easily sliding across her skin, emanating love, hoping to capture greatness in her eyes.
The feel of a baby’s breath across my chest as she falls asleep on me, grasping safely, innocently.
Tom Ruggles
Gentle hands hold mine, gentle kisses cover my face.
Gentle lovers walk down the beach. Gentle killers cut throats in the gentle, dark night.
sara
a gentle smile comes my way and i return it placidly. a gentle touch on my shoulder to try and comfort me and i shrug it off. a gentle word to condole me and i scoff at it. all these gentle things don’t help my terrible delima.
Kat the great
When something is gentle they or it is not harsh,
but rather soft in touch.
When something is gentle you think of it as Snuggle Bear just like the detergent.
A person is drawn to gentleness.
Gentle can be a tone of voice,
to the touch of a hand,
to the brush of a broom,
and to a kiss on the cheek.
Its the opposite of being rude, loud, hard, and obnoxious.
Being gentle is not abundant in society today.
Being gentle reminds me of being loving;
it should be displayed to all.
Lacresha Ramirez
It’s not just the hands. It’s the skin, the softness of it. It’s the way the snow drifts down across them: a thousand little feather-touches, ice crystals so tiny as to be edgeless. It’s the silk, the veils, the fur; it’s everything. And above all, it’s the way the blood looks as the last heat dissolves the snowflakes, and the way it’ll look when the snow covers it at last.
infinite
Do not go gentle into that good night — that poem was read at my grandmother’s funeral. Actually, I read it. And it took me a while to go through it, because I kept breaking down and crying. Wobbly voiced and everything. But it’s okay, it was one she really liked, so I don’t think she’d’ve cared that I was wobbly when reading it. It certainly had enough emotion in it, and enough feeling.
Gina
Gentle as a breeze, soft as can be, lucky us the feel the gentle touch and know what will follow is good.
Edythe Stromme
LIKE A DOVE IN A CALM SEA, GENTLE IS THE FLOWER THAT SITS ON HIS GIRLS’ KNEE. LIKE THE TOUCH OF A LOVER ON A PRETTY SUMMER DAY, LIKE THE KISS OF A FRIEND ON THE CHEEK THAT DOESN’T SEEM GAY. GENTLE IS MY HEART, GENLTEIS YOUR SMILE. GENTLE GENTKLEMEN PLAYING INTHE RAIN. GENTLE LOVE BETWEEN MOTHER AND CHILD GENTLE FEELINGS BETWEEN
ANNA
The land swelled below our feet.
Not in substance but in slope.
Though we sought a gentle release,
It was, in fact, a tumble that we took.
So it was, we fell all the way down.
The ground rushing up for us to meet.
Jim
It was soft, the way she touched my skin. It was as tender as wind on a violin’s strings, playing it gently, gently, on the breeze, thrilling the heart with it’s smooth music. I placed my hand over hers lovingly, loving everything about her, her gentility.
C. Gregory
gentil is the sight i put be fore my fight the thing i thoufhg t about be fore i die i wan t to hold freedom is in the hands of oppressiors get it i said hered it
dan l
Life isn’t.
makeal
the tenderness of the mother to the newborn when she finally holds them for the first time and the love that she feels. the softness of the baby’s skin
Raquel Blair
I bleieve that a gentle wind may be one of the most sincere feelings in the world. gentle is a mother’s finger on her child’s face gentle is your first lover softly careesing your skin. Gentle is a feeling it is opposite strength Or is it possible to be bothe strong and gentle at the same time. IS strenght and gentility mutually exclusive
suiteVApain
I’d like to gently decapitate whoever keeps making this word appear. Blood would gush, a hateful fountain. But it would be sweet. So sweet and gentle.
Andrew
The wind blew over my face as gentle as…nothing. If only I could go back in time and be able to describe the feel. Gentler than a baby’s skin, a mother’s kiss, even gentler than a man.
Jaron Smith
The wind blew over my face as gentle as…nothing. If only I could go back in time and be able to describe the feel. Gentler than a baby’s skin, a mother’s kiss, even gentler than a man.
