soft, nice, cozy. gentle hands laid gently on your lap. his gentle hands touched the curves of my body so gently i could just crumble with the joy and relaxation i felt. gentle waves crushing ferociously against the sandy beach. gentle breeze cooling my too-hot skin.
CarrieV32
Gentle now, gentle metaphors in other languages; describing chickens before they hatch in terms of tails of dogs or cats and the point of all this is that through language barriers you can really only be literal, and subtle clever analogies are either impossible or overlooked because nobody thinks you have any idea what you’re talking about. But English is the same.
Ama
To be so gentle as to hold her hand, to him, was a sign of weakness. What sort of woman could ever want such a thing on such short notice? Of course, he would abide in anyway he saw fit, shot the end justify the means.
To be so gentle as to kiss her, for there mouths to touch so elegantly.
Graham
is the way he holds me. is the way he looks into my eyes.
the way that his caress touches me
the smile that makes me happy.
the way he loves me
Kathleen Pack
Gentle hands tucked a loose strand of auburn hair behind little Laila’s ear. The little toddler grinned, saying softly, in her child-like voice, “Goodbye, Mama.”
Laila’s mother smiled back at her daughter, waving as the frail little girl hopped onto the bus with difficulty, and disappeared as the doors of the yellow school bus closed.
Schmoopoo
A mother’s touch? A friend’s words? The feeling you get when you lie down on the hillside by the river and stare at the stars with that comforting feeling that somehow, despite all the immeasurable craps reigning down, things are going to be okay?
Mike
touch on my cheek. Fluttering baby hand. Soap bubbles float on the surface of the water, clinging to me when I rise. They slide down as I dry.
cherise
oh so soft; her white arms; the goddess in her – coronetted her curls spills, her wine and milk; i dream of apples and sweet cedar smoke, she weaves spells over my sleep like spider-silk.
dusty
Gentle waves of grey
creep under my window frame
Nothing is ever inside
because I think we’ve all lied
Because everything ever the same
Within me and forever without you
Inside me and forever outside you
I don’t love you
krista
she was a gentle woman with very little sorrow in her life. she only had love. pure and simple. her eyes had beauty. her words held wisdom. she was more than just a name, more than just a face. she was my nana.
joanna
I thinkt hat gentle means the love of life the way you are able to caress a flower who is dying and wilting away the gentleness of the wind as the earth spins around you blancing out the goodness of the soul the soul beccomes embraced with the gentle ways of the mind gentle solves problems gentle makes mistakes, gentle fails
Sarah
finger tips and rain drops. lips. hand on back you. sleep. bed.
Clarice
Smooth, quiet and soft. To be kind and loving in touch and tone. Soft voice, loving ways, that is what ‘gentle’ is to me.
Chel
It hurts. This hurts. Four feet of rope at the base. Swinging doe-eyed girl, head low. The crowd around her grows…
Years later, a man remembers being a boy in that crowd and feeling a sickness he still doesn’t understand.
Airn
They say water made of extreme velvet doesn’t shadow over lost trees. No one could figure out what happened to the fuzzy duck who tossed a 16″ vinyl through the crowded window of dogs playing poker in the dead of fall. His mother told him to play nice, but gentle was a word he learned only from the mouse…who stole the 16″ from him with a mild “HA!”
TRDonovan
If this is what being kind and gentle is, I want no part of it. So please, just please, leave me out.
Lisi
if only it were so easy. but nothing is anymore. nothingat all. if only seattle were so *. it is only harsh and bitter. i never feel any. what is my name your name are we really oler tasdflkdnasldkn;faiovppppppppps.
Whalie
His fingers brushed my skin lightly, curving around into unseen patterns, followed by his lips on hers. Twirling her hair in his fingers, while his other hand rested on her neck, he enjoyed torturing her gently as he pressed her against the wall. Her eyes were closed. she couldn’t stand to see him this way without loosing control. His mouth moved from the corner of her mouth to her lips. And through all of this, all that went through her mind was how gentle he was being with her….
