hither,
Can eas’lypuffe it to a fairer weather.
Why dost despair then, Frank? Aeolus has
A Zephyrus as well as Boreas.
‘Tisa false sequel, solecism ‘gainstthose
Precepts by fortune giv’nus, to suppose
That, ’causeit is now ill, ’t will ere be so;
Apollo doth not always bend his bow;
But oft, uncrowned of his beams divine,
With his soft harp awakes the sleeping Nine.
In strictest things, magnanimous appear,
Greater in hope, however thy fate, then fear:
Draw all your sails in quickly, though no storm
Threaten your ruine with a sad alarm;
For tell me how they differ, tell me, pray,
A cloudy tempest and a too fair day?
—Richard Lovelace
38. To My Brother
Give me your hand, my brother, search my face;
Look in these eyes lest I should think of shame;
For we have made an end of all things base.
We are returning by the road we came.
Your lot is with the ghosts of soldiers dead,
And I am in the field where men must fight.
But in the gloom, I see your laurell’d head.
And through your victory, I shall win the light.
—Siegfried Sassoon
39. Brothers
Saddled with you for the afternoon, me and Paul
ambled across the threadbare field to the bus stop,
talking over Sheffield Wednesday’s chances in the Cup
while you skipped beside us in your ridiculous tank-top,
spouting six-year-old views on Rotherham United.
Suddenly you froze, said you hadn’t any bus fare.
I sighed, said you should go and ask Mum
and while you windmilled home, I looked at Paul.
His smile, like mine, said I was nine, and he was ten
and we must stroll the town, doing what grown-ups do.
As a bus crested the hill, we chased Olympic Gold.
Looking back, I saw you spring towards the gate,
your hand holding out what must have been a coin.
I ran on, unable to close the distance I’d set in motion.
—Andrew Forster
40. In Memory of My Brother
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So much sorrow,
with infinite pain,
The emotions inside,
I could never explain.
My brother has left,
as I stand here and cry.
My burning tears,
are asking me why.
I’ll cherish those memories,
both of us shared.
He was a person,
that genuinely cared.
I miss him so much,
just can’t say goodbye,
I know he’d want me,
to keep my head up real high.
I loved him so much,
my brother and dear friend,
I wish I could wake,
and this nightmare would end.
But now I must let him,
just rest in peace
His memory and image,
I shall never release.
41. Your Spirit
I know that no matter what
You will always be with me.
When life separates us
I’ll know it is only your soul.
Saying goodbye to your body
But your spirit will be with me always.
When I see a bird chirping on a nearby branch
I will know it is you singing to me.
When a butterfly brushes gently by me so carefreely
I will know it is you, assuring me you are free from pain.
When the gentle fragrance of a flower catches my attention
I will know it is you reminding me.
To appreciate the simple things in life.
When the sun shining through my window awakens me
I will feel the warmth of your love.
When I hear the rain pitter-patter against my window sill
I will hear your words of wisdom.
And will remember what you taught me so well.’
That without rain, trees cannot grow.
Without rain, flowers cannot bloom.
Without life’s challenges, I cannot grow strong.
When I look out to the sea
I will think of your endless love for your family.
When I think of mountains, their majesty, and magnificence
I will think of your courage for your country.
No matter where I am
Your spirit will be beside me.
For I know that no matter what
You will always be with me.
– Tram-Tiara T. Von Reichenbach
42. In My Mind
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Somewhere in my dreams tonight
I’ll see you standing there.
You look at me with a smile.
“Life isn’t always fair.”
You say you were chosen for his garden.
His preciously hand-picked bouquet
“God really needed me,
That’s why I couldn’t stay.”
It’s said to be that angels.
Are sent from above
I’ve always had my angel.
My brother – whose heart was filled with love
Wherever the ocean meets the sky
There will be memories of you, and I
When I look up at the sky so blue
All I see are visions of you.
“While there’s a heart in me, you’ll be a part of me.”
—Jenn Farrell
43. God’s Garden
God looked around his garden and found an empty place.
He then looked down upon the Earth and saw your tired face.
He put his arms around you and lifted you to rest.
With the help of his angels, they flew you to your heavenly place.
God’s garden must be beautiful; he always takes the best.
