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Poem Details | by Skat A |
Categories: adventure, brother, fantasy, funny, funny love, giggle, girlfriend,

Monkey See

Monkey See~

There once was a monkey named Frank
Who loved to walk the plank
He said too many jokes
Pulled too many hoaxe-s 
Ha! Ha! Ha! Then he got a good spank


Who's that monkey in front of me
I dare to hang with you on a tree
Oh! What I do? Will you do?
Together we are like glue
Is that my flea or your flea?

~ Skat ~


Poem Details | by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories: funny,

Brother Told Us

Brother told us sometimes that he peed
sitting down with a good book to read,
but with his ding-a-ling
he was having a fling
when we spied on him.  Good book indeed!

Written 5/20/14 for Roy Jerden's Bawdy, Bawdy, Bawdy, Miss Clawdy Limerick Contest

By the way, from comments I am getting, I need to let everyone know this is simply a fabrication. My brother told us nothing, and we never spied on him. And our small bathroom shared by ten people would not have suited this purpose! hahaha

Poem Details | by Victor Nwakanma |
Categories: brother, freedom, giving, happy, humorous,

One Race

The firmament above, beneath we exist,
This diversity in divine artistry
Same eyes divers sizes
Different skin same sin
Different color same honor
Same human same humor
Why try to sort out maize from corn? They are all same
Cus just one shot, your race wont spare you

Poem Details | by Indiana Shaw |
Categories: appreciation, brother, education, funny, tribute,

You Know Nuffin


Having a preacher as a brother, he's Ok, as far as a brother goes
But; I am forever Bible-bashing him, just to keep him on his toes

Indiana Shaw . . . 

“I've no worries, slanging my big brother off, it’s his job to forgive me” . . . ; )

"But; I've no idea why he keeps holding that cross out, on passing me" . . . : /

Poem Details | by Jan Allison |
Categories: brother, conflict, humorous, sister,

My Bedroom

Daddy look at this place Mommy said it’s a disgrace cos nothing’s in the right place the floor’s an obstacle race and my best book on space isn’t in the book case BUT my kid sister Grace is lurking on the staircase she’s got a grin on her face - That smile I’d like to erase! Daddy I can only assume she’s been in my bedroom As she can now reach the door Daddy I’ve warned her before One day there’s gonna be war! Daddy just hear my plea Please please give me a key Then I can lock my sister out And then mommy won’t shout… At me! Look At This Place! Poetry Contest Sponsored by Matt Caliri 04/12/21

Poem Details | by Anne-Lise Andresen |
Categories: children, funny, wisdom,

- Seven Years and Big Brother -

I am 7 years old and have already learned a lot
as ...
"God's wife is called Godmother
  She is the mother of all her grandchildren:
  Noah, Jesus and Santa Claus "

This is my second year at school
"All children start with clean hands"

(laughter ......... :)

By the way
  ... do you know?
"Grandmothers have very big bra
They are so big that
I get the whole butt and two knees into one bowl
... the second my brother can use a cradle "

From the child's mouth :)

Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
Copyright © All Rights Reserved

Poem Details | by Cona Adams |
Categories: angst, brother, children, clothes, family, funny, school,

School Days

(and long brown stockings) 

I detest these stockings,
they're coarse, brown and ugly.

I hate the garters more;
elastic circles that cut off 
circulation and fail to halt 
the laddering down my skinny legs.

If only . . . I picture myself
in warm jeans and no teasing
from Tommy Rogers.

I put the garters to better use,
roll the repulsive stockings
down around my ankles. 

Tommy taunts,
"Who gave you
jointed toothpicks for legs?"

I lost it.

Now, Tommy has a black eye
and my nose is in the corner.

Poem Details | by Darlene Gifford |
Categories: baby, brother, funny, pollution,

He's Fully Loaded

Stinky-Butt crawls
like a snail and leaves a trail.
My baby brother.


