The squat, bronze statue reeked of blood and was covered in the dry brown substance. “I daresay, I believe we’ve found our murder weapon,” the Inspector Dashiel declared as he straightened from the hole in the floorboards in the opulent library of Brushmore Manor. “Well, Lord Brushmore, do have something to share with us, now?”
she held this bronce shimmering, glimmering thing in her hands…what was she supposed to do? Her lover looked at her, waiting. How would she decide? Was she daring enough? glimmering…shimmering .. bronze
Bronze is my favorite color. It is similar to other metals such as nickel, cadmium and silver. It was used heavily back in the times of Julius Ceasar as a material for smelting fine weapons used for battle.
mortaheim
statue, glare with your eyes of sun
& change my complexion into something
as beautiful as yourself-
doc.
armor. The cheapest kind you can get in runescape, But it’s better than nothing. Takes to ores to mine. And its a cheap metal. Gold, silver, then, bronze.
Stevi
some times in life i feel i am the bronze medalist winner, if ever. never the gold or the silverlist. i think this is one form of inferiority i’ve inherited.
Daniel Wong
The armor, the purity. His bronze hint of masculinity. I envy his chivalrous ways and adore his posture.
Griggs
Bronze is the metal that fueled the bronze age and all the ages after it. It has led us down the path of history to where we are now. Another step in our technological superiority.
Branden
The Bronze Age in history. The Age of Bronze in Greek myth. Third place, barely making it. A rusty color, an ugly color. The color of barely being good enough.
Zack
i watched it move by a fountain in barcelona. it looked at me and with a wink i knew everything i came here looking for. the strength of its prowess the bronze statue captivated me.
sean
The Statue of Liberty’s made of bronze. I wonder if the French gave it to us because they knew it would change color and become just plain sh*tty after a decade or two.
Bronze. How would that work as a first name? I think the sound of it makes it unique. Also the color, I suppose. I enjoy the z. I cross my z’s. Being a math major will do that to you. Especially when you get into complex numbers. Everything is complex, these days. And some things are imaginary, too.
All the beautiful things in my dreams are bronze and gold. Love glows bronze in the dusk of my paradise, and the light in our faces is golden and ambrosial.
I drink the air, and slowly become the joy and light around me.
This bronzer turned my skin orange and I was forced to walk around, being made fun of. I used to be the one who made fun of girls with fake tans. Oh how karma is a bitch! How will I get rid of this before prom!
michele
The color that statues are made of, often makes me think of modern art, like a bronze david. also the color of skin that meny aspire to. its a pretty cool color to draw with.
Corey Orrell
Its a medal won in the olympics A tanner women use. Does anyone know any thing else about thing word.
michele
not gold not silver but a sad under appreciated third. used for my favorite instrument i ever played. it builds our cathedrals and sets our rank amongst our peers. treated right it will shine with all the brightness of the sun. abandoned it turns a beautiful blue. tourquoise. indescribable. i think bronze is horribly underrated.
Dizzy
His hair was bronze, and it was way too long. It reached past his ears and nearly touched his shoulders. No one called him on it though, They were scared of him, but I wasn’t. I couldn’t be.
Samantha
The horizon this morning
Leaves falling lazily to the autumn floor
The gently swaying field of grass in my neighbor’s wild backyard
Your eyes when they reflect the campfire
The warmth I feel when your fingertips brush against mine
The slow, comforting silence of long matured love
The pieces of your unkempt hair that nearly graze your eyebrows
What you silently ask for when your eyes linger on my lips
And what you promise forever when you breath my name
Bronze.
From clay earth
build thee Thy temple
of gracious hosts
whose fallen words
deny not but one
Dean Monarch
statueseque liberty of the freedom horse that rides through town like constantine snacking on bananas with bad personalitites that ripen as they fight each other bickering like old maids that never seem to get the point
Adam Hocking
Bronze skin. Everyone wants it. Some people tan, others brush on that awful-smelling cream. Some people just don’t bother. Why be bronze if you can be golden?
Ally
She saw the bronze sundial said it was the hour to eat so she ran over to the kitchen and made a sandwhich
Bronze is like a flame. A dull flame that was once very bright but subdued by time under the earth.
Karli
The bronze of her achievement caught my eye, ebbing and flowing, taunting me. It bruised my sensitive ego. Why couldn’t I for once have a chance to at least place in something? The words of my grandmother came back to me: “Jealousy is a slow yet harsh knife to the spirit.” A tear formed as I reminisced my grandmother’s warmth, and decided to take a positive outlook as I turned my head to the side. I would relish in her glory, but only this once.