He knew you were suffering; he knew you were in pain.
He knew that you would never get well on Earth again.
He saw the road was getting rough and the hills too hard to climb.
He closed your weary eyelids And whispered, “Peace Be Thine.”
It broke our hearts to lose you, but you didn’t go alone.
For part of us went with you the day God called you home.
— Melissa Shreve
44. A Better Place
This world would be a better place.
If we forgave each other and gave some grace
When others do wrong, we are quick to blame
But many times, we are the same.
Brotherhood of man can be
A realization can’t you see.
Helping each other, lending a hand
Rather than anger and demands.
Rather than judge each other
We should act more like brothers.
Loving one another changes things
And peace to the world it would bring.
—Catherine Pulsifer
45. His Peaceful Grave
Our brother lives with us in memory.
Before our eyes, he grew weaker every day.
Doing all we could to save him.
Until God took him away
Never shall his memory fade
Our sweetest love lingers.
Forever round his peaceful grave.
— Unknown
46. Dear Brother, Your Memory Will Never Fade
My dear Brother, now that you are gone.
You’re no longer here to share
The bond we had together –
A bond of love and care.
Yet, somehow something tells me.
You are watching over me –
Now that from Worldly cares.
You finally are free.
I miss you so very much,
And my tears, I cannot hide.
Yet, within my heart, I feel.
You are always by my side.
Ever since you went away
Life has never been the same.
Yet, it comforts me to know.
That one day, we’ll meet again.
— Unknown
47. In Our Minds
We stand motionless,
consumed in grief.
Sorrow has arrived,
with smiles thief.
We’re gathered here,
to mourn and cry.
Our questions pointing,
at the clear blue sky.
Why did you go,
why did you leave,
Life without you,
is so hard to conceive.
Our hearts are damaged,
and scarred severely.
We shall miss you,
much more than dearly.
For having you in our lives,
we’ve all been blessed.
But now the time has arrived,
for you to rest.
We promise to cherish,
our memories of you.
You shall live in our minds,
and all that we do.
—Unknown
48. In Memory of a Special Brother
Today is full of memories
of a brother laid to rest
and every single one of them
is filled with happiness.
For you were someone special
always such a joy to know
and there was so much pain
when it was time to let you go
That’s why this special message
is sent to heaven above
for the angels to take care of you
and give you all my love
– Unknown
49. The Broken Chain
We little knew the day that.
God was going to call your name.
In life, we loved you dearly,
In death, we do the same.
It broke our hearts to lose you.
But you didn’t go alone.
For part of us went with you.
The day God called you home.
You left us peaceful memories.
Your love is still our guide,
And though we cannot see you.
You are always at our side.
Our family chain is broken
and nothing seems the same,
but as God calls us one by one
the chain will link again.
—Ron Tranmer
50. My Brother
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As kids, we lived together.
We fought, we laughed, we cried.
We did not always show the love,
that we both had inside.
We shared our dreams and plans,
and some secrets too.
All the memories we share,
Is what bonds me now to you.
We grew to find we have a love
that is very strong today.
It’s a love shared by our family and relatives,
that will never fade away.
You are my brother not by choice,
but by the nature of our birth
I could not have chosen a better one
you were the best on earth.
— Unknown
51. Long Years
Long years have left their writing on my brow,
But yet the freshness and the dew-fed beam
Of those young mornings are about me now,
When we two wandered toward the far-off stream
With rod and line. Our basket held a store
Baked for us only, and I thought with joy
That I should have my share, though he had more,
Because he was the elder and a boy.
The firmaments of daisies since to me
Have had those mornings in their opening eyes,
The bunchèd cowslip’s pale transparency
Carries that sunshine of sweet memories,
And wild-rose branches take their finest scent
From those blest hours of infantine content.
—George Eliot
52. Our Mother
Our mother bade us keep the trodden ways,
Stroked down my tippet, set my brother’s frill,
Then with the benediction of her gaze
Clung to us lessening, and pursued us still
Across the homestead to the rookery elms,
Whose tall old trunks had each a grassy mound,
So rich for us, we counted them as realms
With varied products: here were earth-nuts found,
And here the Lady-fingers in deep shade;
Here sloping toward the Moat the rushes grew,
The large to split for pith, the small to braid;
While over all the dark rooks cawing flew,
And made a happy strange solemnity,
A deep-toned chant from life unknown to me.