Jaron Smith
Gentle on the Generals genitals..
rosalia
what I feel about my girlfriend. she’s gentle, kind, and in need of more love than I can offer her at this time.
My dogs paws when they push up against my arms as his signal for mor attention please!
Everett
Okay. Gentle again. Perhaps this is a lesson I need to learn. To be gentle. To be gentle with me, with my words, with my family, with my soul.
Gentle is one of those words that conjures up soft, fuzzy things. Like puppies, kittens or a ball of yarn. The kind of stuff you like to rub on your face, or the slickness of my daughters hair when I twist it in my fingers.
Her hair is like glass. It’s soft, it’s smooth……….it’s gentle. Like her. Most of the time. Until she gets mad at me. But, most of the time, she’s sweet an gentle.
I think I taught her that, so maybe I know “gentle” more than I think I do.
Gentle, gentle, gent -le. With an “le”
More? Gentle like a rocking chair. Gentle like the soft part of pencil lead when you write with it often and it rounds on the end.
That’s when it slides, gently, oh, ever so gently across your paper and leaves those smeared, fuzzy, soft marks.
Gentle. I’ve known a few gentle-men. My husband is a gentle-man. Sometimes it is hard for a woman to understand a gentle-man. Especially if she’s only known men who were not gentle.
This is the longest 60 seconds of my life. Perhaps it is because my gentle fingers glide oh so gently across my key board.
It never seems to end.
Magnolia
so soft and sweet and never cold its warm love covers me all over just like a baby’s gentle touch to soft to feel.
tony
Gentle. I think thats how I want him to be. Gentle but strong. Modest but courageous. Beautiful but strangely so. Unique but aware. Lovely and mine. Athletic but not competitive. Protective but independent.
Erika
The gentle caress of his facial hair sent shivers down my spine. Such a cliche’ but one I’d never want to do without. Cold Winter air breathed down our backs as we held each other for warmth.
R!
The short stubble of his hair gently caressed my cheek. My body shivered and my cheeks turned red.
R!
he had a gentle touch and was softly spoken
grandads
handling kittens
man
kindness
caring, thoughtful
solid hands touching your face
croq
gentle soft colours wash over me, gentle sea breeze makes my skin happy, pleasure is a gentle touch, taste or smell. I feel delicate when gentleness is nearby, i love being gentle and receiving gentleness.
Denchick
Yuji Hayano
yuji
Be gentle with the baby, mother said. I was so gentle, i barely touched it when i held it. i made it just sort of float in my arms.
be gentle with the golf club, father said, so i was so gentle, when i swung, the club fell out of my hands, and I yelled FORE! Gentle is peaceful, soft calm
Sarah
sweeping like a colud drifting through the corridors of your mind it lays around our feet making them warm like winter hiking socks in front of red fire placed livingrooms
andrew mitchell
Gentle did the breeze blow. Her hair was swept back away from her face. Her dress swayed in the wind. But not only was the gentle breeze nice to be able to think of things, but it was also drying her tears.
Carrie Diem
gently wafting
smokey mirrors
walk away from
misty lakes,
finding things
lost under your lilac
children’s drawers,
not put it away in the cobwebbed cellar,
left out where it lives your life
again
in the childhood garden
of time and
mind and
walking towards
tomorrow
Jenealia
He wasn’t gentle. He told me it wouldn’t hurt. I knew it would. He pushed. I felt pressure and pain. Showing anything into the human body is bound to hurt. and it did. I hate the dentist.
Haha.you thought I was writing about sex. prevs.
rara
may be said about sensitive person, girl
Nata
i’d play with my iPhone instead
gijs
summer touch icecream mother woman kiss
iryna
i just wonder what other people are writing here. most interestly this is the way people spend their valuable time
Alex
As it flows, oh christ how it flows – in and out of me, softly caressing me with its touch of light, all along the way.
jorken
One of the many things I love about you is that there is so much you restrain of who you are. I’ve never called you on it and I never will but I know because I have been there and I see it it’s the same dark I feel in my eyes that I see when you give that tight laugh and smile.
