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Death Poems About Mentor

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Poem Details | by Ngoc Nguyen |
Categories: beauty, character, child, depression, emotions, faith, feelings, friend, friendship, girl, god, grief, growing up, growth, happiness, heart, hope, identity, inspiration, introspection, jesus, life, loneliness, lonely, longing, love, mentor, metaphor, pain, people, philosophy, psychological, relationship, sad, sorrow, spiritual, strength, student, sympathy, teen, teenage, truth, uplifting, wisdom, women, youth,

Soothing Lines to My Sad, Lovely Lass

Give me drink, rest, and solitude—
these are all the things I long for;
give me as well your finest food
and I'll ask of you, lass, no more!

My lovely lass, what's the matter—
why are you all down and alone?
Don't be vexed because you're sadder
than most, dear, for God loves His own.

Sweet girl, I'll tell you a secret:
if I were a young lad again,
I'd chase you for your sweet asset.
But as I am two-score and ten

years old (with wife in deed)—never
can I be your white knight with steed: 
but your sadness won't last for ever
if you pray for the one you need. 





Poem Details | by Sarita Milliner |
Categories: appreciation, best friend, death of a friend, family, i miss you, mentor, tribute,

My Uncle - My Best Friend

My Uncle - My Best Friend

Memories of a Man to whom I could confide,
You were always there to listen, never pushing me aside,
Understanding and kind, always a smile on your face,
Never a cross word, just a saving grace,
Cool, calm, and collected,
Looking dapper as can be, the
Epitome of a Man, I hoped God would send to Me.

Written By: Sarita A. Milliner
© August 21, 2017

Poem Details | by Edward Clapham |
Categories: death of a friend, eulogy, farewell, mentor,

Night comes

Night Comes

Night comes, the dark cloak that has swirled 
In the winds of living fleetingly hiding the light,
Now drapes the bed on which you lie. 
You lived more than the year you foretold;
Tenacity, obstinacy, lust for life, all holding 
You together, sharp witted to the end.
But the strength of the marathon runner,
The determination to build high above 
A spare childhood in impoverished times
All fade, withering as a leaf starved of water
In winter’s cold grasp.
Now only memories remain, fragments of 
A life lived well, shining candles of 
Admiration, respect, someone to aspire to be.

"Bunny" RIP 27th February 2017

Poem Details | by Rachel W |
Categories: celebration, death, death of a friend, faith, farewell, friend, friendship, goodbye, loss, mentor, miss you, missing, missing you, nostalgia, sorrow, spiritual,

Fleeting

There is a brilliant sun setting on the horizon. 
I wipe tears from my eyes, and watch in a strange sense of awe. 
The sun kisses everything with it’s radiating beams 
and then disappears from view. 
It reminds me that, 
like many things in life, 
these serenely beautiful moments are often fleeting.
Words are left unsaid, moments forgotten, lives lost.
But, in those quiet moments, 
when I feel the sun's warmth on my face, 
I know you're sending me a smile and lighting up my life, once again.


Poem Details | by Joseph Coogan |
Categories: celebrity, death, mentor, people, philosophy, science, suicide,

The Life and Death of Socrates

Socrates
Would ask big questions as he pleased.
But when he was told to die,
It was his students who asked him why.

Poem Details | by Mark Martin |
Categories: anxiety, death, fear, mentor, purple,

What the cat left on the doormat

How can I understand fear?
A definition? A description?
Evidence? Measurement?
Reason?

I don't understand. I can't

Fear is a rush of hormones
But I don't understand hormones

Fear is my blood. Pulsing my veins
But I can't understand pulse. Or veins
And I don't know what blood is
Yet

Fear is the dark. But I only know dark
I daren't enter the light. I don't know why
I just can't. I really can't

Fear is... A shadow in the sky! Now! Right now!
Do I hide? Do I run? Neither! The unseen blur behind!
I had no chance!

I didn't understand why. I couldn't
But, at the end, I understood fear
And blood



(Entry for "the hunt" contest)

Poem Details | by catherine labeau |
Categories: absence, death, mentor,

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a little bouquet of petals shading their tears on a window sill
I will wake tomorrow and look at the fading with an heart beating
as I waited for days for yours to stop the agony
fare well my dear and thanks for the share of a life well lived.