—George Eliot
53. Our Brown Canal
Our brown canal was endless to my thought;
And on its banks I sat in dreamy peace,
Unknowing how the good I loved was wrought,
Untroubled by the fear that it would cease.
Slowly the barges floated into view
Rounding a grassy hill to me sublime
With some Unknown beyond it, whither flew
The parting cuckoo toward a fresh spring time.
The wide-arched bridge, the scented elder-flowers,
The wondrous watery rings that died too soon,
The echoes of the quarry, the still hours
With white robe sweeping-on the shadeless noon,
Were but my growing self, are part of me,
My present Past, my root of piety.
—George Eliot
54. Those Long Days
Those long days measured by my little feet
Had chronicles which yield me many a text;
Where irony still finds an image meet
Of full-grown judgments in this world perplex.
One day my brother left me in high charge,
To mind the rod, while he went seeking bait,
And bade me, when I saw a nearing barge,
Snatch out the line lest he should come too late.
Proud of the task, I watched with all my might
For one whole minute, till my eyes grew wide,
Till sky and earth took on a strange new light
And seemed a dream-world floating on some tide –
A fair pavilioned boat for me alone
Bearing me onward through the vast unknown.
—George Eliot
55. The Barge’s Pitch-Black Prow
But sudden came the barge’s pitch-black prow,
Nearer and angrier came my brother’s cry,
And all my soul was quivering fear, when lo!
Upon the imperilled line, suspended high,
A silver perch! My guilt that won the prey,
Now turned to merit, had a guerdon rich
Of songs and praises, and made merry play,
Until my triumph reached its highest pitch
When all at home were told the wondrous feat,
And how the little sister had fished well.
In secret, though my fortune tasted sweet,
I wondered why this happiness befell.
‘The little lass had luck,’ the gardener said:
And so I learned, luck was with glory wed.
—George Eliot
56. Self-Same World
We had the self-same world enlarged for each
By loving difference of girl and boy:
The fruit that hung on high beyond my reach
He plucked for me, and oft he must employ
A measuring glance to guide my tiny shoe
Where lay firm stepping-stones, or call to mind
‘This thing I like my sister may not do,
For she is little, and I must be kind.’
Thus boyish Will the nobler mastery learned
Where inward vision over impulse reigns,
Widening its life with separate life discerned,
A Like unlike, a Self that self restrains.
His years with others must the sweeter be
For those brief days he spent in loving me.
—George Eliot
57. Sorrow and Joy
His sorrow was my sorrow, and his joy
Sent little leaps and laughs through all my frame;
My doll seemed lifeless and no girlish toy
Had any reason when my brother came.
I knelt with him at marbles, marked his fling
Cut the ringed stem and make the apple drop,
Or watched him winding close the spiral string
That looped the orbits of the humming top.
Grasped by such fellowship, my vagrant thought
Ceased with dream-fruit dream-wishes to fulfil;
My aëry-picturing fantasy was taught
Subjection to the harder, truer skill
That seeks with deeds to grave a thought-tracked line,
And by ‘What is,’ ‘What will be’ to define.
—George Eliot
58. School Parted Us
School parted us; we never found again
That childish world where our two spirits mingled
Like scents from varying roses that remain
One sweetness, nor can evermore be singled.
Yet the twin habit of that early time
Lingered for long about the heart and tongue:
We had been natives of one happy clime
And its dear accent to our utterance clung.
Till the dire years whose awful name is Change
Had grasped our souls still yearning in divorce,
And pitiless shaped them in two forms that range
Two elements which sever their life’s course.
But were another childhood-world my share,
I would be born a little sister there.
—George Eliot
59. Thank You Brother
Thank you
You were their when I was sad
You were their when I was mad, thank you.
You touched my heart and told me not to cry,
That’s one reason our love cannot die
You respected my decision
I respected your compassion
Tell me brother why where you so good to me?
I screamed at you about 300 times
You were trying to help me, help me not to die
Now I know you did it for my best
You are no longer here, you are finally put to rest
You can’t leave me now that I need you the most
Brother where are you, my heart is about to burst.