Misha'ari Weerabangsa
gentle is a baby’s cheek. or the breeze at the beginning of fall, when you think that the season is always sunny and never turns cold. its a kind of softness and lacking entirely of fear. unconditional love is gentle. so are slippers on my feet.
Tuesday
gentle as a breeze harsh as a rock due to circunstances all can be both
white
yelow
black
brown
blue
easily sliding across her skin, emanating love, hoping to capture greatness in her eyes.
The feel of a baby’s breath across my chest as she falls asleep on me, grasping safely, innocently.
Gentle hands hold mine, gentle kisses cover my face.
Gentle lovers walk down the beach. Gentle killers cut throats in the gentle, dark night.
a gentle smile comes my way and i return it placidly. a gentle touch on my shoulder to try and comfort me and i shrug it off. a gentle word to condole me and i scoff at it. all these gentle things don’t help my terrible delima.
When something is gentle they or it is not harsh,
but rather soft in touch.
When something is gentle you think of it as Snuggle Bear just like the detergent.
A person is drawn to gentleness.
Gentle can be a tone of voice,
to the touch of a hand,
to the brush of a broom,
and to a kiss on the cheek.
Its the opposite of being rude, loud, hard, and obnoxious.
Being gentle is not abundant in society today.
Being gentle reminds me of being loving;
it should be displayed to all.
It’s not just the hands. It’s the skin, the softness of it. It’s the way the snow drifts down across them: a thousand little feather-touches, ice crystals so tiny as to be edgeless. It’s the silk, the veils, the fur; it’s everything. And above all, it’s the way the blood looks as the last heat dissolves the snowflakes, and the way it’ll look when the snow covers it at last.
Do not go gentle into that good night — that poem was read at my grandmother’s funeral. Actually, I read it. And it took me a while to go through it, because I kept breaking down and crying. Wobbly voiced and everything. But it’s okay, it was one she really liked, so I don’t think she’d’ve cared that I was wobbly when reading it. It certainly had enough emotion in it, and enough feeling.
Gentle as a breeze, soft as can be, lucky us the feel the gentle touch and know what will follow is good.
LIKE A DOVE IN A CALM SEA, GENTLE IS THE FLOWER THAT SITS ON HIS GIRLS’ KNEE. LIKE THE TOUCH OF A LOVER ON A PRETTY SUMMER DAY, LIKE THE KISS OF A FRIEND ON THE CHEEK THAT DOESN’T SEEM GAY. GENTLE IS MY HEART, GENLTEIS YOUR SMILE. GENTLE GENTKLEMEN PLAYING INTHE RAIN. GENTLE LOVE BETWEEN MOTHER AND CHILD GENTLE FEELINGS BETWEEN
The land swelled below our feet.
Not in substance but in slope.
Though we sought a gentle release,
It was, in fact, a tumble that we took.
So it was, we fell all the way down.
The ground rushing up for us to meet.
It was soft, the way she touched my skin. It was as tender as wind on a violin’s strings, playing it gently, gently, on the breeze, thrilling the heart with it’s smooth music. I placed my hand over hers lovingly, loving everything about her, her gentility.
gentil is the sight i put be fore my fight the thing i thoufhg t about be fore i die i wan t to hold freedom is in the hands of oppressiors get it i said hered it
Life isn’t.
the tenderness of the mother to the newborn when she finally holds them for the first time and the love that she feels. the softness of the baby’s skin
I bleieve that a gentle wind may be one of the most sincere feelings in the world. gentle is a mother’s finger on her child’s face gentle is your first lover softly careesing your skin. Gentle is a feeling it is opposite strength Or is it possible to be bothe strong and gentle at the same time. IS strenght and gentility mutually exclusive
I’d like to gently decapitate whoever keeps making this word appear. Blood would gush, a hateful fountain. But it would be sweet. So sweet and gentle.
The wind blew over my face as gentle as…nothing. If only I could go back in time and be able to describe the feel. Gentler than a baby’s skin, a mother’s kiss, even gentler than a man.
The wind blew over my face as gentle as…nothing. If only I could go back in time and be able to describe the feel. Gentler than a baby’s skin, a mother’s kiss, even gentler than a man.
