My fried died 2 days ago...whats some nice quotes or poems?

Question

some nice poems or quotes i can put on myspace and on my msn ....she was 15

Answer 1

For everything there is a season,

And a time for every matter under heaven:

A time to be born, and a time to die;

A time to plant, and a time to pluck up what is planted;

A time to kill, and a time to heal;

A time to break down, and a time to build up;

A time to weep, and a time to laugh;

A time to mourn, and a time to dance;

A time to throw away stones, and a time to gather stones together;

A time to embrace, And a time to refrain from embracing;

A time to seek, and a time to lose;

A time to keep, and a time to throw away;

A time to tear, and a time to sew;

A time to keep silence, and a time to speak;

A time to love, and a time to hate,

A time for war, and a time for peace.

Answer 2

Perhaps this one by Mary Frye:

Do not stand at my grave and weep

Do not stand at my grave and weep,

I am not there, I do not sleep.

I am in a thousand winds that blow,

I am the softly falling snow.

I am the gentle showers of rain,

I am the fields of ripening grain.

I am in the morning hush,

I am in the graceful rush

Of beautiful birds in circling flight,

I am the starshine of the night.

I am in the flowers that bloom,

I am in a quiet room.

I am in the birds that sing,

I am in each lovely thing.

Do not stand at my grave and cry,

I am not there. I do not die.

(I am sorry for your loss...it is difficult to lose a friend).

Answer 3

I know how you feel, My auntie also died although she was not 15 I feel your pain. Someone recited this at the funeral.

The flowering peach,

a daughter's bloom,

each February

she lived

in tiny pink bud.

Her tree fed my memory,

flitted across my vision

with nectar so sweet with sorrow

that the sky wept.

Oh, such weight

the delicate pink

butterfly flower held.

It took her place somehow

and lived for her each year.

A tree-gift from the fluttering

girls and boys of second grade,

now almost middle aged

with children named

Michelle, perhaps.

She will always be eight,

the bright and moving child

of my youth,

so spark and full of fire.

The first that captured my heart

and held it,

she holds it still.

She died again this fall, Michelle,

her leaves turned and bid a final

tremble to the ground.

The tree no longer lives,

just a sentinel stark and bleak

its gamine trunk.

But

under the canopy that burned

my heart again

from brown and rotting leaves

emerges the everlasting

circle of creation,

a fragile new beginning

strong with claims of yes.

And here's another

Whenever I needed someone to talk to

You were always there.

My eyes filled with tears, my heart filled with pain, and

You were always there.

There was no time when I had doubt

to come to you because

You were always there.

I could see in your eyes you wanted to help, and that you really cared.

Whenever I was down and blue

You were always there.

No matter my problems, are what was wrong

You were always there.

Whenever I felt like nothing matters

You were always there.

Now your gone, and I don't know what to do

I close my eyes and think of you, and how

You were always there.

It's hard to look at the pictures, and get memories of you

Can you hear me now

At night I pray, and I speak to you

I guess you were right when you told me no matter how far you were

You would always be there.

I know one day I'll see you again, but till then I have to say goodbye

Even though it hurts to hear your name, and speak of you

One thing I will always say is

You were always there.