— Prisma Y. Hernandez
60. The Song of the Brothers
Our notes mingle so harmoniously in the symphony of life,
Telling stories that we have experienced together.
From youthful mischief to the progress of adulthood,
You have been my guide and my refuge.
My love for you is a song so wonderful, brother.
Every time our hearts connect, a song of memories plays.
61. The Map of Memories
Following the paths of the past,
Bursting with happiness, laughing, and occasional tears.
Each and every nook and turn,
Makes me think of you, my best buddy.
Brother, the path of my love for you is so long,
Where we both fit on a map of memories so fond.
62. He is Gone (Remember Me)
You can shed tears that he is gone,
Or you can smile because he lived,
You can close your eyes and pray that he will come back,
Or you can open your eyes and see all that he has left.
Your heart can be empty because you can’t see him
Or you can be full of the love that you shared,
You can turn your back on tomorrow and live yesterday,
Or you can be happy for tomorrow because of yesterday.
You can remember him and only that he is gone
Or you can cherish his memory and let it live on,
You can cry and close your mind be empty and turn your back,
Or you can do what he would want: smile, open your eyes,
love and go on.
— David Harkins
63. My Big Brother
My big brother you were:
always taller,
always faster,
always braver,
than me.
My big brother when you died:
you loved me,
you left me,
you hurt me.
My big brother now you are:
still braver,
still loving,
still gone.
— Michele Meleen
64. Sleep, My Brother
I wish you sweet sleep, my brother dear.
Although there’s so much that you’ve left bare
I hate that you had to endure such pain
On my mind, your saddened eyes have left a stain.
I want to know what crossed your mind
Unspoken words you’ve left behind
Undone things we’ll never do
No sharing thoughts you never knew.
A peace has fallen upon your head
A taste of sorrow we have been fed
It really is like a hole in our lives
One swiftly dug but carved out by knives.
But I have hope that those sleeping will rise
The Bible says that God will open their eyes.
No suffering, sickness, yes not even pain,
Those who did good, eternal life they’ll gain.
So… sleep on my brother, sleep tight
For now with you the sky is night.
But after night will come daybreak
Therefore I will wait hoping to see you awake.
— T. Hutchinson
65. For My Brother
You left without
Warning.
Gone so fast.
Now all we have
Are memories
Of our past.
You are loved by so many.
You might not
Have known,
But in our hearts
Is where
You have grown.
The memories
I have throughout
The years
Will last
forever with
Laughter and tears.
We shared our
Birthday
Since I was five.
My wish now will be
To have you back healthy
And alive.
I will miss you
Oh so much.
So will all
The lives that
You have
Touched.
I can’t say goodbye.
I can’t accept
Your death.
You will live in my heart
Forever
Until my last breath.
— Shelly Domenici
66. Brothers Are Forever
Brothers share a special bond,
Like blood, brotherhood,
It’s thicker than water.
Friends may come and go,
And relationships may drift apart,
But brothers are forever.
Though the sun may rise in the east,
And set in the west,
We will still be brothers.
Though the seasons may change,
Spring, summer, fall and winter;
We will still be brothers.
What God has ordained,
No man can change,
Brothers are forever.
— Alex Romero
67. Goodbye, My Brother
My brother Greg an awesome guy,
I don’t know why you had to die.
You were so cute as a little boy,
You smiled at us and brought us joy.
Even though we had our little fights,
Over silly things like phone lines and wiring lights,
I never wanted to be a pest,
I needed your skills, cause you’re the best.
I’m glad those times, were only a few,
It was hard for me to argue with you,
But that’s just me, as you are you,
And in the end you always came through.
This is Lanesville where you are from,
We all are here with Deb and Mom,
Our hearts are broken, as you know,
We really can’t bear to let you go.
Sometimes you were so crazy and loony,
Especially with the friends who call you “Cooney”,
I know that everyone here will agree with me,
That the Lanesville Crew is the best there could ever be.
We wish so much that you were here,
Or just down “The Cove” havin’ a beer.
It’s happy thoughts that will get us through,
Like all the fun we shared with you.
And now my poem will come to an end,
Until the day we meet again,
I pray that you are now at peace.
