#gentle poems on Hello Poetry

Kenneth 11h

I am not a poet.

My words were never made for the masses,
Made to pry emotions from your heart.
Rhyme can sometimes leave me at a loss,
And my inkwell is more often empty than not.

I am not a poet.

I can write only what I know and feel,
Each poem I give a little piece of me.
Every line is just a wisp away from existence.
Each poem might just be the last I write.

I am not a poet

Yet why do you feel like my muse?
Your eyes remind me of a thousand places,
Like sea glass glinting green in the hush of tide.
Your voice has its command over my pulse.

I am not a poet, but poetry you are.

Poetry that I’m afraid to write.
For if I give a piece of me,
It will always be here in this poem,
With You.

Yeah....this poem is for someone.....I dont' think it's good enough to be shown to them though.

#love #vulnerability #romantic #tender #gentle #reflective

Lee 2d

[ We become soil and ash]

We become soil and ash
We all do, decompose in the east
If my knees can’t carry me up the hills
If the millipedes can’t have a feast

May

#soil #ash #nature #death #end #gentle

Rhiannon Clayton Jul 14

Believe

I'm trying so hard to be gentle with myself.
I offer endless compassion and grace to everyone else.
Why is it so hard to show myself the same?
I wish to know the answer to the question,
to call it by name.
I know that the trauma I've endured plays a large role.
Too many years of feeling that my voice my silenced.
What was the price of my compliance?
Too much exploitation in corporate America.
Too much has been taken without being repaid, all in effort to make another dollar,
to survive another day.
Too many words were lost in the pursuit of it all, and now I struggle to save those words on paper, a portrait of words.
Still, little by little, I am climbing out of myself, reaching a metamorphosis with a pen.
Slowly but surely,
I am starting to believe again.

-Rhia Clay

This poem explores the themes of trauma and the journey of overcoming it, alongside the challenges of navigating the current economy. Both aspects are tough to handle, and many individuals are striving to juggle these issues along with various other obligations. Nevertheless, we persist and find ways to cling to hope and self-acceptance.

#metamorphosis #believe #again #pen #grace #selflove #corporate #america #trauma #gentle

Kalliope Jun 29

Tequila 2018

She would trace flowers along my
warm skin, her nails sharp yet gentle

You couldn't tell me loving her was a sin, a shot in one hand and
in her other a menthol

So I got her favorite tattooed on my thigh,
And within months she told me goodbye
But for a time I lived life on a high
And I keep these memories of a version of me not so shy

#short #nostalgia #gentle #soft

Kalliope Jun 28

Worth Seeing

You look so pretty when you're talking to me,
and just for a second, I want to see what you see.
'Cause if you saw yourself in the way that I do,
you'd realize your worth-
and maybe I'd realize mine too

If I let you borrow my eyes, would you return them unscathed?

#gentle #soft #vulnerable #admiration

lyla Jun 21

take my hand

i offered my hand to you
palm faced down
like an empty promise
something without meaning
but the words are there
and they’re soft
and you’re glad.
something open
and closed at once-
something quiet
almost silent
but you can still hear the memory
and maybe that’s enough.
something you can just hold
and you don’t need to be afraid
if you want
to let go

something i wrote after coming back from a wedding, i get poetic at 1am

#gentle #love #quiet

Rhiannon Clayton May 28

Take Me Somewhere

Take me somewhere slow and easy.
Take me somewhere where the pain can’t be felt through the waves as they crash against the shore.
Take me somewhere where the skies are so blue that their brilliant hues can bind the hurt.
Take me somewhere where the pressure of life doesn’t consume me, as the music lulls and keeps anxiety at bay.
Take me somewhere where I’m not expected to bind my joy to pay the people’s currency.
Take me to a place where life is gentler, where the wind caresses my face and the sun warms my days.
Please take me away from here.
I’ll find my peace on the horizon, out on the open highway.
It’ll find me as the moon lays its song on me, soft lullabies for a weary heart.
And I’ll be okay, I promise, once I leave this place.
I’ll leave the pain and all the damage here.
I’ll lay it down for good, all that this town has put me through.
All the tears and tired souls with plastic hearts and stone faces.
Take me somewhere where the air is crisp and clean, and I’ll breathe easier as I lean into the breeze.
Take me somewhere slow and easy.
Anywhere but here…

-Rhia Clay

#heart #face #pain #sun #lean #breeze #warm #gentle #music #highway

Christopher Hendrix Mar 18

Stillness

I was left of left
                    &
            called up as typical

    widespread panic metered
            your forearm.

    I was left with my ebbs
                     &
              in admiration

    of your gentle smile; kind as
               you **** me.

So little has passed in so much time.

#short #longing #gentle

Gideon Mar 8

66/10 "Give Me Gentleness"

I miss what I never had.
Gentle reassurance and soft, loving encouragement.
Gentleness was not written in my mother’s movements
like a ballet dancer’s practiced pirouettes.
Her movements were more like my handwriting.
Jagged and coarse. Discordant and unrythmic.
I wonder though, were her movements intentional?
Were they truly meant to hurt and scare?
Or were they an absentminded reflection
of her own hurt and scars?

#mother #gentle #gentleness #abuse #handwriting