Mentor poems to show gratitude towards the mentor in our life. Poems about mentor show the heartfelt gratitude towards that one person who has faced the hardships to give us the strength and showed us the path to achieve the ultimate goal in life. A mentor could be anyone, who has given a subtle change to our lives. Mentorship poems not only celebrate the goodness and hard work of the mentor but sometimes are narrations of onebs own experiences of mentoring. One can cherish such motivating verses in our collection of mentor poems. Not only this but one can enjoy some funny experiences with mentors. Poems on mentors sometimes have both black and white shades, as mentor plays a key role in shaping up the life, whether it has a positive or a negative impact on onebs life.
The flags tremble in the cold wind at half mast Standing sombrely at the edge of the central plaza Printed against deep, heavy grey skies The whole nation heaves a long, devastated sigh Today, we have lost our Father The
I dwell in a hut, down, under the shade of that tree, You stay in a nest, up, on the branch of that same tree Thinking thoughtfully over thoughts – a while; See every reason to Believe and reveal…., Dear
O, bemused mystery of wonder! You are the silver chain of fancy And evening mentor of joys high! And happy boon at noon Or midnight’s roaring void And wintery smile in moon? Or perennial source of ecstasy Or eternal source
Days and months make my years But your presence alone serves a thought. We might leave sweet potatoes and cassava to rot But your presence alone reminds me your patience. Your dignity is like a great river that flow heavens’
The sunset blazes upon the vault This afternoon dies slowly forever The world is overfilled with weariness and fatigue Another episode of this life’s masquerade Comes to an end… The curtain falls… And beauteous Agnes Adoma The prima donna of
Fourth member you were But I found you second to none. There’s a proverb “all’s well that ends well” huh!!! easier said than done. Ma’s apple of eye, Papa’s Gondlo you were. Oh!!! did I tell what I felt? Hurricane.
I have written to you,God,grand poet and mentor, the living,extinct,prevailing wind and conscience of the universe, the unwilling,abettor of natural calamities,and unjustifiable, casual observer of human genocides among human assailants, to take note of your neutrality, having observe all these
Mother, you mirror sacrifice ,patience and submission Toiling hard with an unquenchable vigour Suffering every pain with an unfathomable power Striving to reach your goal without failure.! You are a being of many faces Being infallible and loudable in your
We have erred from the path. We have succumbed to the illusions of our foolish desires. We have extended our hand to brush against her beauty, even if for a moment. We have broken our vow. For this we have
The sunset blazes ‘pon the vault, This afternoon dies slowly forever, The world is overfilled with weariness and fatigue, Another episode of this life’s masquerade Comes to an end… The curtain falls… And beauteous Agnes Adoma, The prima donna of
The dark velvet blanket begins its descent Sprinkled with stars gleaming like diamonds on display, Shadows cast their images over mountains that surround me, Like hugs ancient warriors they stand guarding me like a king; And I feel loved. I
And the lineage of existence does not fade. I try to wipe off, the heavy showers of death, daily. The pains were rising, in every word, in every talk. As part of nothingness, I was trying to find happiness. Put
Poem Dedicated To My Father Late Moinuddin Hasan–An Ideal Teacher- BEFORE TEACHERS’ DAY Moinuddin was his name,eloquent, which means— One who is an aide to faith and for that weens He lost his father when only six months and mother,
am flying very high from this earth, still a paranoid cloud, walking on earth fearing dirt. i admire the spider’s heart, it stays there longer than eyes sees it. survival is the main objective , which tends to fear it.
The blank page grinned at my emptiness.. Tears fell creating bluish islands… As my hand moved, the page bled hiding white spots; the remains of my love… Each droplet fading away to gloom; devoid of emotions.. I tried moving my
It was too late for me to understand, I thought while I ran my daily errands, It should have clicked me sooner, But alas, what is done is done, It’s too late and cannot be undone. Everyone wished things were
Hush Mind, Rest a while, While Truth I try to touch. Lead me not into Ego’s lanes, Lanes that into delusion end. Born of Nature, Thou nature to interfere, Handpicked maidens Thine, Thought and memory, Build layer of ignorance upon
We are mere children of the void. Specks on an infinitesimally small mote in limitless space. Lost by size, overlooked by indifference. A universe indifferent to our existence. The stars will shine, the planets will spin regardless of our future.
Poetry evokes feelings, Stimulates thoughtful expressions, Evolving a strange emotion, Of an image in mind. It transforms everything, With a new perspective, A reflection of a photographic sight, In significant verses. Poetry is a pictorial, Imagery of words, Intensely used
Well and here I am in New York City Looking like I just stepped out of Vogue And the confidence I display screams GQ In these and those studio photos and Many high fashion magazines then it’s off To Hollywood
Come back, Pa, I need your cash The hunger pangs make me wanna chow the natives You shoulda raised me poor, given me something of my own You grow into the castle forecast upon you And I will never have
As innocents mouth your name and whisper of war, In twisted martyrdom you unwisely invest. Mortality will come knocking at your door, And terrified minds will be put to rest. All the killing in religion’s name, Will guarantee a swift
As I stand here today Scared of my own shadow Afraid of the evils hands beyond My heart goes back in time When I walked down the road free Smiled at strangers Dressed as I pleased Labels were limited to
In search of solace I strayed into a world! There between dream and reality I wandered….. I wandered all alone forever and a day until….. until perfection was a being and flawless was familiar! A kingdom to the I and
Square box hidden in plain sight, square with the head positioned just right; the place of silence. Lying flat, no movement, with a stiffness of sort, a rectangular figure, colorful, long and sturdy. Propped up with a stillness, an energy
Is that fair? Waiting to say all that when am gone Is this how friends be? ‘’He was an intelligent person Full of wisdom only he was careless’’ You say. Why saying that when am gone? Why? Why? Why? You
Her eyes, wide in bewilderment saying, “What the heck?” Her face was red where his fist had struck. Her lips swollen, cracked in places where her teeth bit, Her tears had dried up and quit. I could see the damage
She is within an ever-lasting atmosphere, She is beneath the never lasting core, She prays, searches, hopes and fights, To find this never lasting door, A door leading to peace and promise, She is running out of time, So why