Best Gentle Poems
Simply unaware....or perhaps I don't care
what others say or do
It's partially true
I'm through
Used to care what they think
of my words, of my ink
not anymore....
So much more is in store
you see...rhymes keep knocking at my door
I write and you explore
I won't be intimidated
slated or hated
my thoughts confiscated
by he said she said judgement calls
and so the mic falls
Applause reverberates
and oh how it sates
this little heart of mine
it sounds almost...divine
approval affixed
on my lines, on the mix
of these thoughts and these scribbles
gone is the dribble
of inconsistent scales
yes, it all pales
for I blossom, yes I strive
here in my poetic tribe
the true and the tried
the ones who remain
the ones who refrain
from unkind jabs
drawing blood, leaving scabs
wounds remain...
sad refrain
Yet, tranquility is my gain
I'm stronger
I've stayed here longer
and I will thrive
"staying alive"
for the select few
people like you
and people like me
who love poetry
Pseudonyms, pseudogames
I've seen them come and go
and this much I know
truth is tenacious
staying power's for the gracious
weathering the storm
an exception, not the norm
this much I can tell you:
rhymes remain resplendid
all the way through time
poetry
will
shine
Eileen Manassian
Musing on this life of mine
Alone I wonder if it's time?
Robin sings in my heart
Fluttering wings like cupid's dart.
Have been hurt, no doubt caused pain
Hearing robin's song again
Before I journey who knows where?
Know angelic wings will take me there.
The time has come and gone again
I'm stoic now what's left to gain
The universe will keep me here
Perhaps a day, perhaps a year.
A harbinger called to seal my fate
My gentle songbird set no date
Listen carefully you might hear
Angelic music have no fear.
She writes about Fall's beauty in the rain
The falling raindrops' dance ascribing thence
Bespoken verse that lightens her refrain
before the time they met - her steps commence.
She listens to the soft and rhythmic thrum,
her love turned to escape and cloudy string
Where nimbus mistletoe fell, tears to become
Their kiss of Autumn was symbolic ring.
The first light cotton mists with summer rays
While skyward cheerful laughs adorn the land,
their ceremonial dance diffuses grays,
affectionate embrace, where dreams expand.
Upon September's sky the raindrops gleam
With half of hidden Sun to laugh and beam.
--------- 8-29-13
I can offer you sympathy,
try to feel you through empathy.
But if you take it for granted,
silence will be your remedy.
Remember the seeds you planted,
when unnourished will bloom slanted.
Hearts yearn for balanced devotion,
like birds sharing what they chanted.
When there is too much commotion,
tears seem to fall in slow motion.
Will you give my soul an embrace,
try to sense its deep emotion?
Ego only portrays disgrace.
Some actions are hard to replace.
Judgement is harshly negative.
Selflessness should be your showcase.
When the conscience seems tentative,
your heartbeats become expletive.
But if you've helped quench someone's thirst,
the thoughtful become sensitive.
Before the heart and soul immerse,
the eyes observe compassion first.
Awareness brings sweet harmony.
A purpose that should be well versed.
I almost didn’t make it here.
Not tonight.
Not to this day.
Not to this moment.
Because some days
breathing feels like begging,
and my ribs feel too fragile to hold up the weight of me.
And I don’t tell anyone.
I smile,
In the way glass smiles right before it shatters.
I laugh,
the way a mask laughs when no one’s behind it.
And I pray nobody hears the sound of me cracking.
And then
one day
a hand.
Not a fist.
Not a finger pointing out everything broken in me.
Not a grip trying to drag me where I wasn’t ready to go.
Just a hand.
Gentle.
Steady.
Human.
It touched my shoulder like it wasn’t dangerous to love me.
It reached for mine like I was worth reaching for.
And in that moment
every screaming voice in my head
got quiet.
Do you understand?
That’s what saved me.
Not thunder.
Not fire.
Not some miracle in the sky.
A gentle hand.
A reminder that I wasn’t too heavy,
that I wasn’t too late,
that I wasn’t invisible.
