Best Gentleness Poems
With the gentleness of a dove
you made me what I would be.
Softly, quietly you used love
from my past to set me free.
I did not know of your design.
It was subtle, sweet, tender.
But my soul it did surely find
and all my faults surrender.
A day came when I was new,
I scarce could understand why.
But now I know sweet, gentle you
found me worthy of a try.
Waterfall...
Mighty roar...
Gentle mist.
~Form is Ellip~
Why people somewhere so kind and gentle
and somewhere not?
Why people in Saint-Petersburg ,
Moskow, Astana, Bishkek
Look so impolite, inhospitable and unfriendly?
Ask about it the happy inhabitants
or better look himself for what
is the best product of free society
this kind of people who lived in Basel, Antwerp, Quebec
with Oslo or those
who fast transformed for better sort of governing -
Turkian, Philippinians and Ukrainians possible also.
The people of free society and reason
or those who going out from ruling prison
appreciated choice and initiation
and marvelously transformed own identity
as those who better controlled themselves and government,
they hoped for only for freedom and own diligence
and make wonders gradiently
under the hand of free market invisible and patiently.
And what do you say about authoritarian and enslaved nation,
there are all people depended from will of corrupt guidelanes ,
where freedom, honesty and choices in total deficit?
Poor citisens there mentally downgraded
early or later hardened and stoned their souls to anthracite
for surviving in merciless and no free circumstances.
That was a clearly answer
for such sorts of questions -
why people somewhere so kind and gentle
and somewhere not?
a single kindness -- warms a mighty weary heart
He gently creeps into her room
to rest tenderly near her side
while thoughts of melancholy zoom
in of his once vibrant bride
she's been there for him
so many, many years
he sniffles~and tries to hide
the sorrow and the tears
she has been injured and hurt
but has lost the fight
she will not make it through the night
she will be in paradise by tomorrow's day
he reaches to sniff her best skirt
holds it tight~ it smells of her perfume
he drags over to the vanity to spray
her familiar scent around the room
he cradles her head within his arm
then musters an adoring smile as he whispers in her ear,
"Time travels fast, and I will see you in a while, my dear"
He provides her warmth by stroking her hair
he wants to capture this image of her there
he wants this moment painted on the wall
so that he can always,always recall
how peaceful she seemed while adrift somewhere.
Copyright McCuen 2009
There is so little gentleness in me, so little fire.
Don`t touch my stubborn lips with your ones any more.
Oh, God, it`s only you who knows how much I`m sick and tired
Of longing for him and being always left alone.
I`m all hot passion now and then I`ll turn into cold winter.
Or do you love me, darling? I don`t know.
I gave you my heart but you cannot keep it. You don`t need it.
I wonder, was I too fast or too slow?
I`m not reproaching you but crying cause this love is hurting.
We are like black and white – so different… Damn this all!
But I can`t overcome this pain and stop this endless torture.
Without you I am a dull and senseless doll.
"Be like a flower ... gentle, quiet and humble" Quote _ Constance La France
Gentle
Like the breath of hope
That stirs inside the heart
Who believes, beyond a doubt
That hope heals the sorrows,
Nurses the feelings, the believing
Cures and restores, rebuilds
A joy that can only bring gentleness
Quiet
Like the beauty of faith
That surrounds the soul
With an amazing grace, a silence
In the wind, the wonders within
Those who remember to pray,
Without a word – with only a heart
Who knows that He still hears
Listening to the prayers,
Who flow so silently, so quietly
Humble
Like the wonder of love
That rouses the music within,
The bleeding dream, the faded grief
The sweetness of a forever belief
In the One who hears those appeals
From lips, meek and mild – like a child
Modest words, simple desires
Love only knows the miracle of a life
Who feels like it has been given blessings
In hope, faith and love – it accepts humbly
From the heart and soul, knowing
The miracle of something far greater
Than anything else on earth – anything
Ever known or experienced…
Thanks to Him, there is life everlasting
Forever is the gift from the Creator of us all,
The One who lasts through every sorrow,
The One who brings hope for each tomorrow
Thanks to Him, there is a light on inside us,
A light that shines bright so the world
Can see a part of His love – setting the soul on fire!
Gentle, quiet, humble – He abides in those who know
Those are words that ignite this unending desire
To give back to the One who brings a love like no other love alive!
He is the whole reason that love will always survive.
