She was gentle. More gentle than he had ever heard existed. But it was true. He cried when he saw her, for it made him sad to see her go through such things just because of her nature. “Goodbye,” she said. And he cried more. He wanted to be with her. Forever.
Katherine Elle
Gentle, isn’t exactly the word i would use to describe the pace of my typing. I mean really, sixty seconds. I guess this is a good way to practice my writing. And I mean, i’ll probably stumble this one, but ya know whateva
Ben Trimble
i never knew what the word meant until i met her. she brings out the best in me. i can never live up to what she wants, or can make me be. i love her, and never deserved her.
rupert
to be gentle is one of the more important things that a man should be. its a way of life its the sterotype, and it looks great to open a door for a lady, or picking up something she could let fall.
Edd
i have a gentle touch, a soft hand for you to touch. my mother’s hands are gentle and she has a gentle spirit and i hope that someday my daughter looks up to me as much as i look up to my mother. all the good qualities about my mom come from her gentle spirit, attitude, love, and voice. her gentle voice is the most striking. one might think that she is just really shy when in fact she tries really hard to be open to everything, and she talks so softly, all the time, no matter what.
Shea Hicks
the cotton numbness of your lips was soft, only i was wounded now by saliva pricks, the life was gently sucked through me, out of me, pooling into a vat of apathetic displacement, you gathered me, the amorphous blob i was
Michael Cooper
it all turned cold eventually
the warm nights with gentles kisses and the moonlight etching lines on our intertwined bodies soon left frozen feet
i lost it some how. it was so pure
rooftops and jazz
pale yellow pillow cases and song
comfort turned into something so painful
it was gentle
it was perfect
it was ours
and we lost it
or was it taken from us?
barbara
gentle. what I’m not most of the time. with words. with my voice. with my touch. how would that change the atmosphere of my home. to wake up to a gentle hello. to be reproved with a gentle touch for redirection or gentle words of suggested change.
reneegrace
what you need to be with a baby. i made cookies with my niece last night and told her to pat the dough gently, like she was petting our kitty. it also makes me think of Gentle Ben, which i think is a Jackson song about a rat. strange, the things in our brains that are so unnecessary to our getting along in the world.
Sarah
once i remember you being gentle with my soul, seemingly so gentle that my soul didn’t want anyone else to touch it. Now all that is gone, your just another fingertip touching my soul and my soul is weirdly shaken… since it remembers you in this other way. Sometimes remembering how things used to be are so hurtful. All i want is your gentle eyes to lock with mine and to tell me that it’s alright…
tr
be gentle with me. i’m drowning. i know what i’m about to say will carry no gentleness with it – but i will break it to yu as gently as i can. i can’t even say it.
roundtheworldtv
Beautiful, micheal.
TJ
gentleness a far off dream,a once seen film…oh 2 b gentle is wat i want..2 b docile is wat i need..not 2 shout n scream but 2 b gentle n calm…wat can i give wat can i do 2 get this,a faroff dream,like d end of a rainbow
....
loving kind peaceful how i treat my new car a baby a kitten the progression of the green bar~ I like the keyboard i’m laughing at myself, i like to laugh i enjoy my funny personality it cracks me up oh crap
beth
gentle as a doe gentle as the caressin wind..gentle as u go gentle as u feel..its smthin in us n with us..gentle as a mother gentle as a doctor.who can best describe this than oneself.
froe
gentle like a first kiss. like the teddy you had as a kid. its mum stroking your hair and a gentleman kneeling before a woman as he kisses her hand. a gentle heart needs to be careful not to be taken advantage of but two gentle hearts shall live together in happiness
ric
gentleness is a virtue…not everyone can b gentl…it is not only beneficail for that person herself but also for the people who come in contact with her…2 b gentle gives the person in contact with her a feel good factor.
renee
is the wind.
and like a baby’s skin.
and how your voice sounds
on any given day.
it’s where i want to be found.
in a gentle warm sound.
your voice.
a soft embrace into my life.
diana banana
loving kind, loves his mother, has beautiful smile. can make you laugh with love and sees the goodness in everything. like a wave of warm ocean reflecting the sunlight.
adie
I miss my puppy. I wish he were still here…fluffy and sweet. I had a dream about him tonight. He was here again and I took him for a walk in the rain. He struggled against his leash, he wanted to run free, but I kept pulling him back. Perhaps I’m holding on too tightly to his memory. He needs to play in doggie heaven.