Manon
Like a christian, or a girl’s fingers, or the prefix for a decent ‘-man’
N
he seems to be. as if he believes in something. something bigger than himself. innocence is a welcome change. a lack of self awareness is not necessarily a bad thing. i imagine our first kiss. gentle. under covers. cozy. sweet.
gentle.
sigrid
hands
his fingers were not long, they were short, and sort of awkward
but perfect
gentle, like the way the snow falls softly onto the ground
and handsome, the way they moved when he drew with a pencil, or cut into his own skin with a knife
Erin McCollum
there is a wind blowing across my face. touch my cheek with the tiny ends of the feather. The lightest touch sends a shiver down my spine – thanks to you i know pleasantries i might not by myself. let me down easy, please, if you must, but don’t drop me.
samantha
cufddle caress smell breeze air sun warmth blankets kiss hug hands hair curves love touch
Andrew Lussier
kind loving, he touched her arm and placed his head on her shoulder, moved his lips to her forehead, embrace. soft. lust moves in gradually. sweetness turns it to sexuality. yum. he brings her face close. bites her lip. here it goes.
Francesca
the touch of a child.
the touch of my wife.
my wifes smile.
good times.
Paul
kind sweet grandma clouds kitten no wait cats are awful i dont think a l ot of people were t’hat gentle to me when i was little i had a god awful first grade teacher that i still dont like what a dumb bitch ugh she disgusted me gentle soft pillow soft memory foam i cant think of much more to write wh
meliss
I think of lambs as gentle. And babies. Old women fit into this category too. Not so much old men; they just seem to sit like statues whereever they are; too big ballcaps on their heads and big ears. Plaid shirts too.
Shiloh
What is gentleness? It makes me think of lambs, of snow, of cotton. Gentle is a white colour. It is pure, it is comforting, it is soft. Gentle is being careful, not being hurt. I want to be gentle to others and I seek it in those same people. I want to find someone who is gentle.
Michelle E.
your touch, the way you caress my arm. how you fiddle your fingers in the palm of my hand, my boy, the one i’m missing greatly.
caitlin
Gentle is not a word many of us know…it is a lost art…a forgotten love…a misplaced person. We love others to be gentle with us but are we ever gentle with others? When did we lose it in translation? Let’s take it back! We can all use a little gentility in our lives.
Sam DeGeer
gentle is like i like the people to be
you know
when you are in a public place, your are in a public place and you are exposing yourselfes to the tohers
so, you are exposed and may be if someone just push you it will hurt you
and how that happens every day
i like when people is gentle
because they maybe know or not if how things happening
but at leaste you are always better
Silvio Canihuante
that’s what you were, always
seemed like it anyway
your smile broke my heart
but you never meant it that way
because you were made of something soft
like spring flowers
or clouds
and i’m sorry:
i wanted to feel that
callie
He was never
but I did not care
he did need to be
he was everything else
quite, aloof, smart
I never asked for gentle
I did not want it.
I needed his strength because mine was lacking.
Gentle was he not
B
gentle is the wind on a warm summer evening. kisses from my daughter. the feeling of waking up to the smell of fresh brewed coffee in the the morning while i slowly clear the the cobwebs from my mind and spend that extra few minutes laying there without a care before i get up to greet the day.
lee
The gentle touch of my woman caresses my arm as I lay in the street bleeding. I could die at any moment. I’m so glad she’s here. If I die I will rest easy knowing the woman I love is here with me in my last moments. She is so gentle with me, always has been.
She turns to me and smiles reassuringly. Her look says it all. It’s all over. She knows, she’s a doctor. There’s nothing you can do for a gut-shot with a 12-gauge except hope you have a few moments to say good-bye. Good-bye, my gentle woman. Good-bye.
Dave Dockery
cotton, soft, comforting, kindness, humanity evolving. a mother’s love gentle in hand yet wearing a steel glove. The kisses of a first love, the night in shelbyville
dee
Gentle is being kind and understanding to other peoples feelings. Being gentle is not only to friends and strangers, but to oneself as well. We should all be gentle whenever possible so we can pass on that gentleness and kindness to others. People react to the way they are treated and will share it in return.
Jose Garcia
There’s not too much I believe about being gentle. I portray myself as such a strong person that I sometimes forget about what it is to care. I’m always the “This is how it is and we should support it, girl.” I guess you would just call me a strong liberalist. I often wonder why I’m not more of a feminist. I care…but I’m not willing to fight for it. I don’t think there’s anything to fight for, I already know how to get what I want.
