“Take a bow.” He whispered into her ear, clutching her hand like it was no one’s business. “For you have accepted the world I left, and it has made me realize how much I wasted it before we met.”
Hc
i took a bow and the audience went wild. the crowd clapped and i stepped off of the stage into the arms of my soon to be husband. ‘you were great’ he whispered into my ear and i leaned into his shoulder.
Rebokkuh
Take a bow. Job well done. Or maybe not. You take one anyway, no matter how badly you might have done. It’s just the custom or tradition. The thing to do when one performs. No matter how badly you sucked. Or how well you did.
I bowed my head as I prayed over the strangers dead body laying in a curved form…poor fella.
ruby
The bow was made of strong wood. It had been passed down to him by his father. Now, it was serving its purpose. As he pulled the taut fibers back and let go, the arrow soared through the air like a hawk after its prey, finding its new home in the enemy’s breast.
William Schneider
what can say about one word,it can make or break everything, makes jokes funny, makes romantic moment great, or can rip a person to shreads in one breif second, it holds all the power, now please dont ask for an eassy on one picture, there worth a thousands of these ;)
Martin McGuinness
Ohhhh, how bout a round of applause? Woahhh! How about a standing ovation?
Rihanna you make my heart sing :D
I should be doing my home work…
the bows in her hair vary in color. they change by the day, the month, the year. occasionally, the hour. every day he likes to untie them and drape them over the lamps so the light shines different colors on the wall. sometimes they catch on fire. this annoys her.
Kara wore a bow. She loved the fact that i held her hair in place just perfectly. It was black. She wore it every day until the wind took it away. Kara was sad until her friend got her a pink bow.
Shaina Haverly
and arrow. indians used them. they shot animals that they used for food, clothing and shelter. Indians were drove their homes by white people.
Jakeob
does this mean bow as in the cute, little tie on a girl’s head, the formal bow while wearing a tuxedo, the verb to lower one’s head out of respect to the other, the tool with which to play a classical, stringed instrument, or bow as in “bow and arrow”?
daniel
A bow is a long piece of wood connected by a string that is used to propel arrows.
it can also be pronounced “bow,” as in to lean over in a polite gesture of greeting or respect.
another definition can be that of the front of the boat.
fghsgh
You ask me to bow.
You ask me to revere
This empty piece of cloth.
You ask for my loyalty.
My patriotism.
To turn the other cheek
Ignore your sins
And Sacrilidge.
For love of a country.
But I will not bow, I will not lower my eyes.
I will not look away from
The atrocities committed.
I will look on in defiance.
Shade Ilmaendu
bow down to me.
do as i say.
for if you do not,
you will surely pay.
Tori
Funny, at first, I thought of a little girl’s bow in her hair. I’d have to spit out something about innocence. Then I thought of Tolkein’s elves’ favourite weapon. Either way, I’d say purity is the theme here. Interesting.
i used to wear bows in my hair
and i didn’t care what people thought
but now i do. i’m more vulnerable to the world now than i was when i was 14
i need to help myself
and it is really hard, no one is going to do anything for me
it’s all up to me
A weapon that really kicks ass. Completely changed the way wars were faught. Oh and Legolas kicked ass with it.
Would love to have one… but oh well thats it!
MrPink
I don’t know what to do anymore. I want to have something that’s mind. Violin was mine. No one else played it. No one else really cared, so it could have been private. Unlike everything else. I want something that’s secret and mine. Please.
Merrell
Edmond stood at the forefront of a long procession of hired fighters. Most of them were bloodied and bruised, all of them were dirty. Edmond knew that he should be feeling something overwhelming. He marched to war as a slave and watched his master speared through the head in front of his own eyes. He was a free man now. Free, and to be anointed a knight. He should be happy, joyous; instead he stood there, numb. After years of knowing freedom only as a dream, to finally have it and not feel anything seemed… wrong. So he stood, and watched the men in front of him kneel as the king’s men tapped them on the shoulders. Men with the same numb look on their faces as he knew he had. Their slavery had created bonds stronger than any shackle or chain. Each man was bound to each other. And those here today were the ones that survived so see their brothers slaughtered beside them. There was nothing to celebrate.
