His hands caressed my face,and I brushed his fingers, listening as he sang his lullaby. Our lullaby. A simple tune, one that he’d played a while ago on our dusty old grand piano, but so ubnbearably sweet.
Raine
The kittens tongue graced my hand as i smiled to myself and cradled it in my arms.
shayla
Be gentle with your words, please. Think before you speak, sir.
Katherine L.
When I was younger, my mother taught me to be gentle with flowers. “soft, soft” she’d say as she carried me and let me hold the delicate flower in my hand. The gentle touch led me to appreciate the subtler, more quiet things in life and when I was older, she used the same method to teach my autistic cousin to be gentle with certain things.
Joses
one world one place one way to make peace. This is our world we need to make it a place where everyone who has the privileged to have the gift of life is able to live and be happy. We must care and be gentle with people you never know they have been going through, Smile its contagious.
Mir mir
The child’s touch was very gentle as she stroked the small kitten. Already predisposed to be a mother, she handled the baby animal as one would a newborn.
karlene
that’s Ube my 2nd dog. soft, pirouttes, not like Mongo, the 1st one who is more on the excited side. tip-toe, tippity-toe, quietly, gently
akeimou
I am gentle with babies. Gentle people are soft, intelligent people. They care about others. They ease things. Gentle, Gentle, Gentle. Gentle. :DDD
Kayla
calm and soft; quiet and subtle
you float like the wind
like a breeze touching the plain
shifting the grass to
the silent rhythm of life.
the pulse of humanity,
you are a gentle soul
a gracious person and the
hope for tomorrow.
the winds sweep across the prairie.
to sing you a melody,
oh peaceful one.
peter dawes
Her love is gentle. And my heart is breaking.
jane
kind a sweet soft touch. a wonderful easy manner babies. soft.love treasured. thats gentle.
debra
soft and there is none softer, more gracious then that which is soft. Calm collective and obscure to those who handle with out thought carring perspective bla bla
mose
Gentle and soft as a baby’s bum. Her face was so smooth, he couldn’t stop gently rubbing her gently soft face with his hand, as they stood together in the hallway. People walked on my, oblivious to this moment, frozen in time, the stood.
Chuck
His skin was so soft. Just like his smile. Oh god, why did he have to be the opposite of it? Of what I thought he was? And now, I lay feeling the physical and mental pain. Jesus. I’m such a fool. Death please embrace me.
Katelynn
“Be gentle with that.” she said softly, watching him place the fragile shell back on the shelf.
Heather M.
newermind, jus do it
do
do
why
dont ask, just do
barbazolis
Like a mother to her newborn baby. That’s how he held me. Not with passion as I would have wished. Or maybe he was so passionate that he didn’t want to hurt me so he held me gently. Whatever. The point is I didn’t feel anything. But gentle. I felt like a soap bubble that needed to be held gently. Or I would pop. Stupid me. Stupid parents. Stupid Life. Whatever. I never liked him anywya. Ok so I did. Not the point. WHATEVER! I’m done.
Phreak
the gentle rain fell on the roof and it sounded a lot like jazz and color yellow and the last time I fell in love. I wish I had a yellow raincoat with purple stars and an umbrella shaped like a pig and galoshes five sizes too big so I could stomp around like the Hulk
N. Shami
She was sweet and all of seven years old. As she looked around her all she could see was the small animal looking up at her with pleading eyes. “Mom”, she pleaded, “this animal needs a home. Can I take care of her?” What could I say as I stared into those big green pools of concern? “Of course,” I said, knowing that the fall out at home would tremendous. How would I explain this to my very allergic husband? Off we went, kitten in tow……
Kathlee
It was his hands against my face, and I knew it before I even opened my eyes.
“Hi,” I said. My voice came out low and raspy, but somehow I liked the sound of it.
“Hi,” he answered me back. I’d never seen such a beautiful smile.
That’s when I knew I was going to be okay.
