Gentle Poems - Poems about Gentle

It began when a woman by a pool, suddenly became fearful seeing water causing her stomach to churn. Just from looking at the water— not when it touched her skin. The wise sage pointed to a spot beneath her eye, an acupuncture tapping point, connected to the stomach meridian. Tap there, he said. Just for two minutes. The dread eased, and with it,...

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If you're going to Honolulu be sure to wear a flower behind your ear if you're coming to Honolulu you're going to meet some gentle people here more than just a fashion statement a plumeria represents birth love spring and new beginnings so it’s no surprise a woman's romantic status it can also symbolise if you're married or unavailable wear it behind your left on the right...

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You're beautiful like no other, Your smile can melt the hardest stone, You were raised well by your mother, Good home training you've always shown. Many stars shine in night's vast sky, But none as bright as the dog star, With wisdom no one can decry, With joy no foe can ever mar. Joy not only shines on your face, It lights a beacon...

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I need not build a mansion to find my peace of mind. I need no fleet of luxury cars for calm to dwell inside. All I need is a whisper — a gentle breeze blown beneath a clear, untroubled sky, under a tree that leans above a quiet, streaming brook casting a cool, soft shade. The bright sunlight will wrap me in a tranquil blanket, within a...

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a bouquet of white blossoms touched by a tinge of pink blushing at the thought of your smile in the distance AP: Honorable Mention 2025 Submitted on July 25, 2025 for contest 1398 sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - RANKED 10TH...

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I like the heroic America of World War II;... The America champion of good technology... The America that freed us from the damned little mustache... The America of Hollywood, of cinema, Of black soul music, of Doo Wop, Soft rock of Credence Clearwater Simon, Bob Dylan Folklore... Woodie Guthrie, Peter Seeger, Peter, Paul, Mary, mixed with country and blues, Poets like Walt Withman,...

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Kiss me as you’d kiss a baby, softly to show your love. Touch me gently, as you would someone hurt and afraid. Hug me and hold me tightly, that I might feel secure and protected. Smile at me and laugh with me, so I can see your joy and inner peace. These are the things that sooth my soul, inviting me to join you...

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The master cracks his whip across the horse’s trembling flank, pushing the beast to its limits until the wildness snaps and the horse reacts, a flurry of chaos beneath the sting. When silence falls, the master believes the animal has learned, believes the wounds are healed. He reaches out with clean hands, petting the horse's weary muzzle, his fingers gentle, but not soft enough. The horse,...

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Each night I call your name— and the floorboards creak their answer, settling into the weight of waiting. Your laughter breaks the silence like warm light spilling through my chest, where my ribs cage only echoes. In your gaze, dust motes pause mid-fall, suspended in the shaft of afternoon— then spiral again, small galaxies collapsing into light. You are the hand that steadies the trembling cup, the...

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When you stand before the mirror so still.. Do you count the years, against your will? Trace each line like a fading chart.. And mourn the youth that did depart? But what if mirrors told the tale.. Not of what's gone, but where you prevail? Not just the texture, time, or trace.. But every triumph you now embrace. The silvered reflection that greets...

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Rhythm of soft sand, Rules shaped in grace, not in stone— Trust in sacred rounds, Voices calm the storm ahead, Spirit grows in gentle care. ...

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some twist to the east for avoiding that thick mist some twist to the west...

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In the dead of night, when sleep refuses to come like a gentle cloud over thoughts, there should be a sanctuary where you can retreat when fatigue becomes a burden, when drinks no longer quench the thirst for forgetfulness, and grass no longer weaves dreams, and I don't mean places where the escape is towards stardust scattered in...

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From you, I feel a thrilling, gentle glow, A warmth that's magical and full of grace. No matter how many winters come and go, Each moment shared with you, I still embrace. With you, my heart feels calm and light as air, In my soul, awakened birds now sing. And though you're far away, I do not care, For in...

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With a gentle day, Comes a nice sunny sky, With no clouds to the eye, A careless whisper, And a time for fun, With a castaway, You’re never done, They watch them simmer, Under the rising sun, A chance where they need to run, And go through the gentle day, But still be a “difficult”, Cast-a-way....

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