bow is something that mdai shandro wears, i dont really like them, theyre neat, usually made of ribbon I like them around christmas time. Its the beswt time of the year it actually makes me so happy, ripping off the bow that is… Not much to say about this three letter word.
I bowed as deep as the full skirt would allow, cringing when I heard my knee pop underneath the dozens of layers I wore. The air in the ball room was stifling, with no breeze to stir a fresh breath for any of the hundereds of people in the room. My face was red, I was sure, and I wonderd if the prince thought my blush was for his benefit. The truth was, I’d rather have been anywhere than in front of the throne, bowing before the handsome heir.
The bow in her hair was a translucent pink, and she hated the damned thing. Being a bridesmaid was the worst thing she had ever had to go through, especially when the bride was such a dictator. Everyone had to match, bows and all. This, she thought, is the most ridiculous wedding I will ever attend. Why am I here?
He walked in, and the class started to bow respectfully, as was the custom. He accepted it graciously, as he always did, and continued to strut across to his destination. The students all marveled at him silently, and he knew this went on the entire time. How could you not marvel at one so confident?
They come in many shapes and sizes. They are all sorts of colors. Oh how much I love bows. I can wear them in my hear or I can put them on a gift for someone to enjoy. They make everything so much better. Bows what would we do with out you.
He drew an arrow, placing it onto the bow. As he pulled the string he inhaled. His breath had never sounded so hoarse before. “This is it,” he thought. “Just this last one and then I’ll never have to kill again.” He let go and collapsed, letting out a sickening wheeze as he hit the ground. He opened his eyes and saw blood. Someone approached and although he no longer had the strength to look up, he knew who it was.
The bow in her hair was white with a blue gem in the middle that sparkled whenever she moved. Jasmine was only 6 years old at the time, but being the flower girl in a wedding was more exciting than anything in her mind.
“Mommy, look at my pretty bow! Princess!” She called out as she danced around the dressing room.
“Yes, darling. You do look quite like a princess.” Her mother watched her fondly, proud of the bursting energy her daughter carried.
I have this image in my head of me as an archer. I’d pull back my bow and launch my arrow from a hidden patch in a hill. Then I’d sling it over my shoulder and dash through the woods at the completion of my quest. I picture myself as an archer in medieval times of course. With today’s guns what is the point of archery?
we bow down to so many things without knowing it. fashion. pressure. work. nature. people. self. there is only one thing that’s worthy of our bowing down to. Jesus Christ. He deserves it. Who do you bow down to?
Bows of all sorts lined the walls. Huge ones, tiny ones, purple ones, and even solid gold ones. No wonder they call this place the bow boat. Sitting here, in the middle of nowhere, is a little house full of bows!
It all depends on if this is a noun or a verb. The noun “bow” makes me think of Christmas presents and Minnie Mouse. The verb “to bow” makes me think of an ancient kind of royalty, where you bowed face down on the floor to show your respect.
“Yeah, see that star over there?” He pointed almost directly above.
“The flickering one?”
“It’s probably Orion. Can you see the bow?” I giggled in response.
“Ray, you idiot, its an aeroplane!” I put my hand over my mouth to try and stop laughing. “It’s moving!”
“You can’t please girls these days,” he frowned, clasping his hands behind his head and laying back onto the stone.
“You’re just iffy because I’m right.” I lay back and gazed into the deep, velvet sky. Stars came out cautiously as Raymond and I rested in a comfortable silence. This is what I needed, my rejuvenating mind-drink. Just to be with a friend. No words, or distractions, nobody else but us.
“Are you still mad?” He spoke softly, and I knew he wasn’t just talking about the food. I contemplated the situaton before speaking.
“No. Not really. Just sad.” I smiled remorsefully. “But what’s done is done right?” He leaned over and took my hand.
“He’s concerned, and apprently has a reason for why he did it.” I simply raised an eyebrow.
“Really?”
“But they both won’t talk. They said they’ll only talk to you.”