Lindsey
hands of fate, caressing the molded minds of blank slates… loving arms grasping clutching pressed together in the dark beneath the night sky underneath that husk of a moon that lovers often lie beneath.
James Morrison
I had one word to explain how i felt. only one word. i couldn’t explain myself. i couldn’t make myself say the word. I wanted to, but i knew things would never be the same. ever.
i decided not to, and turned around and walked away.
I would never know how much things would have changed, if i had said “Okay.” but i left, and that was that. i chose myself, over peer pressure. and im thankful for it.
Celia Gent
what is it to be gentle?
i am unsure;
to love? or simply to allow oneself the ability to love?
to hate, to spite, to destroy?
there is beauty in the breakdown, that much is true.
but what is it, gentility?
is that the word for it?
Like pillows and feathers
Falling down
Like tears and whispers
Crashing down
Like wind and rain
Running down
Like Gentle hands
All across my face
Angelique
be gentle with me. i tear, i snap, i click and i clap. any sudden movement will break me.
it has happened before. i felt pain and then just numb. it took a long time to put me back together so please, be gentle with me.
i tear, i snap, i click and i clap. any sudden movement will break me.
mk
gentle is like my grandmother i guess….since she was the most caring person taht i have ever met and i cant think of any time she ever yelled at me. Gentle also makes me think of my dog kelsey shes pretty boring caring and “gentle”! she just lays around the house all the time doing absolutely nothing productive. And yes i know what your thinking, shes a dog. How can she be productive. Well she could exercise and not be so fucking fat. She only gets up to go use the bathroom and eat. Never has she just wanted to play or anything of that sort.
Marcus
your hands
No, no
Your words
Your arms
Your strength
Your eyes
Your smile
Your laughter
Your hope
Your love
No, no
Your hands
Angelique
eric is an extremely gentle person, although from time to time, he does show signs of extreme violence, and general mania. he is least gentle to our dear housemate benjamin kress, who is somewhat of a gentle, average height, protein munching giant.
K
the gentle lamb lies down between the waters low
he calls the name of the lord
the lord comes with his knives
the gentle lamb lies down
the lord carves for himself a feast
the gentle lamb is happy
happy happy food
the gentle lamb is happy meal
DSM
as the river flows. Now all I can focus on is the timer slowly running out as if to say “your time is almost up.”
dale
he was so gentle yet it changed he changed i changed we live we live to die another day… life is supposed to be this way… people take pills to make them happy..i say suffer… this is why we are here. we aren’t supposed to end the suffering whether it be by taking a “happy” pill or taking our lives…no we should all live to die another day.don’t waste your precious time trying to fix your own pain…fix someone elses.
lia
the touch of your hand to my cheek as we stare and swelter. its the pillows beneath our heat and the wind outside our window. I want to feel the gentle and make it ours and yours and mine for now, always, forever. the essence of your beauty. let’s be gentle always.
vicky nelson
soft like a breeze.
kindness.
peaceful.
rain on a roof.
a quiet stream.
dome
gentle was everything
she wasn’t.
a boisterous laugh
a voice at decibels beyond compare
she was nothing
time's up
soft, like a baby
is the first
it is calm
it is lame
relatively
but this lame is good
it’s what i want sometimes
just
simply
gentleness
rough needs contrast really
that’s all we need
d
really happy soft leaves kitten fur wonderful snow in the winter time but not too cold a lover’s touch a cup of tea cookies and mothers and a soft pastel parlor kind of like some kind of victorian grandma’s fancy, but the kind that doesn’t wear all black and mourn the death of prince albert but gentleness is fun.
Zach
Gentle hands sliding smoothly across my skin, holding me, keeping me in one piece. I’m safe in your arms. You are the only thing that matters to me anymore, and I cling to you.
