#siblings poems on Hello Poetry

Louis Robinson May 2020

Heavy

The news.
It hit each brother hard.
I received it last.
I was caught off-guard, by the invitation to the church yard.
This was to be the first.
For some this would be the worst.
I felt submersed, as if I’d dove headfirst and now immersed in the tears that burst from my father’s eyes and did not disperse.

Family arrived.
Gradually at first,
Then all at once,
Our garden was filled with cousins, uncles, aunts.
Some the brothers knew, others they met.
As each one told them it’s okay to be upset.
But none of the brothers’ eyes were wet.
Not yet.

The black cars arrived.
And they all piled in. We seemed to talk about everything.
Except about him.
We got to the place.
Friends had come, so them, we embraced.
Then filled with grace,
One brother turned and tripped on his shoelace.

The brothers laughed
But there was no malice in it.
Just a moment of joy in all of this.

It was lighter than expected.
The weight shared between 6.
The brothers, their father, and his sis.

Two generations,
Carried in a third.
As the congregation stood,
With their cries unheard.
The ceremony started,
Hymns were sung.
The four brothers, right at the front.

Their father rose with a wobble,
To speak his piece.
He looked small to the boys,
But he never looked weak.
Following him,
One of the brothers shall speak.

I tapped my pocket,
Checking it was there,
Knowing too that my brothers had spares.

I stood.

I took the steps towards the podium.

I stood.
Ready to begin.

Ready to speak for my brothers
and say goodbye to him.

#brothers #heavy #funeral #death #family #grief #siblings

Izzy May 2020

Parents

My parents are...
Ok
Annoying
Strict
Loving
Kind
The best they can be

But sometimes it is not enough
Sometimes I need my friends

My friends are...
Ok
Annoying
Controling
Loving
Loyal
The best they can be

But sometimes it is not enough
Sometimes I need my siblings

My siblings are...
Ok
Annoying
Jerks
Loving
Loyal
The best they can be

But sometimes it is too much
Sometimes I need my space

#parents #friends #siblings #loyal #space

Claudius Apr 2020

Sister of Strength

I'll never forget the tears we cried in different homes
When they threw you out and threatened the same to me
The strength you built from holding your own
And coming back for me
Thank you.

poetry challenge: write a 5 line poem to the last person you texted.

Sometimes home feels so normal that I forget that ever happened to us.

#siblings #sister #poetry #challenge #truth #pain

B Elizabeth G Apr 2020

Three Little Women

Three Little Women were best friends from the start,

Even though they were two and four years apart.

Golden Brown locks, all three in a row,

All dressed alike, from their head to their toes.

The oldest was protective, a mothers right hand.

Next was a gentle wild child always in dreamland.

Last was the one who was giggly and small,

And looked up to her sisters that broke her every fall.

Three Little Women at play in grassy meadows.

A secret garden they made with dirt covered knees and elbows.

Bare foot in jeans is how they’d always be found,

Just happy to have the others old hand-me down.

Fireflies caught at dusk in a jar,

Their faces aglow as they wished upon a star.

They swung on their swings and sat down for tea,

And ran to the mailbox singing “Ollie, Ollie, Oxen Free”.

Three Little Women would lay awake at night,

Telling stories and secrets in the glow of a night-light.

A room they did share with two big bunk beds,

And prayers said together before they’d rest their sweet heads.

Knick-knacks they’d exchange after doing their chores.

Makeovers and dress up were their favorites for sure.

American Girl Dolls, Barbie’s, and dresses,

Six tiny hands together making messes.

Three Little Women are little no longer,

All grown up and a friendship much stronger.

One day they will have little women of their own,

And once again they can enjoy what they once had outgrown.

Forever they will remain each other’s best friends,

Until their time together here on earth ends.

Nothing can shatter a bond so pure and true,

Sisters who love each other more than most sisters do.

#sisters #friends #growing #childhood #siblings

Ryan Blakeman Apr 2020

Azrael II

The father, the daughter and the sons,
All huddled together,
Each trying to protect the others from Azrael,
We knew that this particular apple had been rotting for years,
It was only a matter of when,
And today was that day,
The apple plummeted to the ground and hit the floor with an almighty thud,
Smashing as it hit the ground.
Azrael bent down and took the pieces,
He looked me in the eyes and smiled.
It was strange, not a wicked smile as I would have thought Azrael to have.
But an apologetic smile.

