Does anyone know of a good poem about the loss of a brother?

Question

My brother just died in March and I want to dedicate my homepage in his memory. I haven't been able to find a poem that relates. He was only 45 and died of heart failure.

Wow, what a great response... these are wonderful... it's going to be hard to choose. Thank you all!

Answer 1

Goodbye, My Brother

Brother you were an awesome guy,
I don't know why you had to die.
You were so cute as a little boy,
You smiled a lot and brought us joy.

Even though we had our little fights,
Stewing over our silly plights,
I never meant to be a pest,
I always knew you were the best.

Brother, 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.

Now you're gone and our hearts are broken,
There are so many words left unspoken.

What you will never know,
Is how hard it is to let you go.
But it's the happy thoughts that will get us through,
Memories of all the fun we shared with you.

Until the day we meet again,
I hope you know my love will remain.

Answer 2

I'm really sorry. My uncle died two years ago and my mother read this poem at his funeral. She has since deceased but that day was really touching.

Missing You
by Natalie Harrison

Do you look down at me in the night
Do you see my candle burning so big and so bright
The candle I burn that reminds me of you
The candle I hope that you would burn too.
Not a day goes by where I don't think of you
hoping that you'd come back so the days won't be blue.
I feel no one understands me, apart from you.
I go to your grave expecting a response
to the pointless questions I can't get across.
Though sometimes In my mind I forget that you're dead
but I'll make sure you keep living in my head
I love you so much it makes me so sad
that I can't hear you say it back - the one thing that would make me glad.
You probably think I'm silly when we didn't even know each other (wasn't sure about this line)
But to me you'll always be my brother.

Answer 3

My brother died years ago at 41. Even now that many years have passed, we miss him all the more. I am not sure if a 30 line poem can say enough about a life cut short. But a few words will do just the trick.

My dear brother, I will always remember you.

Answer 4

"Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone" By W.H. Auden

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
For nothing now can ever come to any good.

Answer 5

my brother died 3 years ago. i know how hard this time must be. here's a nice poem:
"The Broken Chain"
We little knew that morning 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, you did not go alone; for part of us went with you, the day God called you home. You left use 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.

Answer 6

the loss of my little brother
by catherine peterson

The day you were born
I couldn't stop holding you.
I knew you were my little brother
and we would always be together.

As time went by you would always laugh
until you got very sick
and the doctors said
you were not gonna last.

But, I knew deep down inside you were strong
and that you would get by.
but as time moved on very slowly
and tears filled up in every one's eyes
i could tell that you were ready to die.

but you weren't gonna be alone
you were going to our father's home
where you could laugh and play
and would never feel the pain

but I ran away
feeling all alone
feeling like home wasn't home
without you by my side

but I knew it wasn't right
because you were looking down with pride.
So when I go, please
wait for me at the golden gates
so I can hold you again
and let you know I love you, brother
and I will never let go.


This poem is dedicated to my little brother, Stanley,
who had passed away when he was seven years old.

Answer 7

I am sorry to hear about your loss it will be four years in November since my brother who was 32 died he was on a cert team at the prison he worked at and they were doing runs at night and the prison nurse came out of no where and ran him over so I totally feel for you and personally I write a poem on his birthday and death anniversary every year and it makes me feel closer to him as a matter of fact his birthday is June 7th here is one I wrote its a short one. and written from his point of view......Years have passed since I left this place... But walk outside , feel the wind on your face? sometimes it is me letting you know I am fine,, I know it's been years but it's only time..I may have lost the battle but I have won the war.. Up here in Heaven with Angels I soar..I see all my loved ones and want to reach out..But I know I'll see you again there is no doubt..I'll meet you and greet you and hold you tight..then show you the grace of God in all his might..So please remember although I am not here. My spirit lives in you in your heart I am near..Love your big brother Dave This was a poem I wrote to help comfort my mom like he was writing it ....hope this helps

Answer 8

i'm no poetry professional, yet I do take a undeniable pastime and English. And to me, there are literally many indications of innocence. the daddy had consistently taken funerals in stride yet this time he grew to become into crying(As a toddler could). the toddler cooed (yet that one is obvious and not the suited occasion). the single that stands proud to me is while the guy writing grew to become into embarrassed to shake the adult adult males's palms. infants try this. they're harmless and shy and get embarrassed even at assembly human beings. and that's what this man or woman did while they met them. additionally this persons mom held their hand, this is obviously of toddler like innocence. And a 4 foot container 4 for in line with annum. that could be a 4 year previous boy in that casket. He died youthful and harmless. This tale is all approximately toddler like innocence to me. yet whats up poetry is meant to be interpreted in any different case. this is between the failings that makes a poem solid. So do no longer take my word for it, attempt to interpret your self.

Answer 9

God bless you. My darling brother died almost 2 years ago. If you write him a poem, it will be more precious than anything in a book. It will be from your heart to his. My brother once told me that if he could communicate with me after his death, he would. HE HAS. I know it's off the subject, forgive me, but I wanted to share this with you. I will pray for you, tonight, dear one. God bless you and God bless your dear brother. Amen.

Answer 10

The best poem you could ever give to him is the one that sings from within your heart. I could help you find one, but I encourage you to try doing one your own. A poem has no restrictions whatsoever, doesn't have to rhyme to sound good, it just has to sound honest and deeply felt.