Goodbye Greg With Love From Lis
— Lisa
68. The Gardener LXVIII: None Lives For Ever, Brother
None lives for ever, brother, and
nothing lasts for long. Keep that in
mind and rejoice.
Our life is not the one old burden,
our path is not the one long
journey.
One sole poet has not to sing one
aged song.
The flower fades and dies; but he
who wears the flower has not to
mourn for it for ever.
Brother, keep that in mind and
rejoice.
There must come a full pause to
weave perfection into music.
Life droops toward its sunset to be
drowned in the golden shadows.
Love must be called from its play
to drink sorrow and be borne to the
heaven of tears.
Brother, keep that in mind and
rejoice.
We hasten to gather our flowers lest
they are plundered by the passing
winds.
It quickens our blood and brightens
our eyes to snatch kisses that would
vanish if we delayed.
Our life is eager, our desires are keen,
for time tolls the bell of parting.
Brother, keep that in mind and
rejoice.
There is not time for us to clasp a
thing and crush it and fling it away to
the dust.
The hours trip rapidly away, hiding
their dreams in their skirts.
Our life is short; it yields but a
few days for love.
Were it for work and drudgery it
would be endlessly long.
Brother, keep that in mind and
rejoice.
Beauty is sweet to us, because she
dances to the same fleeting tune with
our lives.
Knowledge is precious to us, because
we shall never have time to
complete it.
All is done and finished in the eternal
Heaven.
But earth’s flowers of illusion are
kept eternally fresh by death.
Brother, keep that in mind and
rejoice.
— Rabindranath Tagore
69. Brothers
From the depths of my heart, come the words of a brother,
where our souls and our minds, are like that of no other.
The spirit of competition, will always be there,
in the look of our eyes, and the glance of our stare.
Protecting each other, is always a must,
good times or bad times, never losing that trust.
Like a vision of Indians, riding across desert sand,
or the heart of a Raider, when he conquers new land.
We never lacked courage, or showed too much pride,
with no thoughts of guilt, or feelings put to the side.
It’s important to strive forward, and not live through regret,
but to savor the memories, and to never forget.
To be such close companions, always made me so proud,
never scared to express feelings, our emotions speak loud.
Whether it’s heaven or on earth, our souls are always together,
we share that sacred bond, knowing that brothers last forever.
— Steve Mason
70. To My Brother Miguel In Memoriam
Brother, today I sit on the brick bench of the house,
where you make a bottomless emptiness.
I remember we used to play at this hour, and mama
caressed us: “But, sons…”
Now I go hide
as before, from all evening
lectures, and I trust you not to give me away.
Through the parlor, the vestibule, the corridors.
Later, you hide, and I do not give you away.
I remember we made ourselves cry,
brother, from so much laughing.
Miguel, you went into hiding
one night in August, toward dawn,
but, instead of chuckling, you were sad.
And the twin heart of those dead evenings
grew annoyed at not finding you. And now
a shadow falls on my soul.
Listen, brother, don’t be late
coming out. All right? Mama might worry.
— Cesar Vallejo, poets.org
71. Dear brother,
Dear brother,
You’ve fallen down way to deep,
you can’t find a way out, your stuck in a cell
that leads you to hell.
Your on this dark road
with no way out and your crying out for help,
but no one can hear your cries.
You said you needed to deal with this on your own,
but it departed you from your own.
Dear brother,
I tried to show much love,
but that love became hate.
I’ve hated you so long,
but really deep down I love you.
Your lost and I began to care,
your alone, but i began to stare.
I look at you with fear,
only because I am scared on what you
could do to yourself.
Dear brother,
You became crazy, you threw stuff around.
I won’t forget that night when I seen red and blue
lights flashing around our house looking for you.
When we walked in the house when it was safe,
you made holes in the walls which resembles your heart.
Dear brother,
Someone could of died that night,
but at that moment you didn’t care.
You about stabbed mom the one who gave you life.
I wanted to help you, but you was already gone.
Dear brother,
Their is no light on each end of the road
so make the best of it while you can.
— Cheyenne
72. My Brother Keeps Looking Out for Me
Each day as I cry,
the tears dry up.
I know it’s my brother
looking out for me.
Each day as I mourn,
something makes me smile.
I know it’s my brother
looking out for me.