Poem Details | by Richard Karr |
Categories: funny, brother, brother, farm,

If I Beat You To the Barn

Farm boys, farm boys, go and do your chores
Better take your hat for it’s sunny out-of-doors
Farm boys, farm boys, gotta milk those cows
Milk-em twice a day and feed the hungry sows
Make your mother butter in the butter churn
Argue with your brother when you think it’s not your turn
Measure off the distance you both will have to run
Where it is you’ll need to go to get the milking done
Toe the mark to challenge your brother at the gate
Divvy up the pails to balance out the weight
Farm boys being farm boys down there on the farm
And you’ll milk the cows if I beat you to the barn

Poem Details | by Joseph Spence Sr |
Categories: brother, funny, history, imagination, mystery, visionary,

Big Little Oxymoronic Foot

Bigfoot had a bubbling baby brother—
They labeled him "lively little foot!"

© Joseph S. Spence, Sr., (Epulaeryu Master) 5/25/2010
All Rights Reserved, Milwaukee, Wisconsin, USA
Senior Advisor, to Founder of Motivational Strips
Ambassador De Literature
Noble Star of Literature 2018
Living Legend of the 21st Century
Pentasiv B World Friendship Poetry Featured Poet 2019

Poem Details | by John Williams |
Categories: children, funny,

Clean Sister, Dirty Brother

Leany Reany was so cleany,
She bathed five times a day,
She washed herself with ropey soapy
After every little play.
Dirty Burty was so shirty
When he had to take a shower,
He washed himself with muddy buddy,
Never smelling like a flower.

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Poem Details | by Jimmi Canada |
Categories: brother, caregiving, crazy, dark, funny, goodbye, nice, poems,


Two prates,

sick paste,

wanton waste,

yet terrible brain.

One more way,

for me in the daze,

then the song with the wait,

then the bong and your faith-

yes it's gone,
but no you're still to gait-

you're still to frame,

you're still to blame.

Poem Details | by Cona Adams |
Categories: brother, childhood, funny,

Only Brother

He was the eldest,
tall, handsome, all knowing 
(by his own assessment).

He could roll a ‘guide and wheel’
all the way to school
without a stop. That wheel
kept rolling as if by magic.

He could shimmy up a tree
in search of wild grapes.

He could swim in deep water,
catch snakes for pets.

He could hunt squirrels with Dad,
shoot a 22 rifle.

He could milk a cow,
hitch a horse to the wagon.

He could zing you, square on,
with a dry corn cob.

He could run barefoot 
through woods, creeks, fields,
and over dirt roads.

But he missed the rafter,
fell through to the floor below,
knocked himself out cold,
chasing his cat through the attic.

Poem Details | by Courtney Courtney |
Categories: adventure, art, brother, education, father, fear, funny, imagination, life, native american, passion, peace, people, religion, sad, school, science, travel, tribute, war,

My Big Brother Is Watching You Too

"My Big Brother" up and down the street
  He could be anyone you meet
  Spying on you from the street
  Looking in from every beat
"My Big Brother" isn't that sweet

"My Big Brother" and I don't know why
  Casting in from above the sky
"My Big Brother" the commie spy
  Listening in do or die
  Bringing his book in
  Taught within
My Big Brother, 1-800-LET-US IN
  Caught with paper and a pen 
All because, "My Big Brother" let himself in

Poem Details | by Joyce Johnson |
Categories: brother, funny,

When Daddy Did the Cooking

My brother was first at the table
to pile six pancakes on his plate.
I don’t know how he stayed so skinny
given the enormous amount that he ate.
My daddy had made the hot syrup
from white sugar or so he had thought.
After one bite my brother was choking,
hair rising as though he’s besot.
Then Dad yelled ,”Don’t pour the syrup. 
Instead of sugar, I grabbed Epsom Salt. "

Won No. 5

Poem Details | by J.W. Earnings |
Categories: brother, confusion, funny, life, brother, brother,

Feet Burn

While doing sit-ups,
My big, arrogant brother stomps on my feet
“That burns my feet, bro!!”

While in recital, My oldest brother motions to stop clapping …My hands are red, bro…

Poem Details | by Jacob Cra |
Categories: brother, christmas, funny,

I Personally Know a Monster

*Please note: This poem was written for MY brother this Christmas. He is twelve w/braces.
He annoys me twenty-four seven!
And sometimes I can’t even sleep!
Especially when he snores and claims
in the morning that he didn’t make a peep!