And I learned something that day
gentleness is not weakness.
It’s war.
It’s rebellion.
It’s armor that doesn’t look like armor,
but still keeps you alive.
So now
if I can be that hand for someone else,
if I can steady a shoulder,
hold a palm,
stop a fall
I will.
Because I am still here.
Because somebody, once,
offered me a gentle hand.
And that…
that was enough.
It begins as a gentle breeze
that rustles the leaves with its touch.
Scurrying through the tops of trees,
it begins as a gentle breeze.
Not enough to discourage bees,
it is barely brisk; it isn't much.
It begins as a gentle breeze
that rustles the leaves with its touch.
It is barely brisk; it isn't much,
until that breeze begins to gust.
Yet birds can still escape its clutch:
it is barely brisk; it isn't much.
It topples garbage cans and such,
gathering up a cloud of dust.
It is barely brisk; it isn't much,
until that breeze begins to gust.
Gathering up a cloud of dust,
a darkness blocks out the Sun's light.
And winds blow, with increasing thrust;
gathering up a cloud of dust.
When the sky turns orangey rust,
tornadoes are a frightful sight.
Gathering up a cloud of dust,
a darkness blocks out the Sun's light.
Tornadoes are a frightful sight,
with debris flying through the air.
Morphing into objects of might,
tornadoes are a frightful sight.
Finding cover, we hang on tight,
for flying shrapnel packs a scare.
Tornadoes are a frightful sight,
with debris flying through the air.
Fear not the fierce wind, o gentle heart
Though it may rattle the eaves
And give no ear to its whispers with nothing to impart
But shallow promises that hang, like dried, parched leaves
Listen to its mournful wails on the way to some distant shore
Leaving in its trail, the harsh rawness of a chill
And envy not; give pity instead; be sure to keep no scores
For the warmth of a gentle heart is by far, richer still
For who can fathom the baleful howls invading valleys below;
Billowing across the fragile earth and her boundless seas?
Is it in anguish that she protests; who can really know?
Yet, judge not, o gentle heart, but like a blade of grass amidst a storm
Lay calmly into the wind; rely not upon your strength; stay strong
~*~
A gentle kiss,
that I really must send
To another true,
and very dear friend
Pucker up babe,
it's coming your way
And riding a storm,
so it should be there today
I licked my lips before I blew,
so I know it's going to stick
But with all the lightning,
it might have a little kick
So when it hits your lips,
it might give off a little spark
Now what started off as a gentle kiss,
might be leaving you in the dark
*For my sweety*
*Elizabeth Wesley*
Love,Dannyboy
8-24-12
Little dove, gentle dove
show me your heart
the key to your love
ne're more shall part
for my heart is raptured
your kindness abounds
my love is captured
your sweetness surrounds
Little dove, gentle dove
you've stolen my heart
you taught me to love
a new life does start
You've caressed me in ways
few have known
I bless the days
with you I've flown
You came when I needed an etheric friend,
though I never knew you in life.
An angelic guardian I see in dreams.
You died just before I was born yet,
it feels like we've spent a lifetime together.
Protectorate, eternal spirit, arriving when needed;
an infinite connection.
Cartoonist that you are;
in childhood, I knew you as a giant panda bear,
my invisible playmate after grandma died.
You understood just what my
child-mind needed to heal.
Others only labeled me a,
“weird child”.
You inspired me and gave me hope.
To you I attribute my imagination and creativity;
from you I inherited my love of the arts.
Now, astral visits give birth to fresh ideas.
Being an adult should never be boring,
grownup or set stagnant.
If “faith is believing”, then I am rich.
I believe in spirit and soul.
Yes, you came when I needed a friend
and now I believe I can truly be me;
without the condemnation and judgments of others.
You came and you gave me…
back to me.
Oh, death be gentle and be kind
whenever you shall come for me,
for one day you shall be assigned
to set my soul from body free.
Please do not be a reaper grim.
Oh, death, be gentle and be kind.
When light inside my eyes grows dim,
the great beyond I soon shall find.