Each day as I live,
it starts to feel good.
I know it’s my brother
looking out for me.
— Michele Meleen
73. Missing My Little Brother
I was supposed to protect him,
to show him this life,
to love him and tease him,
cause and take away strife.
But my baby brother is gone,
now I need him to help me,
because I’m missing my little brother
and need him to set me free.
Michele Meleen
74. In Memory Of My Brother
So much sorrow,
with infinite pain,
The emotions inside,
I could never explain.
My brother has left,
as I stand here and cry.
My burning tears,
are asking me why.
I’ll cherish those memories,
both of us shared.
He was a person,
that genuinely cared.
I miss him so much,
just can’t say goodbye,
I know he’d want me,
to keep my head up real high.
I loved him so much,
my brother and dear friend,
I wish I could wake,
and this nightmare would end.
But now I must let him,
just rest in peace
His memory and image,
I shall never release.
— Unknown
75. I Cast It Away, My Body:
Because two brothers make a body where none existed
God drew two bodies as one went crooked
There is a war between us. And I am losing
My brother, fabulous night panther & copper-horned
Struck by lightning, electric blue: two lines
My father pulls two ribs and one snaps into angles
In the waiting room, a body begins to fold in on itself
A body begins to pull a breathing tube from out of itself
There is a war between us. And I am losing
My brother, all copper feathers and dragon tail, chosen
In the mud of a battlefield, you’ll find my heart
Buried in the soft red clay, my body
Broke and anchored to this earth, a bolt
Jettisoned, my brother is my father’s first son
— William Bearhart, poets.org
76. My Late Brother
June will mark
Three years of your death
The years have been so cruel
Yet I know
You will always be beside me
I often dream of our childhood
The way you laughed so softly
Your smile always was so sweet
What a cruel life
I often think of
You were twenty three when you died
I am twenty four now
When you left I was twenty one
I often wonder if you’re watching me
Praising or scolding each action you see
I miss you my brother
Rest in peace forever
No more tears or heartbreak for you
Just the soaked fabric I weep in sometimes
Peace will never be an option for me
My late brother
Goodbye for now
I hope we meet again
— Opal Wood
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Illustration: Best Brother Poems That Reflect Love And Care
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Frequently Asked Questions
1. What is the significance of writing a brother poem?
Brother poems are a lovely way to express love, care, and gratitude. Poems are also an excellent way to express emotions and feelings that words cannot. Sophie, a poet and an author, expressed her emotion for her brother through her poetry featured in Poetry Daily. She writes,
“So his life snapped back, a bough
pulled down then released
into the dusk,
unearthing a sound in the air
that had always been
inaudibly in motion-
I turn towards the sound
watch it drifting
in my brother
like a red silk in water (i).”
2. What emotions do brother poems typically evoke?
Brother poems usually evoke emotions such as gratefulness, warmth, understanding, and love. They also are great for reminiscing the sweet memories of a childhood spent growing together. For special occasions like his birthday, you can express your adoration by sharing some heartfelt birthday poems for your brother, wishing him in a unique and memorable way.
Siblings share a special bond and are destined to be lifelong companions. You can show your appreciation for your brother by sharing how he influences you. And one of the best ways to express your love, care, and affection for your brother is by writing poems. Pick one of our poems on brothers and add a few lines about your childhood memories with your brother to make the poem more heartwarming and personal. Also, choose poems based on your brother’s personality, such as a naughty and annoying little brother or a caring big brother.
Key Pointers
- Siblings share a unique bond, and expressing appreciation through poems can strengthen that connection.
- Brother poems offer a heartfelt means to express gratitude, love, and fondness, capturing emotions that words alone may not convey.
- These poems evoke warmth, nostalgia, and joy, reminding siblings of their treasured moments together.
- Personalizing poems with shared memories enhances their emotional impact and significance.
A brother’s loss does bring infinite pain. It leaves you questioning life and its unfairness. Watch this video to soothe your heart and alleviate your pain.
Personal Experience: Source
MomJunction articles include first-hand experiences to provide you with better insights through real-life narratives. Here are the sources of personal accounts referenced in this article.
i. A synonym for livinghttps://synonymforliving.wordpress.com/2017/04/10/3899/
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