“Well, I don’t know if I should…”
“You should go back; this will be interesting to hear.” His face folded into one of thoughtfulness. “Because the funny thing is, Jackie has a boyfriend.” I sat up.
“No shit?” I blurted. He nodded. “Wait a second, is it you?”
“Nah. I tried a while back, and that didn’t go too well. But that’s another story.”
Bow, like a bow and arrow, immediately makes me think of The Legend of Zelda. I’m a huge gamer, and Zelda is probably up there with one of my favourites. I just recently found out that the famous comedian and actor Robin Williams is also a huge Zelda fan, which makes me very happy.
He bowed low. Somehow, his nose hit the floor. I was confused, and then nodded my head in understanding as back, ass and heels followed. Staring back at me past where Duke had been was his wife. She had outstretched hands, and a look of smug satisfaction.
going over through the air that normally holds you against thanking the rest of the world, possibly bringing you lower, towards a final place of rest much closer to the great earth. WIth close to nothing floating by, your uninterupted in this magnificent spectacle of finality
I already wrote about bow… what kind of madness is this? This was the same word as yesterday. Unless… oh my god. I’m living the same day over and over. WHY?!
Curtsy. Japanese. Religion. I just picture Alice trying to curtsy while saying “YES your majesty”. In Japan you pretty much have to bow to everyone as a sign of respect. In religion many people bow during their prayers. Respect.
when i put on a bow on i think as myself a preetty prinecess but i know that isnt true . im grace and im 15 years old but i ike to remember growing up when i was younger and wearing bows
“They bowed to my father,” the young king said, lounging in the too-large throne with his head cradled in one hand. “I supported them when they rebelled. Why won’t they bow to me?”
The seneschal shook his grey head and laughed in the king’s face. “They won’t bow to you for the same reason no-one bows to beggars. You needed them to get this throne. They will always remember that.” He sighed deeply and turned his back on the throne he had stood by for decades. “It seems a curse of your family to underestimate and under value the people.”
bow is a word that can be spelt many different ways with many different meanings. if spelt the way of bow, it can mean an object of weaponry. If spelt beau it can be the name of a favorite pet.
We bow in front of god. Since we thing that is the highest power. A power whom no one is aware of but only assume there is someone, something that rules the universe. To bow is not compulsory before Him but its just our satisfaction and respect we give to the supreme power.
he was unaccustomed to it, didn’t quite know where to begin. He’d always been dignified, alert and erect, with a posture giraffe’s enjoyed. There couldn’t have been a more foreign idea.
She perfected her outfit for the first day of kindergarten. Well, perfected other than her lost yellow bow. Now what was she to do? Wear the green bow and not match or not wear a bow and risk humiliation.
I smiled as the crowd bellowed with applause. I’d just finished the final performance of the week and it was time for the cast to attend to the stage and drink up their praise. I stood in the middle of the line and held hands with two of my castmates, and we both took our bows. It was the best feeling in the world.
I gotta wear this bow in my hair. It makes me look proper and that’s what everyone expects of me. Properness. To be polite and listen intently on what everyone says. And smile and nod and agree with every word. It’s a tough position to be in to hold back your opinion, and shut up and take it.
What you ought to do when you finish something amazing in your life. It is the recognition you deserve for what you have done for yourself and for others. However do not take one when not deserved.
The young man made a low bow before he rose to greet the queen. He had been asked to present himself to her.
“Yes,” she replied. “You will do nicely.”
She licked her lips in anticipation. He would do very nicely.
bow is something that mdai shandro wears, i dont really like them, theyre neat, usually made of ribbon I like them around christmas time. Its the beswt time of the year it actually makes me so happy, ripping off the bow that is… Not much to say about this three letter word.
interesting when a word has one spelling but different meanings. ahhh, the english language.
I bowed as deep as the full skirt would allow, cringing when I heard my knee pop underneath the dozens of layers I wore. The air in the ball room was stifling, with no breeze to stir a fresh breath for any of the hundereds of people in the room. My face was red, I was sure, and I wonderd if the prince thought my blush was for his benefit. The truth was, I’d rather have been anywhere than in front of the throne, bowing before the handsome heir.
