Poems About: MENTOR
Poems on / about :
- carpe diem
349.Well Deserved, Tara
An ipod for Tara is the least they can do
but I'm sorry that no one would give me a clue.
Did she win it in England or the world as a stage
was her poem a lovesong or expression of rage? read more »Herbert Nehrlich
O Lord, where can I go
But to Thee?
There is no other.
I am weary, sick of heart, read more »Joan Butler Crenshaw
You mustn't groom an Arab with a file. read more »Rudyard Kipling
352.A Manufactured Mind
Prepped in perfect privilege
entrance here is gained
honor rules of 'etiquette'
from challenge we'll abstain read more »Renee Marie
353.Sonnet- Nature's The Child Of God
What grandeur creation has given Man,
And Mother Nature's marvellous secrets?
Her immense beauty describe, which Man can?
Of flora, fauna, water, sky, Sun-sets. read more »Dr John Celes
354.Sonnet: Heaven is nigh to All
O what joy to be member of a band,
And praise God eternally in Heaven,
And what ecstasy standing by His Hand!
A treat that God gives only good-willed men. read more »Dr John Celes
355.Sonnet: God, our Lord
O God, Thou art my Heavenly Father,
Who loves me infinitely: my Savior!
My Friend and Guide, my Guardian and Teacher;
My Caretaker and my supreme Master. read more »Dr John Celes
356.Sonnet: God’s, the Almighty One
Renounce your sins and come back to the Lord!
Pour out your heart and make it burden-less;
Penance gives you the mercy/ grace of God,
And freedom from the tempter’s ruthlessness. read more »Dr John Celes
357.Sonnet: The Most Trustworthy Is God
My body you can kill may be, not soul,
And hand it over to my enemies!
You evil men hound me from pole to pole;
God helps me speak and gives me mental peace. read more »Dr John Celes
Hadst thou a genius on thy peak,
What tales, white-headed Ben,
Could'st thou of ancient ages speak,
That mock th' historian's pen! read more »Thomas Campbell
CHANNING! my Mentor whilst my thought was young,
And I the votary of fair liberty,—
How hung I then upon thy glowing tongue,
And thought of love and truth as one with thee! read more »Amos Bronson Alcott
You mustn't groom an Arab with a file.
You hadn't ought to tension-spring a mule.
You couldn't push a brumby fifty mile
And drop him in a boiler-shed to cool. read more »Anonymous English