Jami
the world is gentle, gentle like a soft rain washing over your face on a spring day it feels like babies hands, little baby fingers little rain drops washing over you bringing you a sense of comfort joy peace and love the world is gentle like a cat’s fur or the laugh of a child on christmas morning and hopefully critics can be gentle too
Breezes
calm
Whispers
first smiles
handcupped secrets
stroke of cat
waves undulating
easy smooth
unforced
natural
Aya M
Gentle reminds me of my mother. She’s so kind and so gentle, yet so harsh and cold all at the same time. Its funny how that works. How someone can be so intimidating but so gentle and kind all at the same time. I really don’t understand it, but my mother is living proof. Amazing human being she is. Truly an amazing human being
Mama
The breeze was gentle. Not in the sense of that stoic summer air, but more of that cool fall that blows just the right amount. It couldn’t be a more perfect setting, the leaves falling in time with nature’s metronome. This day visibly couldn’t get any better.
Kelsey
Jacob is gentle as he has smooth, soft baby skin. He’s the gentlest creature on earth and doesn’t even know how to be mean. He’s pure, sweet, and simply the best little person around. I can’t believe I am mother to such a wonderful, dear child. Many people spend their whole life hoping for such a miracle.
Jenn
The tiger was gentle. Not like any other tiger or big animal, but a touching gentle. He was soft and cuddly and was the nicest thing you would ever meet. He was so gentle around the other tigers and daycare kids that you were even suprised that he was from the wild.
Addie
soothing, comforting, warm arms, loving embrace,
ripples in clear water,
a soft warm breeze on an evening,
me,
treading lightly,
whispering love.
sis
Gentleness is a bunch of phony bullshit. No one is gentle. People act gentle when the restrain themselves. Nature is not gentle. Hurricanes whip around and hundreds of miles per hour to kill people. Fuck gentleness.
Devin Kelly
she spends too much time thinking about being gentle. If anything she needs to be the exact opposite. Its been all too simple, all to easy. She has suffered for it. You’d never know to look at her. But she is slowly committing suicide without giving up a fight. Sadly there is little anyone can do but stand and watch.
rory
the way he held my hand was so tender and gentle. like if he was afraid of breaking it in half. i told him it would be ok but he stayed the same. he gave me a look that said the words he could never say. then he walked away.
denisse
The pillow was gentle on my cheek.
Oh so gentle.
Ben
I asked her, to be gentle. She said she would try. My leg was bent at an odd angle, and though I was sure the bleeding had stopped, I felt light headed.
She said she had learned how to from a book that she kept with her, how to fix my leg. She pulled and twisted and when the pain filled my head and all went dark.
M
Her hands were gentle across his back. Slipping through his fingers their hands intertwined. Her smile was gentle touching his. Their lips soft on each others. His body was gentle against hers. Competing with the pump of the ocean the rythm of the sea. Their breath was gentle as the wind. Growing faster and faster with each stroke of the paintbrush. Until they finally errupted.
Arielle
It looked soft and sweet, and it smelled so nice. I reached for it, confident, unthinking and smiling. My hand did not tremble. My heart did not race. My mind was still. I screamed. That hurt!
TheBess
The breath against my neck
Was gentle
The bite that came after
Made me laugh.
I’m ticklish, love!
Grizabella
Gently, he rose from his chair and walked towards the visitor. The visitor had come for one thing and one thing only, and he’d be damned if he would let the visitor have it. They stared at each other, each refusing to make the first move.
Nathan
softly touching and caress this is a puppy dog word. Gentel in the breeze I think that my friends are gental swooshing breath I picture a lovers touch, softly pleasuring. ge
Hannah Chase
sometimes we are unable to think of what we want to mean. something that is so pure causes unhappiness to some people. i wish that i could just embrace what the world has to offer when we think of the word gentle. i wish that i could say what it means.
Magdalena
Gentle is anything but rough, and everyone can be extrememly rough, but it takes a true man to be able to be gentle, unfortunately those men are hard to find, so hard its rediculous, but occassionally you realize that you are one of those guys, and that until your about 25 no one is looking for that, everyone is looking for the really rough guy who can provide excitement, its really annoying to me, I always get screwed over as the nice guy, wow this travelled a long way from gentle.