He is filthy, disgusting, and appalling!
Picking food out of his mouth after  meals!
Often I think he is crazy!
I mean c’mon... he doesn’t even walk on his heels!

But no matter how strange he is,
Nasty and smelling like scat,
I've got to put up with his vexation
because he’s my brother and I kinda have to love him for that.

Poem Details | by Robert Ronnow |
Categories: brother, clothes, death, hope, humor, morning, simple,

Brother Death

Even in the last days you need clean clothes; 
therefore you may be found in the laundry
mornings, small task against the larger one
of not breathing. With simple joy
men may forget to fear their deaths.
Six inches of snow reminds us of its dominance
in a pleasant way. Coming and going of sleep, 
circling of the moon around the earth, earth
around the sun. The great man dies
and this makes death more noble for us all.
It is with joy that I accept the pains
that herald my end. I do my job well.
I go to the well and break the ice for water.
The bucket comes up full of dying wonder.

Poem Details | by William Krichbaum |
Categories: humor,

Ol Brother Cadence

Wish in one hand and crap in the otherrrrr,
       pick which one you would give to your brotherrrrr.

Poem Details | by Robert Sciasci |
Categories: art, brother, dedication, devotion, family, fantasy, friendship, funny, growing up, happiness, life, passion, philosophy, science fiction, sea, space, thank you, time, tribute, uplifting, visionary, time,

Moulting - For You

the next is like the first
equally shedding more skin
you do that again and again 
and I known each time 
you look at me 
we are transformed

and so we take each step
each page is torn away
a day, a week, a month
eternity in our eyes

this time with you 
like a wave that never breaks
a swell in the heart of the ocean

where the two race, play, swim

we are
the ones we see

in the next moment the sun rolls by
you lighten up the room
again a mirror 

to the little pools of mystery 
spilling out around you
giving up the secret

moulting in the broad day light

Poem Details | by Kate Sparks |
Categories: brother, child, children, daughter, funny, humor,

Little Willy

Little Willy mad as hell
pushed his sister in the well.
mother said while drawing water
it's so hard to raise a daughter!

Poem Details | by Jack Webster |
Categories: america, anxiety, brother, cousin, environment, fate, funny,

I Accidentally Let One Loose

I accidentally let one loose
while standing by a fire;
marshmallows burst in my wind;
the flames grew ever higher;
Jan fell bank into the cooler,
as ice poured down her collar;
Mikey wailed, just three years old,
and stomped his feet and hollard;
the loons on the lake stopped their song,
as the frogs all gasped for air;
the fireflies fell, one by one, 
as the fish ate up their share;
the dragonflies rolled their eyes
and flew away to the moon,
as the cinders from the campfire rose
and yet spelled out their doom. 

july 11 2018

Poem Details | by Jen H. |
Categories: brother, family, funny


A sibling for me
I don't feel very lucky
I sell IT for free!

Poem Details | by Nikki Reynolds |
Categories: brother, friend, funny, growing up, kid, sister,

Bad Kids

Little Joyce Ann and her friend Glenn
decided to play a trick one day
They took a rope and each grabbed an end,
then laid it across the alleyway

They hid in the bushes on each side
and waited for just the right time
One on the left and one on the right 
waiting patiently for him to come by

Then came Little Johnny on his bike,
riding without a care
Right on time they snatched the rope tight
and flipped Little Johnny up in the air

Poem Details | by Angelo Pierre Louis |
Categories: allegory, black african american, brother, education, faith, fantasy, food, funny, history, introspection, life,


our,that we have..
these are our tools..weapons..instruments
and we just want to live..
put into a situation in wich we did not choose our roles..
some of us are the fans and the royalty
they watch people like me do what needs to be done...
people like me..we just want to live
so we use our weapons and do what we have to..
we didnt choose for it to be like this..
we watch the fortunate  crowd the seats of this coliseum called life..
and they watch us jump back and forth through shades of color..
they judge us...
but we just want to live