Jessica
maybe tonight i won’t sleep or touch, or feel alive. tonight is frustration and laying down walls set in time with fuzzy bass and tongues i’ve spoken in my sleep, like a heart on my bed or something bitten, yet to crush.
kj
gentle is not a word in your vocabulary, but that’s all right, because it’s not in mine either. no one knew why we stayed together, always beating on each other, fighting, screaming but they never could understand that that was our version of sweet nothings. there’s a thin line between love and hate, as they say, and we stood right on the middle, hand in hand.
soft, nice, cozy. gentle hands laid gently on your lap. his gentle hands touched the curves of my body so gently i could just crumble with the joy and relaxation i felt. gentle waves crushing ferociously against the sandy beach. gentle breeze cooling my too-hot skin.
Gentle now, gentle metaphors in other languages; describing chickens before they hatch in terms of tails of dogs or cats and the point of all this is that through language barriers you can really only be literal, and subtle clever analogies are either impossible or overlooked because nobody thinks you have any idea what you’re talking about. But English is the same.
To be so gentle as to hold her hand, to him, was a sign of weakness. What sort of woman could ever want such a thing on such short notice? Of course, he would abide in anyway he saw fit, shot the end justify the means.
To be so gentle as to kiss her, for there mouths to touch so elegantly.
is the way he holds me. is the way he looks into my eyes.
the way that his caress touches me
the smile that makes me happy.
the way he loves me
Gentle hands tucked a loose strand of auburn hair behind little Laila’s ear. The little toddler grinned, saying softly, in her child-like voice, “Goodbye, Mama.”
Laila’s mother smiled back at her daughter, waving as the frail little girl hopped onto the bus with difficulty, and disappeared as the doors of the yellow school bus closed.
A mother’s touch? A friend’s words? The feeling you get when you lie down on the hillside by the river and stare at the stars with that comforting feeling that somehow, despite all the immeasurable craps reigning down, things are going to be okay?
touch on my cheek. Fluttering baby hand. Soap bubbles float on the surface of the water, clinging to me when I rise. They slide down as I dry.
oh so soft; her white arms; the goddess in her – coronetted her curls spills, her wine and milk; i dream of apples and sweet cedar smoke, she weaves spells over my sleep like spider-silk.
Gentle waves of grey
creep under my window frame
Nothing is ever inside
because I think we’ve all lied
Because everything ever the same
Within me and forever without you
Inside me and forever outside you
I don’t love you
she was a gentle woman with very little sorrow in her life. she only had love. pure and simple. her eyes had beauty. her words held wisdom. she was more than just a name, more than just a face. she was my nana.
I thinkt hat gentle means the love of life the way you are able to caress a flower who is dying and wilting away the gentleness of the wind as the earth spins around you blancing out the goodness of the soul the soul beccomes embraced with the gentle ways of the mind gentle solves problems gentle makes mistakes, gentle fails
finger tips and rain drops. lips. hand on back you. sleep. bed.
Smooth, quiet and soft. To be kind and loving in touch and tone. Soft voice, loving ways, that is what ‘gentle’ is to me.
It hurts. This hurts. Four feet of rope at the base. Swinging doe-eyed girl, head low. The crowd around her grows…
Years later, a man remembers being a boy in that crowd and feeling a sickness he still doesn’t understand.
They say water made of extreme velvet doesn’t shadow over lost trees. No one could figure out what happened to the fuzzy duck who tossed a 16″ vinyl through the crowded window of dogs playing poker in the dead of fall. His mother told him to play nice, but gentle was a word he learned only from the mouse…who stole the 16″ from him with a mild “HA!”
If this is what being kind and gentle is, I want no part of it. So please, just please, leave me out.
if only it were so easy. but nothing is anymore. nothingat all. if only seattle were so *. it is only harsh and bitter. i never feel any. what is my name your name are we really oler tasdflkdnasldkn;faiovppppppppps.
His fingers brushed my skin lightly, curving around into unseen patterns, followed by his lips on hers. Twirling her hair in his fingers, while his other hand rested on her neck, he enjoyed torturing her gently as he pressed her against the wall. Her eyes were closed. she couldn’t stand to see him this way without loosing control. His mouth moved from the corner of her mouth to her lips. And through all of this, all that went through her mind was how gentle he was being with her….