Yes, I’ll be following behind
to where it is that you might lead.
Oh, death be gentle and be kind.
Don’t torture me or make me bleed.
Please take me swiftly without pain.
Let peace and joy then be entwined
and lift me to a higher plane.
Oh, death be gentle and be kind.
be
gentle
with yourself
like fragile glass.
you're only human,
imperfectly perfect,
we're all a little broken.
it's no use dwelling in the past;
abandon regrets and mistakes there.
whenever you fall down, you'll rise back up.
no matter how i n f i n i t e s i m a l,
anything troubling will come to pass,
take time to focus on your breath,
remember this, friend, there isn't
a thing broken within
or out of yourself
that you can't fix!
treat yourself
with great
care.
Shifting sands beneath me leave soft impressions
Like the gentle etchings upon my pages
It is not my goal to create a pattern
Ever enduring
February 3, 2019
I've always showered
care on ungrateful trees,
the ones that bloomed
and the ones that withered.
I watered them anyway.
In this chaotic world,
compassion is made slavery,
chained with entitlement
and false lovebites,
yet my tender heart
endures through the raid
and self-inflicted questions
of why I have to succumb
to an endless tide.
Sometimes in regret of why
goodness chose me as its heir,
I flip out, leaving the throne empty.
Though I wage wars not to be
kind anymore, I find myself retreating.
In the end, it is nature's course for me.
But should I drown in empathy
that l lose my mind? My use or
willingness to set boundaries
and say No when the shoes
don't fit my legs? For I have
been in the watch house
without looking. It took me
courage and self-awareness
to glare beyond the boiling surface.
I washed my eyes in
discernment and worth,
to dive past the silent suck.
I befriended clarity and in her depth,
I learnt to work with both minds.
For kindness doesn't exist to
drain me but help me find my path.
So I dished portions of bitter
sour soups to users and
drummers without rhythm,
Just to test their intent
and they smiled at its
sweetness.
They would forge a life in
death just to drain the
remaining water in my
well. I let them go in
thirst because there's barely
a drop left for me and my heart
has now tested the rough edges
of the valleys and the shape
of my eyes have been born anew.
So conscious, it wouldn't flinch
if dust was thrown in it.
And the lovers that used to ride
on my patchless boat, they have
now drowned, since the engines only
worked in the purity of their needs.
It is not I that led them to
destruction, It is their greed.
I offered them bandages still,
I showed them the path,
I directed them through the journey,
I didn't go with them else they would
make me lose my way and distract
me from the gold mine in front.
My peace has never been this full.
Full of happiness and Bluebells.
I am a Watchman that sees
through the dark forest and
I shall live a long life setting
those standards.
Still an heir to the throne
now I sit with an eagle eye.
My soul in good deeds
will never be used again.
Violet skies regard the drowsy moon,
Stars glisten on the edges of dark night,
Laughing eagerly wherever they’re strewn,
Evoking stories that gentle hearts write.
Stars glisten on the edges of dark night,
Softly glowing, restoring rest to souls,
Evoking stories that gentle hearts write,
With soothing words, their poetry consoles.
Softly glowing, restoring rest to souls,
Breathless promises shake the naked dew,
With soothing words, their poetry consoles.
Saintly blessings stirred the spirit’s breakthrough.
Breathless promises shake the naked dew,
Forest’s melody invites leaves to dance,
Saintly blessings stirred the spirit’s breakthrough,
Whispering passion, like a heart’s romance.
Forest’s melody invites leaves to dance,
Bursting with light, the trees sway to the tune,
Whispering passion, like a heart’s romance,
Waltzing with the rabbits, deer and raccoon.
Bursting with light, the trees sway to the tune,
The presence of starlight swells the heart’s muse.
Waltzing with the rabbits, deer and raccoon.
Perfect peace, wonders and dreams will enthuse.
The presence of starlight swells the heart’s muse.
Laughing eagerly wherever they’re strewn,
Perfect peace, wonders and dreams will enthuse.
Violet skies regard the drowsy moon!