i was gentle with her. she responded with passion. there would be no second chance. afterward we lay awake, wondering.
what a sweet girl she was.
michael
my cat’s fur.
your smile when you look at it.
a fingertip.
the unpolished wood of my drying rack.
air.
clouds.
sky.
the squint of an eye.
a sideways glance.
you.
always, you.
james
meek. kind and lowly. not given to anger or rashness. loving. smiling. soft. curves rather than sharp angle. soft-spoken. babies. lovely. fuzzy. :)
gerilyn
gentle breezes on a sunny day
the touch of a girl as she kisses me
things I miss.
wolf
i wish the softness stayed with me forever, but it always goes when you do. i think if i were allowed it for an extended period of time, i would be paralyzed by the bliss of it, and would never move again. please don’t be so cautious with my psyche, it only stands to make things worse as time goes on.
little wing
you kiss me so sweet and soft, like the touch of a babys hand. You hold me like I could break and you love me so gentle.
sue
the gentle man helped the woman off the ground. “Hi my name is jake.” he said with a dazzling smile. she stood uneasily, blustered by his warmth. He had a rather wolfish air to him, it made her uneasy, but she was intriged by the mystery that he carried.
emma
soft not hard good nice love kiss gentle hold hug grab hold throw cuddle love blow look
justin
bunny rabbits are gentle. What else? Iounno. This is free write, good practice. You’re supposed to write anything that comes to mind. Now what? HURRY! YO ucan’t tell me you havne’t had a thought yet.YOu’re being lame, quit coping me.
david
He couldn’t have been gentle. I could barely walk. My mouth was bleeding. I didn’t know why because I didn’t have the words. This wasn’t my world yet. But now it was. And I wasn’t even sure why.
X
edgar is gentle the most gentle creature except when he’s angry then he likes to dig at things, mostly fabric. I like to be gentle when I touch flowers and plants.
gentle breezes, gentle sunshine.
liz
soft curving pale white hands hugging the small pink flower in the dirt on the ground. soft rain falls on the soft hands and everything is quite and clear. mist spreads like a blanket and you are calm. night is coming, the night bleeds purple.
erin
Gentle, oh what is it to be gentle. Is nothing softer than the woman of your dreams? Hardly, For she is stone cold on the inside. I always wanted to preserve the baby inside of me, the only true gentle there could ever be. Why must I turn to outside sources to help me with my problem?
Just an asshole
As your hands gently wipe the hair from my face I’m reminded why I love you so much. What I first fell for was your soft, gentle touch. I remember the first time I saw you, our arms touched in the hallway and sent shivers up my spine.
Caitlin
in the evening sky i smile. The voices lift into our ears. Pierced in gray thoughts of gray places. It is not and what it always was. To be sure I can’t. But still. I wait. Your soft face. Your soft remarks. Still the fading night fades even more so in your eye. The distance subsides. Gentle.
Adam Scanlan
gentle.
like feelings?
or like the wind?
maybe the heart that you continue to break.
or maybe these glass like arms that need your support.
be gentle with me.
i break easy.
like a little china ballerina doll.
Amber.
touch of feathers
under the weather
gliding, sliding, much rougher
and tougher to avoid
the feeling i feel when
your fingers glide
fur and daisies and broken leaves
cheeks and eyes and ripped sleeves
under, over, in-between
i’ll learn to live and smile and lean
Kelly Foster
sweet, caring, loving, soft.
something to touch. feel.
warm and inviting.
manly. holding in his arms.
wonderful. amazing. feelings.
Courtney
I don’t think of myself as gentle. My words, often harsh and ungainly, seem to be abrasive to everyone around me.
Also when I think of the word gentle I think of physical touch, which makes me uncomfortable.
J VonStrange
I am very gentle with the cats around my house. My dog is gentle with them too. I love being gentle with my husband. My husband is gentle with the kids. My kids are gentle to my flowers and plants. I almost died being too gentle with my knife. Why, you could tell me that I was going to die being gentle. Haha!
Rebecca
gentle was the name of the game for gertrude macaroon, she had been startled by the recent news of normandy the gentle gorilla, she had beaten her online playing yahtzee. and now it’s dinner time.
mervin lee
He had a gentle face for a man so old, sitting there coolly underneath the shadow of a hanging branch that was swaying lightly with the warm summer breeze. He had come there every day for years now to sit in the fresh air of the forest upon that bench: a hard piece of wood one had scavenged from the surrounding area.
