Gently Poems - Poems about Gently

20 Gently! 20 is the age, That many feel, Is life’s apex A self view, Dream’s engage, Visions unreel, Of Youth’s rare vortex, Energy accent ague, Center stage, Focus visions steal, From our older annex, Simcha True! Love gently, yet rage, Agin’ emotion neuter unreal, Cuddle is the text, Sensate Focus is the rule, Be infected via phage, Of 20, Gently! ...

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Gently as I whisper these words. Gently as I say words left unheard. Visions taunt me, sensations feel me. Water drip between me leaving me panting. Catch a kiss softly from the sky. I can't believe my panties are wet tonight. I laugh because its thrilling, got me feeling my inner g, pulsating, pulsating within me. I'm orbiting beyond the moon. Find...

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The waves gently caress my feet, leaving traces of sand as they retreat, A weight presses on my heart, leaving me still, bound to memories, For I still see you beside me, as if you never left this place, The sunset by the waves reflects the tremor in my heart, reminding me of you, Here, buried in the sand,...

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Your voice, a whisper of velvet that gently trembles on the edge of a hidden longing, like a butterfly hesitating to open its wings to the infinite sky of its own needs. I watch you reach beyond your boundaries, giving more than you have, like a spring endlessly pouring its waters, never claiming the right to rest. Love, are...

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Lost I am, my angel, take me home, I gently plead, I surrendered the reins of my love to a stranger without face or presence, I stumble and fall on this empty, endless road, alone and lost, I traveled until tears were no longer a support in the past. I grind away in emptiness, a wardrobe abandoned by time...

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Should I go quietly into the night, Without a fight, like stars that fade unseen? The winds would whisper secrets out of sight, The earth would mourn where once my roots had been. Oh let me not be shadow, swept away, A leaf ungathered when the autumn calls— The rivers fight to carve their restless way, And waves will hurl themselves on...

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It's the end of a perfect fall day, the sun is going slowly down and the evening light is starting to melt into night. Soon the sky will be velvet blue sprinkled with diamond-studded...

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Judge me gently, as I am still a fledgling. I avoid the pompous, gaudy and bling. Swiftly simple suffice setting styles. Abandoning artists amorous aisles. Fingertips searching for contrite meaning. Mind from one side to the other leaning. Bringing forward a paradox of words. Flowing and forming in flocks and herds. Wistfully winding with wanderlust wending, Beguiling bounty beyond beauty blending. Meanings meander, melding misty...

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Nature in spring is like a box of colored pencils gently used...

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We go gently under the stars, Barefoot whispers on dew-kissed scars Of the sleeping earth. A velvet hush, Only starlight whispers, a gentle crush Of galaxies vast on our upturned gaze. No need for words in this starlit maze. A hand-held close, a silent vow, Under a sky where dreams somehow Unfurl-like banners, vast and bright, Guiding our steps through the starlit night. As we...

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Each morning as I wake my eyes will seek the sky be it blue or heavy overcast my spirit lifts in flight - to behold the natural world is a miracle of being when I reach my final hour let the light touch my skin no shadow’s cloying weight give me a room bathed in sun or a view of rain quenched earth...

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God tends to our soul when we are asleep ~ Pure of heart then take a consciousness leap To make heart pure, is a choice of free will ~ Cessation from desire, that makes thoughts still Cessation invokes God’s bliss magnetism ~ Igniting head to toe, mind-body prism Bliss currents amplify when we’re asleep ~ It’s then that soma nectar seeps in...

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My Heart Gently Weeps As this year draws to its end, this feeling of // melancholy sweeps me by surprise. Images of acquaintances \\ and cousins I lost this year grinning at me. Depictions of lovers, // friends,...

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The sun withdraws gently, a charmingly shy figure, Upon the eyelashes of the expanse, a longing rests. The clouds, abandoned poets with dreams dry on their temples, Fall, like leaves of the sky, on the cheeks of turned silence. The muted wind, trickles into views of twilight, A silent spectator to the day's caprices that extend grimly. And the rain, locked...

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The gentle tune that feathers make, that's heard by loons who gently glide, atop the gentle streams they take, below where gentle currents guide, gently along their banks that wake, those gentle souls and hearts confide....

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