If copper were the friend of gold and silver, they certainly left copper out. Little copper walked all by his lonesome saddened by his quality, his own goods, feeling worthless, or made to feel worthless, rather. Then finally along the tread, he found himself meeting an iron and a steel chap. There he made friends with not the most beautifully rare or of the most desired with such great aesthetically high status, but made such lasting friendships with the more jovial, available and open iron and steel. Oh, did aluminum hop in the mix one fine day, and how they were all a merry merry metal bunch.
When they were all acquired by hands, they went together and together discovered they were all incredibly useful in their own way, uniquely fruitful for the benefit of others. In this, they felt valuable for they were practical, good-natured and humble! Then, copper ever did smile feeling wondrously like a bronze gold or bronze silver just simply as his own copperself was.
Veronica
He looked like a bronze god—all muscled and shiny from the sunscreen. His arms were pumped from climbing in the Valley for the past two weeks. I couldn’t believe he was mine.
Andie
The flecks that dotted his eye were bronze in color – not from alcohol or deformation, but from some sort of gliding paintbrush, that began painting on its canvas when he was a mere child.
Bronze medal. Bronze skin. Sexy bronze skinned man. He was running down the beach as I read underneath my big blue umbrella wearing my little red bikini. Our eyes met and his dog came and licked my hand. I smiled. He grinned. The rest is history.
catarine
I’m never in first place. I’m never the best at anything. There’s always someone who shines brighter than me. I never get the gold. Sometimes, only sometimes, I get the silver, but it’s usually the silver or the bronze… if I’m lucky, that is. People would usually see this as a challenge or motivation, but I however, do not.
kara
the way it feels sitting around your neck when you get third. The ancient greek statues. The color everybody aims for as they lay around the pool.
Samantha
The sky turns from aqua to bronze and then inky indigo. It used to be pink when she was a little girl, but times have changed.
Bronze is the color of the medal you get when you’re not good enough for second, and definitely not good enough for first.
Jessica
sometimes i don’t like tanning because it makes my skin all pink afterwards. i don’t enjoy tan lines and how they leave white circles on my chest and lines on my bum. i think it’s unflattering when seen, when i look in the mirror unclothed. and i’m always trying not to wear my clothes.
The squat, bronze statue reeked of blood and was covered in the dry brown substance. “I daresay, I believe we’ve found our murder weapon,” the Inspector Dashiel declared as he straightened from the hole in the floorboards in the opulent library of Brushmore Manor. “Well, Lord Brushmore, do have something to share with us, now?”
he cries out as a blade pierces through his chest in a fatal blow
bronze-plated armor about as effective as his prayers
she held this bronce shimmering, glimmering thing in her hands…what was she supposed to do? Her lover looked at her, waiting. How would she decide? Was she daring enough? glimmering…shimmering .. bronze
Bronze is my favorite color. It is similar to other metals such as nickel, cadmium and silver. It was used heavily back in the times of Julius Ceasar as a material for smelting fine weapons used for battle.
statue, glare with your eyes of sun
& change my complexion into something
as beautiful as yourself-
armor. The cheapest kind you can get in runescape, But it’s better than nothing. Takes to ores to mine. And its a cheap metal. Gold, silver, then, bronze.
some times in life i feel i am the bronze medalist winner, if ever. never the gold or the silverlist. i think this is one form of inferiority i’ve inherited.
The armor, the purity. His bronze hint of masculinity. I envy his chivalrous ways and adore his posture.
Bronze is the metal that fueled the bronze age and all the ages after it. It has led us down the path of history to where we are now. Another step in our technological superiority.
The Bronze Age in history. The Age of Bronze in Greek myth. Third place, barely making it. A rusty color, an ugly color. The color of barely being good enough.
i watched it move by a fountain in barcelona. it looked at me and with a wink i knew everything i came here looking for. the strength of its prowess the bronze statue captivated me.
The Statue of Liberty’s made of bronze. I wonder if the French gave it to us because they knew it would change color and become just plain sh*tty after a decade or two.
golden bracken pieces sparkle in your hair, filling me with a white-hot desire to run my fingers through it while i kiss you like firecrackers on ice.
Bronze. How would that work as a first name? I think the sound of it makes it unique. Also the color, I suppose. I enjoy the z. I cross my z’s. Being a math major will do that to you. Especially when you get into complex numbers. Everything is complex, these days. And some things are imaginary, too.
Bronze, gold, silver. All the metals in this world couldn’t be a strong enough magnet compared to you.
Third place. Not the best. Maybe considered “goodnuf” because it’s a place but really, it doesn’t stand out much.
Also that ugly metallic. Not that I’m a huge fan of gold but bronze? Yuck.
All the beautiful things in my dreams are bronze and gold. Love glows bronze in the dusk of my paradise, and the light in our faces is golden and ambrosial.