His hands caressed my face,and I brushed his fingers, listening as he sang his lullaby. Our lullaby. A simple tune, one that he’d played a while ago on our dusty old grand piano, but so ubnbearably sweet.
The kittens tongue graced my hand as i smiled to myself and cradled it in my arms.
Be gentle with your words, please. Think before you speak, sir.
When I was younger, my mother taught me to be gentle with flowers. “soft, soft” she’d say as she carried me and let me hold the delicate flower in my hand. The gentle touch led me to appreciate the subtler, more quiet things in life and when I was older, she used the same method to teach my autistic cousin to be gentle with certain things.
one world one place one way to make peace. This is our world we need to make it a place where everyone who has the privileged to have the gift of life is able to live and be happy. We must care and be gentle with people you never know they have been going through, Smile its contagious.
The child’s touch was very gentle as she stroked the small kitten. Already predisposed to be a mother, she handled the baby animal as one would a newborn.
that’s Ube my 2nd dog. soft, pirouttes, not like Mongo, the 1st one who is more on the excited side. tip-toe, tippity-toe, quietly, gently
I am gentle with babies. Gentle people are soft, intelligent people. They care about others. They ease things. Gentle, Gentle, Gentle. Gentle. :DDD
calm and soft; quiet and subtle
you float like the wind
like a breeze touching the plain
shifting the grass to
the silent rhythm of life.
the pulse of humanity,
you are a gentle soul
a gracious person and the
hope for tomorrow.
the winds sweep across the prairie.
to sing you a melody,
oh peaceful one.
Her love is gentle. And my heart is breaking.
kind a sweet soft touch. a wonderful easy manner babies. soft.love treasured. thats gentle.
soft and there is none softer, more gracious then that which is soft. Calm collective and obscure to those who handle with out thought carring perspective bla bla
Gentle and soft as a baby’s bum. Her face was so smooth, he couldn’t stop gently rubbing her gently soft face with his hand, as they stood together in the hallway. People walked on my, oblivious to this moment, frozen in time, the stood.
His skin was so soft. Just like his smile. Oh god, why did he have to be the opposite of it? Of what I thought he was? And now, I lay feeling the physical and mental pain. Jesus. I’m such a fool. Death please embrace me.
“Be gentle with that.” she said softly, watching him place the fragile shell back on the shelf.
newermind, jus do it
do
do
why
dont ask, just do
Like a mother to her newborn baby. That’s how he held me. Not with passion as I would have wished. Or maybe he was so passionate that he didn’t want to hurt me so he held me gently. Whatever. The point is I didn’t feel anything. But gentle. I felt like a soap bubble that needed to be held gently. Or I would pop. Stupid me. Stupid parents. Stupid Life. Whatever. I never liked him anywya. Ok so I did. Not the point. WHATEVER! I’m done.
the gentle rain fell on the roof and it sounded a lot like jazz and color yellow and the last time I fell in love. I wish I had a yellow raincoat with purple stars and an umbrella shaped like a pig and galoshes five sizes too big so I could stomp around like the Hulk
She was sweet and all of seven years old. As she looked around her all she could see was the small animal looking up at her with pleading eyes. “Mom”, she pleaded, “this animal needs a home. Can I take care of her?” What could I say as I stared into those big green pools of concern? “Of course,” I said, knowing that the fall out at home would tremendous. How would I explain this to my very allergic husband? Off we went, kitten in tow……
It was his hands against my face, and I knew it before I even opened my eyes.
“Hi,” I said. My voice came out low and raspy, but somehow I liked the sound of it.
“Hi,” he answered me back. I’d never seen such a beautiful smile.
That’s when I knew I was going to be okay.
the world is gentle, gentle like a soft rain washing over your face on a spring day it feels like babies hands, little baby fingers little rain drops washing over you bringing you a sense of comfort joy peace and love the world is gentle like a cat’s fur or the laugh of a child on christmas morning and hopefully critics can be gentle too
SMOOTH, PATIENT, DELICATE.