Like a christian, or a girl’s fingers, or the prefix for a decent ‘-man’
he seems to be. as if he believes in something. something bigger than himself. innocence is a welcome change. a lack of self awareness is not necessarily a bad thing. i imagine our first kiss. gentle. under covers. cozy. sweet.
gentle.
hands
his fingers were not long, they were short, and sort of awkward
but perfect
gentle, like the way the snow falls softly onto the ground
and handsome, the way they moved when he drew with a pencil, or cut into his own skin with a knife
there is a wind blowing across my face. touch my cheek with the tiny ends of the feather. The lightest touch sends a shiver down my spine – thanks to you i know pleasantries i might not by myself. let me down easy, please, if you must, but don’t drop me.
cufddle caress smell breeze air sun warmth blankets kiss hug hands hair curves love touch
kind loving, he touched her arm and placed his head on her shoulder, moved his lips to her forehead, embrace. soft. lust moves in gradually. sweetness turns it to sexuality. yum. he brings her face close. bites her lip. here it goes.
the touch of a child.
the touch of my wife.
my wifes smile.
good times.
kind sweet grandma clouds kitten no wait cats are awful i dont think a l ot of people were t’hat gentle to me when i was little i had a god awful first grade teacher that i still dont like what a dumb bitch ugh she disgusted me gentle soft pillow soft memory foam i cant think of much more to write wh
I think of lambs as gentle. And babies. Old women fit into this category too. Not so much old men; they just seem to sit like statues whereever they are; too big ballcaps on their heads and big ears. Plaid shirts too.
What is gentleness? It makes me think of lambs, of snow, of cotton. Gentle is a white colour. It is pure, it is comforting, it is soft. Gentle is being careful, not being hurt. I want to be gentle to others and I seek it in those same people. I want to find someone who is gentle.
your touch, the way you caress my arm. how you fiddle your fingers in the palm of my hand, my boy, the one i’m missing greatly.
Gentle is not a word many of us know…it is a lost art…a forgotten love…a misplaced person. We love others to be gentle with us but are we ever gentle with others? When did we lose it in translation? Let’s take it back! We can all use a little gentility in our lives.
gentle is like i like the people to be
you know
when you are in a public place, your are in a public place and you are exposing yourselfes to the tohers
so, you are exposed and may be if someone just push you it will hurt you
and how that happens every day
i like when people is gentle
because they maybe know or not if how things happening
but at leaste you are always better
that’s what you were, always
seemed like it anyway
your smile broke my heart
but you never meant it that way
because you were made of something soft
like spring flowers
or clouds
and i’m sorry:
i wanted to feel that
He was never
but I did not care
he did need to be
he was everything else
quite, aloof, smart
I never asked for gentle
I did not want it.
I needed his strength because mine was lacking.
Gentle was he not
gentle is the wind on a warm summer evening. kisses from my daughter. the feeling of waking up to the smell of fresh brewed coffee in the the morning while i slowly clear the the cobwebs from my mind and spend that extra few minutes laying there without a care before i get up to greet the day.
The gentle touch of my woman caresses my arm as I lay in the street bleeding. I could die at any moment. I’m so glad she’s here. If I die I will rest easy knowing the woman I love is here with me in my last moments. She is so gentle with me, always has been.
She turns to me and smiles reassuringly. Her look says it all. It’s all over. She knows, she’s a doctor. There’s nothing you can do for a gut-shot with a 12-gauge except hope you have a few moments to say good-bye. Good-bye, my gentle woman. Good-bye.
cotton, soft, comforting, kindness, humanity evolving. a mother’s love gentle in hand yet wearing a steel glove. The kisses of a first love, the night in shelbyville
Gentle is being kind and understanding to other peoples feelings. Being gentle is not only to friends and strangers, but to oneself as well. We should all be gentle whenever possible so we can pass on that gentleness and kindness to others. People react to the way they are treated and will share it in return.
There’s not too much I believe about being gentle. I portray myself as such a strong person that I sometimes forget about what it is to care. I’m always the “This is how it is and we should support it, girl.” I guess you would just call me a strong liberalist. I often wonder why I’m not more of a feminist. I care…but I’m not willing to fight for it. I don’t think there’s anything to fight for, I already know how to get what I want.
maybe tonight i won’t sleep or touch, or feel alive. tonight is frustration and laying down walls set in time with fuzzy bass and tongues i’ve spoken in my sleep, like a heart on my bed or something bitten, yet to crush.
gentle is not a word in your vocabulary, but that’s all right, because it’s not in mine either. no one knew why we stayed together, always beating on each other, fighting, screaming but they never could understand that that was our version of sweet nothings. there’s a thin line between love and hate, as they say, and we stood right on the middle, hand in hand.