I move my bow across the strings. Wisp wisp wisp brush brush brush. There’s that noise the audience was waiting for, the perfect pitch, the highest pitch, the climax, the end.
ClaireKleary
She stood in front of the silent audience, and fighting back tears, took a bow. They burst into applause, and she cried, not tears of sadness, but joy.
I want to play violin again. I miss it. I miss being creative and having something I was semi-good at. I could’ve become great. Damn ass French had to get in the way. I don’t even remember any French. I could still be playing violin and be great.
Caitlan
an oriental beauty prostrating herself
to the purposes of the male who has her
a submision that crushes the pride.
Nicole Joyce
“Don’t worry, dear,” Mother says to Red. “You’ll be fine. And just imagine how happy your grandmother will be to see you.” Mother smooths her daughter’s brown locks, and tucks the basket underneath the girl’s palm. Red isn’t without fear, for she is to go into the wood alone (albeit in the daylight where no menacing shadow would cross her path). Her mother’s words comfort her, however.
As Red begins to leave, Mother says “Hold on, darling–” and ties the big red bow on her daughter’s jacket into a knot. Red smiles, her cheeks the colour of apples.
Bow! i cant really think of this definition right now but i picture a bow. that is put on someone when getting married on such a beautiful day with the birds chirping and with a beautiful and magical blue sky
Bow down and shake your head like a monkey enjoying the sunshine. Seriously. it feels funky. You get dizzy really fast if you simply bow down and shake you’re head. Some people don’t like to be dizzy. My niece is two and she was so scared the first time she was dizzy but she couldn’t stop asking for more.
c
the bow was lying on the ground next to the sleeping archer. the rabbit came and picked it up and starting playing with it. it brushed the archer and startled him awake. then the rabbit ran away with the bow.
andy
Bows are pretty. But the act of bowing is incredibly polite. A man who bows is a man I could take home to my mother. If a man were to wear a bow, I’d respect him, as it would show he’s confident enough to wear stuff he likes.
Iscah
I bow to you. I bow to honor, I will bow to the one I love. But I will not bow to those that make me, those that expect me to. I will love, but I will not fold. I will bow, but I will not give up. Because I am woman, and I am strong.
At the bow of the vessel,with the bow in one hand and the arrow in the other,he took a gentle bow:deep and graceful.”With this arrow,I release you for all time.When my friends called you white trash,I fought them for your honor.Even when I knew that I praised you too highly,I would not bow to that thought.This one act is my final salute to you.”He pulled the arrow back and sent it free.
i put the bow in my daugthers hair. If only i had known that that morning would be the last time I saw her alive. Perhaps had I not taken the time to add the bow she would still be alive!
me
I had a very nice bow once. I called it Southpaw. It had a 45-pound draw, and it made me feel invincible. Strange, how something that requires you to stand very still and aim very precisely can make you feel like a goddamn warrior.
Mikah
minnie mouse red bow she wears on top of her head. robin hood keeps a bow and arrow in case he needs to fight off enemies with friar john. a bow can be a pretty thing to add to a present.
Hira
Take a bow, he said. You deserve all the glory. But I didn’t. I had cheated. How could I take the credit for something I hadn’t done? I didn’t know what to do. Bow, he kept saying. But I couldn’t. I left.
Annie
I put a little bow in my hair because I know that cute is your weakness. I began to smile more because I know that cute is your weakness. Well anyone who makes me smile is my weakness and boy I got it bad.
The thought of bowing to someone else makes him sick. It sends his skin crawling, and when he sees the other men bowing in front of her, he has to fight to keep his lip from curling in disgust. Maybe you could see the pyre in his eyes already.
Kee
Pressed back and straining the wood, the majesty of the tested bow, and steady hand of Robin was more than mesmerizing. “Long live King Richard!” he cried.
Her eyes swept the room, remaining on the space right above their heads. She couldn’t swallow, couldn’t breathe. Knew they were judging her, so she did the only thing she knew how to do, bow. And the room exploded with the sound of thousands of hands meeting.