Kate Settlemyre
Gentle. A mix of emotions come to mind with that word. I dunno, but the first thing that came to my mind was fluffy kittens and pillows. Nothing says gentle like those things eh?
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She was gentle. More gentle than he had ever heard existed. But it was true. He cried when he saw her, for it made him sad to see her go through such things just because of her nature. “Goodbye,” she said. And he cried more. He wanted to be with her. Forever.
Gentle, isn’t exactly the word i would use to describe the pace of my typing. I mean really, sixty seconds. I guess this is a good way to practice my writing. And I mean, i’ll probably stumble this one, but ya know whateva
i never knew what the word meant until i met her. she brings out the best in me. i can never live up to what she wants, or can make me be. i love her, and never deserved her.
to be gentle is one of the more important things that a man should be. its a way of life its the sterotype, and it looks great to open a door for a lady, or picking up something she could let fall.
i have a gentle touch, a soft hand for you to touch. my mother’s hands are gentle and she has a gentle spirit and i hope that someday my daughter looks up to me as much as i look up to my mother. all the good qualities about my mom come from her gentle spirit, attitude, love, and voice. her gentle voice is the most striking. one might think that she is just really shy when in fact she tries really hard to be open to everything, and she talks so softly, all the time, no matter what.
the cotton numbness of your lips was soft, only i was wounded now by saliva pricks, the life was gently sucked through me, out of me, pooling into a vat of apathetic displacement, you gathered me, the amorphous blob i was
it all turned cold eventually
the warm nights with gentles kisses and the moonlight etching lines on our intertwined bodies soon left frozen feet
i lost it some how. it was so pure
rooftops and jazz
pale yellow pillow cases and song
comfort turned into something so painful
it was gentle
it was perfect
it was ours
and we lost it
or was it taken from us?
gentle. what I’m not most of the time. with words. with my voice. with my touch. how would that change the atmosphere of my home. to wake up to a gentle hello. to be reproved with a gentle touch for redirection or gentle words of suggested change.
what you need to be with a baby. i made cookies with my niece last night and told her to pat the dough gently, like she was petting our kitty. it also makes me think of Gentle Ben, which i think is a Jackson song about a rat. strange, the things in our brains that are so unnecessary to our getting along in the world.
once i remember you being gentle with my soul, seemingly so gentle that my soul didn’t want anyone else to touch it. Now all that is gone, your just another fingertip touching my soul and my soul is weirdly shaken… since it remembers you in this other way. Sometimes remembering how things used to be are so hurtful. All i want is your gentle eyes to lock with mine and to tell me that it’s alright…
be gentle with me. i’m drowning. i know what i’m about to say will carry no gentleness with it – but i will break it to yu as gently as i can. i can’t even say it.
Beautiful, micheal.
gentleness a far off dream,a once seen film…oh 2 b gentle is wat i want..2 b docile is wat i need..not 2 shout n scream but 2 b gentle n calm…wat can i give wat can i do 2 get this,a faroff dream,like d end of a rainbow
loving kind peaceful how i treat my new car a baby a kitten the progression of the green bar~ I like the keyboard i’m laughing at myself, i like to laugh i enjoy my funny personality it cracks me up oh crap
gentle as a doe gentle as the caressin wind..gentle as u go gentle as u feel..its smthin in us n with us..gentle as a mother gentle as a doctor.who can best describe this than oneself.
gentle like a first kiss. like the teddy you had as a kid. its mum stroking your hair and a gentleman kneeling before a woman as he kisses her hand. a gentle heart needs to be careful not to be taken advantage of but two gentle hearts shall live together in happiness
gentleness is a virtue…not everyone can b gentl…it is not only beneficail for that person herself but also for the people who come in contact with her…2 b gentle gives the person in contact with her a feel good factor.
is the wind.
and like a baby’s skin.
and how your voice sounds
on any given day.
it’s where i want to be found.
in a gentle warm sound.
your voice.
a soft embrace into my life.
loving kind, loves his mother, has beautiful smile. can make you laugh with love and sees the goodness in everything. like a wave of warm ocean reflecting the sunlight.