Writing Challenge - B Quotes - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
May 22, 2023
Honeybees circle,
Girl sleeps beneath... soft breaths
They will not sting her
"May I sleep under your emerald-umber arms in serenity of your cover." quote _by Poet
Titillating gently does the breeze move
Through pink cherry blossoms, brought fragrance Spring's best
Pastel weeds lull and swept away, rise, mingle, and bend,
Flourish and grow beauties, and an expression often quite profound
The pensive wandering clear river flows
surrounded by a throng of admirable melodic trees and underbrush
Creating an aura of love, even the hardest of rocks
White herons fly through and nest on the river’s shoulders
A peace and sleep will come to yield
Beavers gnawing through vegetation building dams
As the night starts to creep up with stealthy footsteps
Concealing the tiredness of the anxious waiting light blue sky
Graying clouds nudge the crescent moon
Light streams though darken shadows of the trees
7/16/2021
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emerald-umber= umbrella
This fruit of the Holy Spirit is
what we know,
Gentleness is God’s strength
under control.
May this be an example of humility in
your conduct and speech.
Being gentle will affect all people
that you will reach.
In this harsh, rude and
unforgiving world,
God’s gentleness in your life
will shine like gold.
May your life be a reflection of
this wonderful gift,
For God’s presence in your life
will give you a lift!
Jesus will lift you up,
and others will say,
Christ’ love and gentleness has
blessed us today!”
By Jim Pemberton
2008
In the gentleness of the season, hearts do not fade and do not lose their rhythm,
flowers bloom, and love finds its place, an eternal embrace for you,
for in every bud hides a love story waiting to be told,
in a world that is reborn with every smile and every ray of sunshine.
With the grace of your warm affection, your memories find their place,
times when, at love's gentle call, the sun and moon shine over everything,
a tenderness intertwined with the warmth of endless days and the sweetness of nights,
where every sunset is a promise and every sunrise, a new hope.
The caress of the breeze is sweet and gentle, but its gaze seems enchanted,
your leaves dance softly, and I wonder if tomorrow will bring another chance,
in this symphony of colors and desires that blend with the wind,
where every fallen leaf is a secret of the heart and an unspoken promise.
When raindrops touch the earth, I gaze through the window without worry,
your love, like a warm refuge, brings warmth to the flight of the dark night,
like a song that whispers peace and quiet in a universe of dreams and desires,
where every drop is a note in the symphony of love that binds us.
But if you were to disappear, my bed would be so cold, my love,
yearning for your embrace, I fear the tears would fall, refusing to fade,
like an endless winter freezing time and unspoken desires,
where every snowflake carries a part of my boundless longing.
Aim for gentleness in life
do not be sharp as a knife;
you won't regret it soon
it's good, it is a boon!
Tis' a Fruit of the Spirit
so you better believe it;
by gentleness you show love
required by the Man Above.
So practice this daily
let love gush out freely;
thou get a goodnight's sleep
God in thy heart to keep.
Amen!
The Book Of Galatians 5: 22-23 states:
v. 22: "In contrast, the Fruit of the Spirit
is, love, joy, peace, patience (long suffering),
kindness, generosity, faithfulness,
v. 23: gentleness, self control.
Against such there is no law."
Amen!
When you speak to me don't shout.
Don't force your opinion -
there's no need.
Hear the gentle persuasion of
subtlety. The lilting poetry
of seduction.
When you want me don't pounce!
Don't force your masculinity -
there's no need.
Listen to the rhythm of sexual
symmetry. The sensual exchange
of chemistry.
Be gentle in this brutal world;
Subtle tones not garish colours;
sensitive handling of one another.
Its all too loud, too cruel,
too brash, too selfish.
Jagged edges no smooth finish.
Life's such a rush, a dash, contention.
Road racing, no time for meandering.
Turn down the volume.
Freewheel, foot off the pedal.
Power down ego and power up your heart.
Discover sensitivity,
you'll be surprised!
So when you speak to me - don't shout!
There's no need. I can hear you
He touches my mind with his words
His gentle hand upon mine
A secret smile he smiles
Sweetness of his kiss
A tender whisper as he says my name
A look from his eye that describes desire
His heart beat is like thunder
His skin soft on my skin
He undresses my thoughts to inner feelings
As the sunsets , he comes alive
A man of all men he was surely sent
Decent through and through
I feel safe when he holds me in his embrace
No words need to be spoken
Just his loving look is a token
Nothing broken strength of all men
I kiss his lips tenderly with mine
A sign of my admire
He touches my mind with his words
His gentleness upon mine
Now that is gentleness in kind
Like a young heart, the sun outshines,
flirting with the billows of clouds,
leaving a gentle kiss on the blushing horizon.
Cry of mucking gulls above,
visit the no longer alone, white laced-topped waves;
its bounty full, a romantic love with morning gone.
A tern with its black hat,
near goldenrod, scattered in heaps,
pecks on the length of the treasures of the beach.
The tuneful sound of the spring ocean surf,
rolls in, touches my toes in a tease,
then runs away giggling, but not for long.
Once again it rolls to chase me for a nip at my toes.
4/12/2022