I watch as the apple was taken up to the sky, and my gaze lowered back down,
The sun had faded and the moon now as bright as the eyes of the lost.
The huddle had faded, and left was a son and daughter,
Together,
Comforting each other
Not letting the memories fade.

Suicide Trigger warning

#death #suicide #family #siblings #love #loss #heaven #azrael

Rebekah Walker Apr 2020

We Played Together

We played together
when I was too young to remember.
You fed and clothed me,
not that you had a choice.
You were my parents
before I knew I was missing one.
You held me when I cried
and brushed my tangled hair.

We played together,
running around outside,
eating inedible things,
dancing in the rain.

We fought each other.
I was the smallest,
but you made me feel taller.
I was the traffic cop
when I was too little to ride a bike.

We fought each other.
I cried when you played without me.
I cried when you knocked over my castles,
but you always helped me rebuild them.

We cried together.
We felt each other's pain
and spoke with silence
when words were not enough.

We fought each other.
I was too little to understand, you said.
We kicked and hit each other.
I said I'd tell. I never did.

We played together,
even when the others stopped playing.
Even when they left and didn't come back.
You made me laugh so I forgot.

We played together
until one day, we stopped.
We didn't want to play,
not even for a little while.

We still fought each other.
We ignored each other
until we got lonely
and forgot to stay mad.

We still cried together
when we could hear screaming
and yelling through the walls.

We still had each other,
until we didn't.
You didn't want to fight or cry
with me anymore.

We don't play together.
I sit alone and wonder
about the fun
you guys have together.

We don't fight each other,
but my mind is always at war.

We don't cry together.
I sit and I cry alone.
But sometimes, I remember
that we played together.

#siblings #love #memories #sadness #played #together #we #family #miss

Eleanor Apr 2020

Signal lost, try again......PLEASE try again

It feels like I'm screaming into a void
Yet I know you all can hear.
I can’t figure out why you don’t respond,
Is it anger? Maybe fear?

Or is it apathy towards
A fellow human soul.
Or maybe you just think
That my tragedy has gotten old.

Two years on and I still
Feel like ****,
Still struggling on my own
To deal with it.

Two years and I could still
Cry at the drop of a hat.
But you just don’t seem ready
To deal with that.

I could not make it anymore
Obvious if I tried;
That I've been falling apart
Since my brother died.

You told me to stop
Hiding how I feel behind a wall.
That if I spoke honestly
There would be help from you all.

I no longer even try
To hide how I feel
When you ask, my answer
Of pain Is real.

So, I'll keep talking,
And you’ll keep ignoring what I say
I'll keep talking
And I'll never be okay.

This was written during the anniversary of my brother's death. Sometimes it feels like your calls for help aren't being heard but that doesn't mean you should stop calling. There is always someone there to help even if you think there isn't <3

#grief #loss #anger #siblings #friends #death #communication #communicationbreakdown #sadness #askingforhelp

Eleanor Apr 2020

I was happy

It’s not rose tinted,
Not golden hued.
The memories are barely painted by a faint yellow light.
But I was happy.

A constantly enraged state.
Your average 12-year-old girl.
There are some comments about dinosaurs I'd rather forget.
But I was happy.

Impressively impetuous teenager
Occasional spoiled brat
With a brain too old for my body and those around me.
But I was happy.

I felt all alone.
But in reality, I had you.
You with your happy, smiling annoying life.
But I was happy.

I was stressed
Confused and angry.
Filled with new emotions that I didn’t like.
But I was happy.

Now deep and painful emotions
Are imbedded into my personality.
You'd think I'd have always been this way, this sorrowful.
But I was happy.

Of course, it wasn’t perfect
Sometimes it wasn’t even good.
I used to scream about hating something I'd love to have now.
Because I was happy.

Sometimes a bad past is better then a worse present. Not all aspects of my childhood and early teenage years were good but they certainly were better than things that have transpired in recent years. This poem is addressed to my brother, who passed away a few years ago. His death changed every single part of my life and my personality and looking back I would do anything to return to those times despite their unpleasant nature. Let me know if you can relate to the feeling.

#grief #loss #death #anger #past #happiness #sadness #memories #siblings #happy