I miss my puppy. I wish he were still here…fluffy and sweet. I had a dream about him tonight. He was here again and I took him for a walk in the rain. He struggled against his leash, he wanted to run free, but I kept pulling him back. Perhaps I’m holding on too tightly to his memory. He needs to play in doggie heaven.
hands of fate, caressing the molded minds of blank slates… loving arms grasping clutching pressed together in the dark beneath the night sky underneath that husk of a moon that lovers often lie beneath.
I had one word to explain how i felt. only one word. i couldn’t explain myself. i couldn’t make myself say the word. I wanted to, but i knew things would never be the same. ever.
i decided not to, and turned around and walked away.
I would never know how much things would have changed, if i had said “Okay.” but i left, and that was that. i chose myself, over peer pressure. and im thankful for it.
what is it to be gentle?
i am unsure;
to love? or simply to allow oneself the ability to love?
to hate, to spite, to destroy?
there is beauty in the breakdown, that much is true.
but what is it, gentility?
is that the word for it?
i am simply unsure.
peaceful loving caring light caress smooth light
feather lamb stream
Like pillows and feathers
Falling down
Like tears and whispers
Crashing down
Like wind and rain
Running down
Like Gentle hands
All across my face
be gentle with me. i tear, i snap, i click and i clap. any sudden movement will break me.
it has happened before. i felt pain and then just numb. it took a long time to put me back together so please, be gentle with me.
i tear, i snap, i click and i clap. any sudden movement will break me.
gentle is like my grandmother i guess….since she was the most caring person taht i have ever met and i cant think of any time she ever yelled at me. Gentle also makes me think of my dog kelsey shes pretty boring caring and “gentle”! she just lays around the house all the time doing absolutely nothing productive. And yes i know what your thinking, shes a dog. How can she be productive. Well she could exercise and not be so fucking fat. She only gets up to go use the bathroom and eat. Never has she just wanted to play or anything of that sort.
your hands
No, no
Your words
Your arms
Your strength
Your eyes
Your smile
Your laughter
Your hope
Your love
No, no
Your hands
eric is an extremely gentle person, although from time to time, he does show signs of extreme violence, and general mania. he is least gentle to our dear housemate benjamin kress, who is somewhat of a gentle, average height, protein munching giant.
the gentle lamb lies down between the waters low
he calls the name of the lord
the lord comes with his knives
the gentle lamb lies down
the lord carves for himself a feast
the gentle lamb is happy
happy happy food
the gentle lamb is happy meal
as the river flows. Now all I can focus on is the timer slowly running out as if to say “your time is almost up.”
he was so gentle yet it changed he changed i changed we live we live to die another day… life is supposed to be this way… people take pills to make them happy..i say suffer… this is why we are here. we aren’t supposed to end the suffering whether it be by taking a “happy” pill or taking our lives…no we should all live to die another day.don’t waste your precious time trying to fix your own pain…fix someone elses.
the touch of your hand to my cheek as we stare and swelter. its the pillows beneath our heat and the wind outside our window. I want to feel the gentle and make it ours and yours and mine for now, always, forever. the essence of your beauty. let’s be gentle always.
soft like a breeze.
kindness.
peaceful.
rain on a roof.
a quiet stream.
gentle was everything
she wasn’t.
a boisterous laugh
a voice at decibels beyond compare
she was nothing
soft, like a baby
is the first
it is calm
it is lame
relatively
but this lame is good
it’s what i want sometimes
just
simply
gentleness
rough needs contrast really
that’s all we need
really happy soft leaves kitten fur wonderful snow in the winter time but not too cold a lover’s touch a cup of tea cookies and mothers and a soft pastel parlor kind of like some kind of victorian grandma’s fancy, but the kind that doesn’t wear all black and mourn the death of prince albert but gentleness is fun.
Gentle hands sliding smoothly across my skin, holding me, keeping me in one piece. I’m safe in your arms. You are the only thing that matters to me anymore, and I cling to you.
Gentle. A mix of emotions come to mind with that word. I dunno, but the first thing that came to my mind was fluffy kittens and pillows. Nothing says gentle like those things eh?