SUMMER BREEZE
FRESH SUMMER RAIN
BABY SMILE
FLOWER IN BLOOM
SWEET
Breezes
calm
Whispers
first smiles
handcupped secrets
stroke of cat
waves undulating
easy smooth
unforced
natural
Gentle reminds me of my mother. She’s so kind and so gentle, yet so harsh and cold all at the same time. Its funny how that works. How someone can be so intimidating but so gentle and kind all at the same time. I really don’t understand it, but my mother is living proof. Amazing human being she is. Truly an amazing human being
The breeze was gentle. Not in the sense of that stoic summer air, but more of that cool fall that blows just the right amount. It couldn’t be a more perfect setting, the leaves falling in time with nature’s metronome. This day visibly couldn’t get any better.
Jacob is gentle as he has smooth, soft baby skin. He’s the gentlest creature on earth and doesn’t even know how to be mean. He’s pure, sweet, and simply the best little person around. I can’t believe I am mother to such a wonderful, dear child. Many people spend their whole life hoping for such a miracle.
The tiger was gentle. Not like any other tiger or big animal, but a touching gentle. He was soft and cuddly and was the nicest thing you would ever meet. He was so gentle around the other tigers and daycare kids that you were even suprised that he was from the wild.
soothing, comforting, warm arms, loving embrace,
ripples in clear water,
a soft warm breeze on an evening,
me,
treading lightly,
whispering love.
Gentleness is a bunch of phony bullshit. No one is gentle. People act gentle when the restrain themselves. Nature is not gentle. Hurricanes whip around and hundreds of miles per hour to kill people. Fuck gentleness.
she spends too much time thinking about being gentle. If anything she needs to be the exact opposite. Its been all too simple, all to easy. She has suffered for it. You’d never know to look at her. But she is slowly committing suicide without giving up a fight. Sadly there is little anyone can do but stand and watch.
the way he held my hand was so tender and gentle. like if he was afraid of breaking it in half. i told him it would be ok but he stayed the same. he gave me a look that said the words he could never say. then he walked away.
The pillow was gentle on my cheek.
Oh so gentle.
I asked her, to be gentle. She said she would try. My leg was bent at an odd angle, and though I was sure the bleeding had stopped, I felt light headed.
She said she had learned how to from a book that she kept with her, how to fix my leg. She pulled and twisted and when the pain filled my head and all went dark.
Her hands were gentle across his back. Slipping through his fingers their hands intertwined. Her smile was gentle touching his. Their lips soft on each others. His body was gentle against hers. Competing with the pump of the ocean the rythm of the sea. Their breath was gentle as the wind. Growing faster and faster with each stroke of the paintbrush. Until they finally errupted.
It looked soft and sweet, and it smelled so nice. I reached for it, confident, unthinking and smiling. My hand did not tremble. My heart did not race. My mind was still. I screamed. That hurt!
The breath against my neck
Was gentle
The bite that came after
Made me laugh.
I’m ticklish, love!
Gently, he rose from his chair and walked towards the visitor. The visitor had come for one thing and one thing only, and he’d be damned if he would let the visitor have it. They stared at each other, each refusing to make the first move.
softly touching and caress this is a puppy dog word. Gentel in the breeze I think that my friends are gental swooshing breath I picture a lovers touch, softly pleasuring. ge
sometimes we are unable to think of what we want to mean. something that is so pure causes unhappiness to some people. i wish that i could just embrace what the world has to offer when we think of the word gentle. i wish that i could say what it means.
Gentle is anything but rough, and everyone can be extrememly rough, but it takes a true man to be able to be gentle, unfortunately those men are hard to find, so hard its rediculous, but occassionally you realize that you are one of those guys, and that until your about 25 no one is looking for that, everyone is looking for the really rough guy who can provide excitement, its really annoying to me, I always get screwed over as the nice guy, wow this travelled a long way from gentle.