Jon
There once was a man who could never get a woman. He then learned that woman do not like to be treated badly. So one day he was on a date and tryed somthing different. he was gentle. They eventually got married and they lived happily ever after.
Chris
do you know how to be gentle…is that something you have been allowed to do…or is it all just want…take…have…I know how to be gentle…because I am afraid…afraid to want…to take…to have…fear has made me gentle…i want someone to teach me how to be hard…
Chelsea Holden
gentle was the voice, she spoke like thunder, like rain like the sun behind the storm. gentle was the touch, she touched like gravel, like hail, like the electric lightning from the purple clouds above the long red sunset. gentle was the love. she wept words like swords, like heat, like a serated knife. i never loved her like i wanted to but i worshipped, gentle was my obsession like a shroud around her like raw hide left out to dry in the sun, like something i can’t remember because her face is fading and i don’t know what color her eyes were the last time we kissed with dry lips and wet dreams of desserts and sand and tornadoes. i guess she wasn’t as beautiful as i told her she was, i guess i wasn’t as gentle.
Laura Limbach
flowers waving in the breeze on a spring day all of a sudden a teddy bear comes and lays down next to it licking the flower a butterfly lands on his nose and kisses him then a fire hydrant appears and gives them drinks of water they lap it up contently then water the flower which smiles back and hugs them then a ball bounces by and a kid shows up and grabs the ball =D
tubz
He had always been gentle. Even though he was so big. When people first saw him, they were often afraid. But then he would talk, and the soft lilt of his voice would instanly appease them. After a while he would gather people in his arms and they would safe.
Dan Finch
Be gentle, but not,
because I want to hurt…
show me the ropes, sir.
PoeticGrin
you are so gentle when you touch my face like that, and you look into my eyes and the flowers fall all around us and nothing matters but the setting sun and your touch on my body.
amanda
It is nice to be gentle, docile. Nice and gentle are too (two) silly words. They are used so freely without any passion or truth to their utterance. Sure, gentle people are preferred over those who are not so. I think more people should be gentle.
sam
a gentle touch. a gentle feeling. that’s all i’ve ever wanted in life. any touch, any word, any love has been harsh, cold, unfeeling. i want gentleness, profound meaning, something to standon, yet something to comfort me. i don’t know where to find it. i feel like i’ve come close so many times before, but i’ve never gotten a grasp.
manders
generic gentile glances glowering from gastric grooves growing in green glass gestures and gnawing gnomes gently as a goodnight game.
pleading prostrate and poring over pale panicattacks pining after pause, privileged people in photos prefer pseudo preconceptions prior to placid praise.
be back on breezes, and ban bad basilican banisters from becoming normal before bees and birds breed beyond basic beginnings in Genesis, O gentle Genesis where we were born and botched badly everything eternal.
sacred sin stewing softly set on sills of satin sweetly singing snitches in ears to sever sanctification. so swerve sideways, Series of Eden, and swallow space in gentle grace.
Hannah Wells
Gentle is one of those words that always makes me ill. I hate the way it looks, and I hate the way it sounds. It reminds me of something ridiculously gross, like baby kittens or the caress of a lover. It sickens me. Then I always start think of “genteel”, or however you spell it. That’s a French word, I think.
Kaylee
holding a baby. lace. lotion. but mostly edward and bella. the way he is with her. since he could break her at any moment, without even trying. the lion and the lamb.
sarah
The feelings i have i just can’t hide. I can’t really sum up to you what they are. Pain, happiness, anything, it all seems to be the same. Nothing comes at me gently, it all hits me at once. Just as if i fell off a curb and hit my face on the concrete below my feet.
Eric Pitt
She is so gentle to me. Her softness captivates me. It keeps me going. It’s the side of me I never knew about. It gives me meaning. Perhaps, there is hope for me. In the way I move, the way I touch & love others. Maybe there is hope in this rough world of hate.
Jessica
The way I expect those to treat others they do not understand.
C. Mighion
i try to be gentle with others’ feelings. i kind of need people to be gentle with mine. gentleness is one of the nicest qualities you can have, no matter how twee that may sound. the word itself makes me feel serene.
jen
He wasn’t gentle, but I should’ve expected that. It felt good, but my silence was meant to punish him. I remembered. It was just the same as always.