The bow in her hair was a translucent pink, and she hated the damned thing. Being a bridesmaid was the worst thing she had ever had to go through, especially when the bride was such a dictator. Everyone had to match, bows and all. This, she thought, is the most ridiculous wedding I will ever attend. Why am I here?
He walked in, and the class started to bow respectfully, as was the custom. He accepted it graciously, as he always did, and continued to strut across to his destination. The students all marveled at him silently, and he knew this went on the entire time. How could you not marvel at one so confident?
dog barking
sort of tie
happy
bow and arrow just like Robin Hood
They come in many shapes and sizes. They are all sorts of colors. Oh how much I love bows. I can wear them in my hear or I can put them on a gift for someone to enjoy. They make everything so much better. Bows what would we do with out you.
He drew an arrow, placing it onto the bow. As he pulled the string he inhaled. His breath had never sounded so hoarse before. “This is it,” he thought. “Just this last one and then I’ll never have to kill again.” He let go and collapsed, letting out a sickening wheeze as he hit the ground. He opened his eyes and saw blood. Someone approached and although he no longer had the strength to look up, he knew who it was.
bow
and worship
thank you
I feel great now
with your mercy
at my feet
I am forever grateful
The bow in her hair was white with a blue gem in the middle that sparkled whenever she moved. Jasmine was only 6 years old at the time, but being the flower girl in a wedding was more exciting than anything in her mind.
“Mommy, look at my pretty bow! Princess!” She called out as she danced around the dressing room.
“Yes, darling. You do look quite like a princess.” Her mother watched her fondly, proud of the bursting energy her daughter carried.
Bow down to me you measly little peasant, I am stronger and wealthier than all who come to me.
I have this image in my head of me as an archer. I’d pull back my bow and launch my arrow from a hidden patch in a hill. Then I’d sling it over my shoulder and dash through the woods at the completion of my quest. I picture myself as an archer in medieval times of course. With today’s guns what is the point of archery?
bow as in a boat or to bend over or get on ones hands and knees, which is really out dated
Taking a bow, tying a bow, can’t decide which I’d rather do. Bow wow wow, diddyo diddyay.
Bow down to emotion. But not just any kind of emotion. Bow down and give into calmness and chill-acity. Good times.
we bow down to so many things without knowing it. fashion. pressure. work. nature. people. self. there is only one thing that’s worthy of our bowing down to. Jesus Christ. He deserves it. Who do you bow down to?
Bows of all sorts lined the walls. Huge ones, tiny ones, purple ones, and even solid gold ones. No wonder they call this place the bow boat. Sitting here, in the middle of nowhere, is a little house full of bows!
Momma tied Sasha’s hair back in a loose bow. “You look wonderful,” She breathed.
I smiled. It was going to be a great day.
minnie mouse has a bow in her hair. to me it’s pretty. so does the duck
loop it and it will turn it into a bow. it has two holes, two loops and two strands hanging out.
It all depends on if this is a noun or a verb. The noun “bow” makes me think of Christmas presents and Minnie Mouse. The verb “to bow” makes me think of an ancient kind of royalty, where you bowed face down on the floor to show your respect.
“Yeah, see that star over there?” He pointed almost directly above.
“The flickering one?”
“It’s probably Orion. Can you see the bow?” I giggled in response.
“Ray, you idiot, its an aeroplane!” I put my hand over my mouth to try and stop laughing. “It’s moving!”
“You can’t please girls these days,” he frowned, clasping his hands behind his head and laying back onto the stone.
“You’re just iffy because I’m right.” I lay back and gazed into the deep, velvet sky. Stars came out cautiously as Raymond and I rested in a comfortable silence. This is what I needed, my rejuvenating mind-drink. Just to be with a friend. No words, or distractions, nobody else but us.