Krissy
lean over and take a bow. bow in your hair you cute little girl. make sure you are careful with that bow and arrow. not sure what else to write about a bow..
“Take a bow.” He whispered into her ear, clutching her hand like it was no one’s business. “For you have accepted the world I left, and it has made me realize how much I wasted it before we met.”
i took a bow and the audience went wild. the crowd clapped and i stepped off of the stage into the arms of my soon to be husband. ‘you were great’ he whispered into my ear and i leaned into his shoulder.
Take a bow. Job well done. Or maybe not. You take one anyway, no matter how badly you might have done. It’s just the custom or tradition. The thing to do when one performs. No matter how badly you sucked. Or how well you did.
I bowed my head as I prayed over the strangers dead body laying in a curved form…poor fella.
The bow was made of strong wood. It had been passed down to him by his father. Now, it was serving its purpose. As he pulled the taut fibers back and let go, the arrow soared through the air like a hawk after its prey, finding its new home in the enemy’s breast.
what can say about one word,it can make or break everything, makes jokes funny, makes romantic moment great, or can rip a person to shreads in one breif second, it holds all the power, now please dont ask for an eassy on one picture, there worth a thousands of these ;)
Ohhhh, how bout a round of applause? Woahhh! How about a standing ovation?
Rihanna you make my heart sing :D
I should be doing my home work…
the bows in her hair vary in color. they change by the day, the month, the year. occasionally, the hour. every day he likes to untie them and drape them over the lamps so the light shines different colors on the wall. sometimes they catch on fire. this annoys her.
Kara wore a bow. She loved the fact that i held her hair in place just perfectly. It was black. She wore it every day until the wind took it away. Kara was sad until her friend got her a pink bow.
and arrow. indians used them. they shot animals that they used for food, clothing and shelter. Indians were drove their homes by white people.
does this mean bow as in the cute, little tie on a girl’s head, the formal bow while wearing a tuxedo, the verb to lower one’s head out of respect to the other, the tool with which to play a classical, stringed instrument, or bow as in “bow and arrow”?
A bow is a long piece of wood connected by a string that is used to propel arrows.
it can also be pronounced “bow,” as in to lean over in a polite gesture of greeting or respect.
another definition can be that of the front of the boat.
You ask me to bow.
You ask me to revere
This empty piece of cloth.
You ask for my loyalty.
My patriotism.
To turn the other cheek
Ignore your sins
And Sacrilidge.
For love of a country.
But I will not bow, I will not lower my eyes.
I will not look away from
The atrocities committed.
I will look on in defiance.
bow down to me.
do as i say.
for if you do not,
you will surely pay.
Funny, at first, I thought of a little girl’s bow in her hair. I’d have to spit out something about innocence. Then I thought of Tolkein’s elves’ favourite weapon. Either way, I’d say purity is the theme here. Interesting.
take a bow by rihanna
i used to wear bows in my hair
and i didn’t care what people thought
but now i do. i’m more vulnerable to the world now than i was when i was 14
i need to help myself
and it is really hard, no one is going to do anything for me
it’s all up to me
A weapon that really kicks ass. Completely changed the way wars were faught. Oh and Legolas kicked ass with it.
Would love to have one… but oh well thats it!
I don’t know what to do anymore. I want to have something that’s mind. Violin was mine. No one else played it. No one else really cared, so it could have been private. Unlike everything else. I want something that’s secret and mine. Please.
Edmond stood at the forefront of a long procession of hired fighters. Most of them were bloodied and bruised, all of them were dirty. Edmond knew that he should be feeling something overwhelming. He marched to war as a slave and watched his master speared through the head in front of his own eyes. He was a free man now. Free, and to be anointed a knight. He should be happy, joyous; instead he stood there, numb. After years of knowing freedom only as a dream, to finally have it and not feel anything seemed… wrong. So he stood, and watched the men in front of him kneel as the king’s men tapped them on the shoulders. Men with the same numb look on their faces as he knew he had. Their slavery had created bonds stronger than any shackle or chain. Each man was bound to each other. And those here today were the ones that survived so see their brothers slaughtered beside them. There was nothing to celebrate.