Arin
one time i was walking and i don’t want to write a story i don’t know what i want to write actually. i was going to talk about sean, because i am kind of lonely and gentle makes me think of touching and i would like that right now. but i don’t know if i want to talk about sean anymore, he kind of just makes me sad. not only because we are broken up and he is hundreds of miles away, but because i don’t think that he is particularly happy, and him and david aren’t meeting people that they have anything in common with.
i was gentle with her. she responded with passion. there would be no second chance. afterward we lay awake, wondering.
what a sweet girl she was.
my cat’s fur.
your smile when you look at it.
a fingertip.
the unpolished wood of my drying rack.
air.
clouds.
sky.
the squint of an eye.
a sideways glance.
you.
always, you.
meek. kind and lowly. not given to anger or rashness. loving. smiling. soft. curves rather than sharp angle. soft-spoken. babies. lovely. fuzzy. :)
gentle breezes on a sunny day
the touch of a girl as she kisses me
things I miss.
i wish the softness stayed with me forever, but it always goes when you do. i think if i were allowed it for an extended period of time, i would be paralyzed by the bliss of it, and would never move again. please don’t be so cautious with my psyche, it only stands to make things worse as time goes on.
you kiss me so sweet and soft, like the touch of a babys hand. You hold me like I could break and you love me so gentle.
the gentle man helped the woman off the ground. “Hi my name is jake.” he said with a dazzling smile. she stood uneasily, blustered by his warmth. He had a rather wolfish air to him, it made her uneasy, but she was intriged by the mystery that he carried.
soft not hard good nice love kiss gentle hold hug grab hold throw cuddle love blow look
bunny rabbits are gentle. What else? Iounno. This is free write, good practice. You’re supposed to write anything that comes to mind. Now what? HURRY! YO ucan’t tell me you havne’t had a thought yet.YOu’re being lame, quit coping me.
He couldn’t have been gentle. I could barely walk. My mouth was bleeding. I didn’t know why because I didn’t have the words. This wasn’t my world yet. But now it was. And I wasn’t even sure why.
edgar is gentle the most gentle creature except when he’s angry then he likes to dig at things, mostly fabric. I like to be gentle when I touch flowers and plants.
gentle breezes, gentle sunshine.
soft curving pale white hands hugging the small pink flower in the dirt on the ground. soft rain falls on the soft hands and everything is quite and clear. mist spreads like a blanket and you are calm. night is coming, the night bleeds purple.
Gentle, oh what is it to be gentle. Is nothing softer than the woman of your dreams? Hardly, For she is stone cold on the inside. I always wanted to preserve the baby inside of me, the only true gentle there could ever be. Why must I turn to outside sources to help me with my problem?
As your hands gently wipe the hair from my face I’m reminded why I love you so much. What I first fell for was your soft, gentle touch. I remember the first time I saw you, our arms touched in the hallway and sent shivers up my spine.
in the evening sky i smile. The voices lift into our ears. Pierced in gray thoughts of gray places. It is not and what it always was. To be sure I can’t. But still. I wait. Your soft face. Your soft remarks. Still the fading night fades even more so in your eye. The distance subsides. Gentle.
gentle.
like feelings?
or like the wind?
maybe the heart that you continue to break.
or maybe these glass like arms that need your support.
be gentle with me.
i break easy.
like a little china ballerina doll.
touch of feathers
under the weather
gliding, sliding, much rougher
and tougher to avoid
the feeling i feel when
your fingers glide
fur and daisies and broken leaves
cheeks and eyes and ripped sleeves
under, over, in-between
i’ll learn to live and smile and lean
sweet, caring, loving, soft.
something to touch. feel.
warm and inviting.
manly. holding in his arms.
wonderful. amazing. feelings.
I don’t think of myself as gentle. My words, often harsh and ungainly, seem to be abrasive to everyone around me.
Also when I think of the word gentle I think of physical touch, which makes me uncomfortable.
I am very gentle with the cats around my house. My dog is gentle with them too. I love being gentle with my husband. My husband is gentle with the kids. My kids are gentle to my flowers and plants. I almost died being too gentle with my knife. Why, you could tell me that I was going to die being gentle. Haha!
gentle was the name of the game for gertrude macaroon, she had been startled by the recent news of normandy the gentle gorilla, she had beaten her online playing yahtzee. and now it’s dinner time.
He had a gentle face for a man so old, sitting there coolly underneath the shadow of a hanging branch that was swaying lightly with the warm summer breeze. He had come there every day for years now to sit in the fresh air of the forest upon that bench: a hard piece of wood one had scavenged from the surrounding area.
