In poems about brothers, poets explore the fundamental connection between brothers. Brother poems may take a look at the more negative elements of these relationships or the positive ways that brothers support one another throughout life.
More often than not, poems about brothers or brotherhood are defined by their interest in how men grow together throughout life and learn from one another. Readers shouldn’t be surprised to find many brother poems are about relationships that resemble brotherhood but aren’t concerned with biologically related siblings.
Poets may spend these poems alluding to the ways that their persona, or perhaps the poet themselves, was impacted by bonds of brotherhood and supported during a difficult time. These poems also take place in various circumstances, some in war or within the everyday challenges of modern life.
‘To My Brothers’ by John Keats encapsulates familial love, intellectual camaraderie, and the fleeting beauty of shared moments in life.
Small, busy flames play through the fresh-laid coals,
And their faint cracklings o'er our silence creep
Like whispers of the household gods that keep
A gentle empire o'er fraternal souls.
‘An Extraordinary Morning’ by Philip Levine is a moving poem that exalts and admires the brotherly love shared between two laborers enjoying being off the clock.
Two young men—you just might call them boys—
waiting for the Woodward streetcar to get
them downtown. Yes, they’re tired, they’re also
dirty, and happy. Happy because they’ve
‘Two Lines from the Brothers Grimm’ by Gregory Orr is a short and impactful poem. In it, the speaker describes approaching dangers and the need to escape them with his sibling.
They have taken our parents away.
Downstairs in the half dark, two strangers
move about, lighting the stove.
Maya Angelou’s ‘Kin’ weaves familial complexities, exploring sibling bonds through entwined red rings, whispered secrets, and hopeful renewal.
We were entwined in red rings
Of blood and loneliness before
The first snows fell
Before muddy rivers seeded clouds
‘Cuddle Doon’ by Alexander Anderson is a poem about a mother trying to persuade her children to go to sleep. It uses Scots dialect to convey the culture of the speaker and her family.
The bairnies cuddle doon at nicht
Wi muckle faught and din.
“Oh try an’ sleep, ye waukrife rogues,
Your faither’s comin’ in.”
‘Visitor’s Room’ by Lee Gurga is a haiku that looks at the experience of someone waiting in a visitor’s room, conveying their emotions.
Visitor's room-
Everything bolted down.
Except my brother.
‘What Work Is’ by Philip Levine attempts to reconcile the speaker’s perceptions of what work is versus the tormenting experience of waiting for it.
We stand in the rain in a long line
waiting at Ford Highland Park. For work.
You know what work is—if you’re
old enough to read this you know what
‘To My Brother’ by Lorna Dee Cervantes captures the intense bittersweetness of remembering a childhood checkered by both strife and happiness.
and for the lumpen bourgeoisie
We were so poor.
The air was a quiver
of thoughts we drew from
‘Brothers’ weaves a tale of siblinghood, capturing the innocence of youth alongside the silent growth of emotional distance.
‘Doing it Wrong’ by Carol Parsons describes the relationship between a brother and sister and the building frustrations between the two.
‘Farewell to Barn and Stack and Tree’ by A. E. Housman describes a traumatizing story of two brothers and how one of them accidentally met his end in a wheat field at the hand of the other.
Farewell to barn and stack and tree,
Farewell to Severn shore.
Terence, look your last at me,
For I come home no more.
‘I have a Bird in spring’ by Emily Dickinson is dedicated to a close friendship poet was concerned about losing. It uses an extended metaphor created through zoomorphism.
I have a Bird in spring
Which for myself doth sing—
The spring decoys.
And as the summer nears—
‘Supple Cord’ by Naomi Shihab Nye uses remarkably simple terms to express a similarly simple link between two siblings: a “cord.”
My brother, in his small white bed,
held one end.
I tugged the other
to signal I was still awake.