I move my bow across the strings. Wisp wisp wisp brush brush brush. There’s that noise the audience was waiting for, the perfect pitch, the highest pitch, the climax, the end.
She stood in front of the silent audience, and fighting back tears, took a bow. They burst into applause, and she cried, not tears of sadness, but joy.
I want to play violin again. I miss it. I miss being creative and having something I was semi-good at. I could’ve become great. Damn ass French had to get in the way. I don’t even remember any French. I could still be playing violin and be great.
an oriental beauty prostrating herself
to the purposes of the male who has her
a submision that crushes the pride.
“Don’t worry, dear,” Mother says to Red. “You’ll be fine. And just imagine how happy your grandmother will be to see you.” Mother smooths her daughter’s brown locks, and tucks the basket underneath the girl’s palm. Red isn’t without fear, for she is to go into the wood alone (albeit in the daylight where no menacing shadow would cross her path). Her mother’s words comfort her, however.
As Red begins to leave, Mother says “Hold on, darling–” and ties the big red bow on her daughter’s jacket into a knot. Red smiles, her cheeks the colour of apples.
Bow! i cant really think of this definition right now but i picture a bow. that is put on someone when getting married on such a beautiful day with the birds chirping and with a beautiful and magical blue sky
Bow down and shake your head like a monkey enjoying the sunshine. Seriously. it feels funky. You get dizzy really fast if you simply bow down and shake you’re head. Some people don’t like to be dizzy. My niece is two and she was so scared the first time she was dizzy but she couldn’t stop asking for more.
the bow was lying on the ground next to the sleeping archer. the rabbit came and picked it up and starting playing with it. it brushed the archer and startled him awake. then the rabbit ran away with the bow.
Bows are pretty. But the act of bowing is incredibly polite. A man who bows is a man I could take home to my mother. If a man were to wear a bow, I’d respect him, as it would show he’s confident enough to wear stuff he likes.
I bow to you. I bow to honor, I will bow to the one I love. But I will not bow to those that make me, those that expect me to. I will love, but I will not fold. I will bow, but I will not give up. Because I am woman, and I am strong.
At the bow of the vessel,with the bow in one hand and the arrow in the other,he took a gentle bow:deep and graceful.”With this arrow,I release you for all time.When my friends called you white trash,I fought them for your honor.Even when I knew that I praised you too highly,I would not bow to that thought.This one act is my final salute to you.”He pulled the arrow back and sent it free.
i put the bow in my daugthers hair. If only i had known that that morning would be the last time I saw her alive. Perhaps had I not taken the time to add the bow she would still be alive!
I had a very nice bow once. I called it Southpaw. It had a 45-pound draw, and it made me feel invincible. Strange, how something that requires you to stand very still and aim very precisely can make you feel like a goddamn warrior.
minnie mouse red bow she wears on top of her head. robin hood keeps a bow and arrow in case he needs to fight off enemies with friar john. a bow can be a pretty thing to add to a present.
Take a bow, he said. You deserve all the glory. But I didn’t. I had cheated. How could I take the credit for something I hadn’t done? I didn’t know what to do. Bow, he kept saying. But I couldn’t. I left.
I put a little bow in my hair because I know that cute is your weakness. I began to smile more because I know that cute is your weakness. Well anyone who makes me smile is my weakness and boy I got it bad.
The thought of bowing to someone else makes him sick. It sends his skin crawling, and when he sees the other men bowing in front of her, he has to fight to keep his lip from curling in disgust. Maybe you could see the pyre in his eyes already.
Pressed back and straining the wood, the majesty of the tested bow, and steady hand of Robin was more than mesmerizing. “Long live King Richard!” he cried.
Her eyes swept the room, remaining on the space right above their heads. She couldn’t swallow, couldn’t breathe. Knew they were judging her, so she did the only thing she knew how to do, bow. And the room exploded with the sound of thousands of hands meeting.
lean over and take a bow. bow in your hair you cute little girl. make sure you are careful with that bow and arrow. not sure what else to write about a bow..