Gentle on the Generals genitals..
what I feel about my girlfriend. she’s gentle, kind, and in need of more love than I can offer her at this time.
My dogs paws when they push up against my arms as his signal for mor attention please!
Okay. Gentle again. Perhaps this is a lesson I need to learn. To be gentle. To be gentle with me, with my words, with my family, with my soul.
Gentle is one of those words that conjures up soft, fuzzy things. Like puppies, kittens or a ball of yarn. The kind of stuff you like to rub on your face, or the slickness of my daughters hair when I twist it in my fingers.
Her hair is like glass. It’s soft, it’s smooth……….it’s gentle. Like her. Most of the time. Until she gets mad at me. But, most of the time, she’s sweet an gentle.
I think I taught her that, so maybe I know “gentle” more than I think I do.
Gentle, gentle, gent -le. With an “le”
More? Gentle like a rocking chair. Gentle like the soft part of pencil lead when you write with it often and it rounds on the end.
That’s when it slides, gently, oh, ever so gently across your paper and leaves those smeared, fuzzy, soft marks.
Gentle. I’ve known a few gentle-men. My husband is a gentle-man. Sometimes it is hard for a woman to understand a gentle-man. Especially if she’s only known men who were not gentle.
This is the longest 60 seconds of my life. Perhaps it is because my gentle fingers glide oh so gently across my key board.
It never seems to end.
so soft and sweet and never cold its warm love covers me all over just like a baby’s gentle touch to soft to feel.
Gentle. I think thats how I want him to be. Gentle but strong. Modest but courageous. Beautiful but strangely so. Unique but aware. Lovely and mine. Athletic but not competitive. Protective but independent.
The gentle caress of his facial hair sent shivers down my spine. Such a cliche’ but one I’d never want to do without. Cold Winter air breathed down our backs as we held each other for warmth.
The short stubble of his hair gently caressed my cheek. My body shivered and my cheeks turned red.
he had a gentle touch and was softly spoken
grandads
handling kittens
man
kindness
caring, thoughtful
solid hands touching your face
gentle soft colours wash over me, gentle sea breeze makes my skin happy, pleasure is a gentle touch, taste or smell. I feel delicate when gentleness is nearby, i love being gentle and receiving gentleness.
Yuji Hayano
Be gentle with the baby, mother said. I was so gentle, i barely touched it when i held it. i made it just sort of float in my arms.
be gentle with the golf club, father said, so i was so gentle, when i swung, the club fell out of my hands, and I yelled FORE! Gentle is peaceful, soft calm
sweeping like a colud drifting through the corridors of your mind it lays around our feet making them warm like winter hiking socks in front of red fire placed livingrooms
Gentle did the breeze blow. Her hair was swept back away from her face. Her dress swayed in the wind. But not only was the gentle breeze nice to be able to think of things, but it was also drying her tears.
gently wafting
smokey mirrors
walk away from
misty lakes,
finding things
lost under your lilac
children’s drawers,
not put it away in the cobwebbed cellar,
left out where it lives your life
again
in the childhood garden
of time and
mind and
walking towards
tomorrow
He wasn’t gentle. He told me it wouldn’t hurt. I knew it would. He pushed. I felt pressure and pain. Showing anything into the human body is bound to hurt. and it did. I hate the dentist.
Haha.you thought I was writing about sex. prevs.
may be said about sensitive person, girl
i’d play with my iPhone instead
summer touch icecream mother woman kiss
i just wonder what other people are writing here. most interestly this is the way people spend their valuable time
As it flows, oh christ how it flows – in and out of me, softly caressing me with its touch of light, all along the way.
One of the many things I love about you is that there is so much you restrain of who you are. I’ve never called you on it and I never will but I know because I have been there and I see it it’s the same dark I feel in my eyes that I see when you give that tight laugh and smile.
gentle is a baby’s cheek. or the breeze at the beginning of fall, when you think that the season is always sunny and never turns cold. its a kind of softness and lacking entirely of fear. unconditional love is gentle. so are slippers on my feet.
gentle as a breeze harsh as a rock due to circunstances all can be both
white
yelow
black
brown
blue