I drink the air, and slowly become the joy and light around me.
This bronzer turned my skin orange and I was forced to walk around, being made fun of. I used to be the one who made fun of girls with fake tans. Oh how karma is a bitch! How will I get rid of this before prom!
The color that statues are made of, often makes me think of modern art, like a bronze david. also the color of skin that meny aspire to. its a pretty cool color to draw with.
Its a medal won in the olympics A tanner women use. Does anyone know any thing else about thing word.
not gold not silver but a sad under appreciated third. used for my favorite instrument i ever played. it builds our cathedrals and sets our rank amongst our peers. treated right it will shine with all the brightness of the sun. abandoned it turns a beautiful blue. tourquoise. indescribable. i think bronze is horribly underrated.
His hair was bronze, and it was way too long. It reached past his ears and nearly touched his shoulders. No one called him on it though, They were scared of him, but I wasn’t. I couldn’t be.
The horizon this morning
Leaves falling lazily to the autumn floor
The gently swaying field of grass in my neighbor’s wild backyard
Your eyes when they reflect the campfire
The warmth I feel when your fingertips brush against mine
The slow, comforting silence of long matured love
The pieces of your unkempt hair that nearly graze your eyebrows
What you silently ask for when your eyes linger on my lips
And what you promise forever when you breath my name
Bronze.
From clay earth
build thee Thy temple
of gracious hosts
whose fallen words
deny not but one
statueseque liberty of the freedom horse that rides through town like constantine snacking on bananas with bad personalitites that ripen as they fight each other bickering like old maids that never seem to get the point
Bronze skin. Everyone wants it. Some people tan, others brush on that awful-smelling cream. Some people just don’t bother. Why be bronze if you can be golden?
She saw the bronze sundial said it was the hour to eat so she ran over to the kitchen and made a sandwhich
Bronze is like a flame. A dull flame that was once very bright but subdued by time under the earth.
The bronze of her achievement caught my eye, ebbing and flowing, taunting me. It bruised my sensitive ego. Why couldn’t I for once have a chance to at least place in something? The words of my grandmother came back to me: “Jealousy is a slow yet harsh knife to the spirit.” A tear formed as I reminisced my grandmother’s warmth, and decided to take a positive outlook as I turned my head to the side. I would relish in her glory, but only this once.
If copper were the friend of gold and silver, they certainly left copper out. Little copper walked all by his lonesome saddened by his quality, his own goods, feeling worthless, or made to feel worthless, rather. Then finally along the tread, he found himself meeting an iron and a steel chap. There he made friends with not the most beautifully rare or of the most desired with such great aesthetically high status, but made such lasting friendships with the more jovial, available and open iron and steel. Oh, did aluminum hop in the mix one fine day, and how they were all a merry merry metal bunch.
When they were all acquired by hands, they went together and together discovered they were all incredibly useful in their own way, uniquely fruitful for the benefit of others. In this, they felt valuable for they were practical, good-natured and humble! Then, copper ever did smile feeling wondrously like a bronze gold or bronze silver just simply as his own copperself was.
He looked like a bronze god—all muscled and shiny from the sunscreen. His arms were pumped from climbing in the Valley for the past two weeks. I couldn’t believe he was mine.
The flecks that dotted his eye were bronze in color – not from alcohol or deformation, but from some sort of gliding paintbrush, that began painting on its canvas when he was a mere child.
that would suck to get bronzed you stay alive for ever but cant move or see just think
Bronze medal. Bronze skin. Sexy bronze skinned man. He was running down the beach as I read underneath my big blue umbrella wearing my little red bikini. Our eyes met and his dog came and licked my hand. I smiled. He grinned. The rest is history.
I’m never in first place. I’m never the best at anything. There’s always someone who shines brighter than me. I never get the gold. Sometimes, only sometimes, I get the silver, but it’s usually the silver or the bronze… if I’m lucky, that is. People would usually see this as a challenge or motivation, but I however, do not.
the way it feels sitting around your neck when you get third. The ancient greek statues. The color everybody aims for as they lay around the pool.
The sky turns from aqua to bronze and then inky indigo. It used to be pink when she was a little girl, but times have changed.
Bronze is the color of the medal you get when you’re not good enough for second, and definitely not good enough for first.
sometimes i don’t like tanning because it makes my skin all pink afterwards. i don’t enjoy tan lines and how they leave white circles on my chest and lines on my bum. i think it’s unflattering when seen, when i look in the mirror unclothed. and i’m always trying not to wear my clothes.
an alloy, mixture of two mwtals, made for making urns, containers and medals. The third prize is bronze medal. Statues are artistic.