Mentors Poems - Poems about Mentors

To those who guide with wisdom’s light, Through every challenge, wrong, and right. You shape our minds, our hearts, our way, We honor you on this Teacher’s Day. With patience deep and knowledge vast, You help us learn, from first to last. In every lesson, big or small, You catch us when we fear the fall. With humorous classes, that makes us hustle,...

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Deliver me from the arrogance of self-satisfaction Feeling content in myself, as though I needed no one, Thinking of others as no more than a distraction Failing to acknowledge how many helped me run. Owing gratitude to the many mentors in my life They share the trophies for victories I’ve won, Many were there guiding me through the strife, “No man is...

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In dreams I appear and take her Down a path she dares not wander In a town beset by plunder I shake her blood and bone In dreams she asks my guidance How to live in holy silence Beyond the anger of her father Enrich her mind and soul Hold me inside all the night Your leader's your baby Hold me inside all the night Your...

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Ode to John Denver, My Mentor, RIP! You still burn brightly like a comet in my eyes. You_John Denver, far too young to die. People think of you as a singer and that's all? You, who wanted all humanity to be fed, a purpose far from small. Humble is spirit, but who knows that? Just an entertainer? They only see...

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There has been a joining of an adult male and a female child Not quite a proud owner of a single pubic hair, Letting a lamb under the same roof as The Wild And treating both as “A Divine Pair” The man’s boyish smiles are a ruse: The girl hasn’t yet begun to bolted bathrooms use… Now, there are to be...

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Velvet Mentors You do not know who mine are. Let's say they are a chorus of human angels. Who helped me believe that no dream was too far, No mountain, for any reason, was too high to climb, No wish could...

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Mentors Educate Mentorees Of course In Reality Succinctly...

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On a path that I thought will lead me nowhere ...

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A happy healthy and wealth-integrated Right Brain grows maturely silent as a calm winter night, content to allow LeftBrain to ego-chatter away debating further cooperative plans for Earth's and RightBrain's and, most immediately and satisfyingly nutritious, EgoSelf's better beloved belonging day. In an evolutionary historical sense, we are each and all, Western and Eastern hemispheres, Northern and Southern hemispheres, RightBrain embedded in Matriotic Earth's flowing...

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Sister Faith took me in, teaching me all different practical things, everything from canning foods and churning butter, milking the cows and squeezing the udders, sewing and darning all of the clans clothes, washing them all by using a washboard, hanging them on the clothesline outside, going for a horse and buggy ride, plowing the fields using an old mule, making all the meals and clothes from scratch, which was yet another...

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Mentors inspire and encourage Have you ever gotten discouraged? Doesn't matter how hard you apply Your afflicted emotions just get in the way To the point the artist ceases to create The human mind thrives with positive Physical and cognitive response The brain will not be motivated if It’s starving for those emotions And it’s parched for words Love touches...

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Where have you gone Mr. Ruth? When you left did you delete truth from this world of virtual glut? Who will let our babies know? Who will hand them up from the sidewalk, the drive by sting of death, still a question in their lifeless eyes. Where are you Mr. Wayne? Have you left us never to return again? Who will close...

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Please Help me now I beseech thee I ask that you show me Just how to write a good poem Yes, I am so very eager to learn And yes, I will also pass the knowledge along As I succeed, you will succeed as well For, I will never take credit Of that which is not mine I’ll give it back To all my Friends DIATELLE...

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Author Note: Anapestic tetrameter: two unstressed syllables followed by a stressed syllable. So I queried some poets who dance 'cross our pages, With such lightness and patterns and passion-filled phrases. "When your guidance is sought by one earnest and wide-eyed, Do you deign to reply just to prop up your self-pride? Do you tell her, 'It's simple, just read...

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