“Are you still mad?” He spoke softly, and I knew he wasn’t just talking about the food. I contemplated the situaton before speaking.
“No. Not really. Just sad.” I smiled remorsefully. “But what’s done is done right?” He leaned over and took my hand.
“He’s concerned, and apprently has a reason for why he did it.” I simply raised an eyebrow.
“Really?”
“But they both won’t talk. They said they’ll only talk to you.”
“Well, I don’t know if I should…”
“You should go back; this will be interesting to hear.” His face folded into one of thoughtfulness. “Because the funny thing is, Jackie has a boyfriend.” I sat up.
“No shit?” I blurted. He nodded. “Wait a second, is it you?”
“Nah. I tried a while back, and that didn’t go too well. But that’s another story.”
Bow, like a bow and arrow, immediately makes me think of The Legend of Zelda. I’m a huge gamer, and Zelda is probably up there with one of my favourites. I just recently found out that the famous comedian and actor Robin Williams is also a huge Zelda fan, which makes me very happy.
He bowed low. Somehow, his nose hit the floor. I was confused, and then nodded my head in understanding as back, ass and heels followed. Staring back at me past where Duke had been was his wife. She had outstretched hands, and a look of smug satisfaction.
going over through the air that normally holds you against thanking the rest of the world, possibly bringing you lower, towards a final place of rest much closer to the great earth. WIth close to nothing floating by, your uninterupted in this magnificent spectacle of finality
Bow. We bow to kings, lovers, idols. A sign that we worship them; they have dominance. Bow. At some point in our lives, we will all bow.
I already wrote about bow… what kind of madness is this? This was the same word as yesterday. Unless… oh my god. I’m living the same day over and over. WHY?!
Curtsy. Japanese. Religion. I just picture Alice trying to curtsy while saying “YES your majesty”. In Japan you pretty much have to bow to everyone as a sign of respect. In religion many people bow during their prayers. Respect.
when i put on a bow on i think as myself a preetty prinecess but i know that isnt true . im grace and im 15 years old but i ike to remember growing up when i was younger and wearing bows
“They bowed to my father,” the young king said, lounging in the too-large throne with his head cradled in one hand. “I supported them when they rebelled. Why won’t they bow to me?”
The seneschal shook his grey head and laughed in the king’s face. “They won’t bow to you for the same reason no-one bows to beggars. You needed them to get this throne. They will always remember that.” He sighed deeply and turned his back on the throne he had stood by for decades. “It seems a curse of your family to underestimate and under value the people.”
bow is a word that can be spelt many different ways with many different meanings. if spelt the way of bow, it can mean an object of weaponry. If spelt beau it can be the name of a favorite pet.
We bow in front of god. Since we thing that is the highest power. A power whom no one is aware of but only assume there is someone, something that rules the universe. To bow is not compulsory before Him but its just our satisfaction and respect we give to the supreme power.
A bow tie makes you look adorable.
he was unaccustomed to it, didn’t quite know where to begin. He’d always been dignified, alert and erect, with a posture giraffe’s enjoyed. There couldn’t have been a more foreign idea.
She perfected her outfit for the first day of kindergarten. Well, perfected other than her lost yellow bow. Now what was she to do? Wear the green bow and not match or not wear a bow and risk humiliation.
I smiled as the crowd bellowed with applause. I’d just finished the final performance of the week and it was time for the cast to attend to the stage and drink up their praise. I stood in the middle of the line and held hands with two of my castmates, and we both took our bows. It was the best feeling in the world.
I gotta wear this bow in my hair. It makes me look proper and that’s what everyone expects of me. Properness. To be polite and listen intently on what everyone says. And smile and nod and agree with every word. It’s a tough position to be in to hold back your opinion, and shut up and take it.
She shivered under their stares. It was over. She closed her eyes and whispered her peace.
“Goodbye.”
What you ought to do when you finish something amazing in your life. It is the recognition you deserve for what you have done for yourself and for others. However do not take one when not deserved.