There once was a man who could never get a woman. He then learned that woman do not like to be treated badly. So one day he was on a date and tryed somthing different. he was gentle. They eventually got married and they lived happily ever after.
do you know how to be gentle…is that something you have been allowed to do…or is it all just want…take…have…I know how to be gentle…because I am afraid…afraid to want…to take…to have…fear has made me gentle…i want someone to teach me how to be hard…
gentle was the voice, she spoke like thunder, like rain like the sun behind the storm. gentle was the touch, she touched like gravel, like hail, like the electric lightning from the purple clouds above the long red sunset. gentle was the love. she wept words like swords, like heat, like a serated knife. i never loved her like i wanted to but i worshipped, gentle was my obsession like a shroud around her like raw hide left out to dry in the sun, like something i can’t remember because her face is fading and i don’t know what color her eyes were the last time we kissed with dry lips and wet dreams of desserts and sand and tornadoes. i guess she wasn’t as beautiful as i told her she was, i guess i wasn’t as gentle.
flowers waving in the breeze on a spring day all of a sudden a teddy bear comes and lays down next to it licking the flower a butterfly lands on his nose and kisses him then a fire hydrant appears and gives them drinks of water they lap it up contently then water the flower which smiles back and hugs them then a ball bounces by and a kid shows up and grabs the ball =D
He had always been gentle. Even though he was so big. When people first saw him, they were often afraid. But then he would talk, and the soft lilt of his voice would instanly appease them. After a while he would gather people in his arms and they would safe.
Be gentle, but not,
because I want to hurt…
show me the ropes, sir.
you are so gentle when you touch my face like that, and you look into my eyes and the flowers fall all around us and nothing matters but the setting sun and your touch on my body.
It is nice to be gentle, docile. Nice and gentle are too (two) silly words. They are used so freely without any passion or truth to their utterance. Sure, gentle people are preferred over those who are not so. I think more people should be gentle.
a gentle touch. a gentle feeling. that’s all i’ve ever wanted in life. any touch, any word, any love has been harsh, cold, unfeeling. i want gentleness, profound meaning, something to standon, yet something to comfort me. i don’t know where to find it. i feel like i’ve come close so many times before, but i’ve never gotten a grasp.
generic gentile glances glowering from gastric grooves growing in green glass gestures and gnawing gnomes gently as a goodnight game.
pleading prostrate and poring over pale panicattacks pining after pause, privileged people in photos prefer pseudo preconceptions prior to placid praise.
be back on breezes, and ban bad basilican banisters from becoming normal before bees and birds breed beyond basic beginnings in Genesis, O gentle Genesis where we were born and botched badly everything eternal.
sacred sin stewing softly set on sills of satin sweetly singing snitches in ears to sever sanctification. so swerve sideways, Series of Eden, and swallow space in gentle grace.
Gentle is one of those words that always makes me ill. I hate the way it looks, and I hate the way it sounds. It reminds me of something ridiculously gross, like baby kittens or the caress of a lover. It sickens me. Then I always start think of “genteel”, or however you spell it. That’s a French word, I think.
holding a baby. lace. lotion. but mostly edward and bella. the way he is with her. since he could break her at any moment, without even trying. the lion and the lamb.
The feelings i have i just can’t hide. I can’t really sum up to you what they are. Pain, happiness, anything, it all seems to be the same. Nothing comes at me gently, it all hits me at once. Just as if i fell off a curb and hit my face on the concrete below my feet.
She is so gentle to me. Her softness captivates me. It keeps me going. It’s the side of me I never knew about. It gives me meaning. Perhaps, there is hope for me. In the way I move, the way I touch & love others. Maybe there is hope in this rough world of hate.
The way I expect those to treat others they do not understand.
i try to be gentle with others’ feelings. i kind of need people to be gentle with mine. gentleness is one of the nicest qualities you can have, no matter how twee that may sound. the word itself makes me feel serene.
He wasn’t gentle, but I should’ve expected that. It felt good, but my silence was meant to punish him. I remembered. It was just the same as always.
one time i was walking and i don’t want to write a story i don’t know what i want to write actually. i was going to talk about sean, because i am kind of lonely and gentle makes me think of touching and i would like that right now. but i don’t know if i want to talk about sean anymore, he kind of just makes me sad. not only because we are broken up and he is hundreds of miles away, but because i don’t think that he is particularly happy, and him and david aren’t meeting people that they have anything in common with.