Spring. It’s like new music that you don’t understand. Jumping and gyrating. Moving with newness. Alive and bright. Birth and rebirth circling each other. Becoming each other. Now. and forever.
matthan
As I walked into the forest that misty morning, I saw something incredible. A fawn sitting in the dew filled grass inches from a stream. Its mother was nowhere in sight and its innocence caught my attention.
A fawn is a baby deer, yes? They are so gorgeous. I just stared at a bunch of them for so long once. Robbie thought I was crazy. He kept laughing at me. I’ll always remember that though.
Maryssa
a baby deer, faith streeter, fall, hunting, mommy, accidents happen i’m sorry, bambi, beautiful springtime birth. love and passion. LIFE. innocence, blossoms, gracefulness
Anna Silva
You walked into the store I worked in and I instantly fawned over you. Dark long hair, stubble, a devilish smile, jewelry, an I-don’t-care-how-I-look-but-I-totally-care-how-I-look appearance, all partnered with a likable bad attitude that won me over faster than I could ring you up for your cigarettes. soon after, it was your turn to be smitten, and you fawned over me.
Dawn had barely broken; she wrapped her arms around her daughter. Messy blond hair, and eyes the color of the morning sky- just like hers. She stared out the window, as the sun rose over the hills.
It was dawn. She snuggled her child close- messy hair, blue eyes, the same kind of eyes that she had. The light was barely breaking over the hills.
Kaliph (TMV)
A fawn played in the fauna
With a doe a dear a day
When she spied across the lawn a
Man heaving bales of hay
She quick looked on
The pretty fawn
Awhile her mother rife
With anticipation beating
In sensation pulse and life
Gazed at the scene and all around
From man to hay to house to ground
Alert to every sight and sound
And motion made each sway profound
Until her fawn turned back and bound
And twixt the two they paired away.
Fawn over me like it’s worth your time. Show me what I’m worth, tell me that I’m important, that I matter, that I’m going places and you’re scared I’ll leave you behind so I can say, “no way baby, you’re coming with me straight to the top” and we can laugh and pour another glass of our second bottle of 9$ wine from Ontario. Because I need reminding.
Benjie
She fawned over him, the way the ocean fawns over the sand. He was, and remained until her death, the only man she ever loved.
sounds like yawn, i have no clue what fawn means. maybe like fan> like to fan someone with something
like how famous people/rich ppl in movies make their servants fan them to keep them cool when its hot. its qutie effective if you ask me, i would love to have someone stand around and fan me all day long. id hate ti be the fanner though. that would be quite shitty
Aleen Abou Al Dawleh
Little spotted baby.
It’s probably going to be shot one day.
Is Mr. Tumnus a “fawn” or a “faun”?
I can never remember.
James McAvoy is attractive.
Bethany
Fawns, they’re young deer. Just growing and they’re beautiful creatures. Their wide, dark, brownish black eyes always ready for anything. Their still following their mothers around wherever they go, like an obediant puppy.
Brie
There was once a fawn. His name was Snowflake. He was tiny. It was a strange thing to think of a tiny fawn, but that is not the point of this story. In fact, I’m not quite sure what the point of this story is. Oh well, there was this tiny fawn who’s name was Snowflake. He was born, he lived, the end.
Miranda
It was something new. It was something odd. It made the best of what it knew, which was not much. If anything at all. Staring at it, all the fawn could do was bask in the silence that surrounded him and it.
Lauren Williams
there once was a beautiful fawn that ran and frolicked in the woods and one day that fawn grew to be a wise old deer that taught other young fawns the ways of the forest and when it was time the old deer passed on all the wisdom to the next.
Abbie
I’ve probably said too much, but I’ve never felt more accomplished. I gave what I had, and I was spat on in return. Yesteryear, you made me feel like I was living on the edge of the earth. Now, I feel like I wasn’t born with enough middle fingers.
the deer sprang up from the gorund like a spring. It was a bright and early day and the sn was just breaking through the clouds. It was refreshing and all seemed well. It was a perfect day for disaster. The deer smelt the wolves before they saw them.
Matthew Northway
when i was litlle my baby brother was born, my dad used to called hin “little fawn” because of his big eyes and small nose.
Mary
is very pretty i love it i i just think about that word every minute i see your face, your just eautiful to my eyes i am in love with you ok?
Mary
The lazy eyed fawn glanced at it’s mother, it’s soft steps barely touching the ground as it waded through the foliage. It was dusk, and the fawn was hungering for food. The fawn shrieked as a WILD MOOSE APPEAREEDDDDSDFHSJF how do you even write i don’t even
Crynn
I once saw a fawn in the middle of an open field. Lost, but not alone. She looked around her, I was jealous of it because I wish I knew exactly what she knew. I’m afraid sometimes, that knowing too much is no good.
I really don’t know what the word fawn means. I’m not even sure if it’s an object or an animal. I know that it’s the name of the fairy in the Tinker Bell movies and I’ve always liked the name. I’ve really just run out of things to say about this.
Carolina
it came to the part of the story where i got lost- lost deep
and somehow you stumbled upon me and lead the way out of the deep
lost blackhole of a life that i was drowning in- lost like a fawn from their mother- able to grow but it would take what i always took. and that is what we know as “time”.
time somepeople dont have- extra time no one is willing to spare- and thinking about it all- im am greatful for you- & the way you rescue me over and over again- and its funny to think how i thought it all rady happened to me- that ive been there and done that- then there was you and suddlenly there was me- i like how when i stare at you its like looking into myself- i like you how you like me i love how you loe me- and i cannot believe some of the things that you lied about- and i never thought there was never any good reason for lying bout somthing like that- but i can put your shoes on and look back at the path you traveled- crazy as it seems – but i can and i understand why- and i would have done the same – becuase you my love- you were right and i.. im really glad about that.
“Where she was wont to stray
There she came upon
A white and wounded fawn
She full of charity
A credit to her sex
Sought to right the fawn’s hindlegs
When here her plans were vexed
The tiagon shifted strange
The beast began to change…”
Of Thistles and Whistles
The lights are flashing, and the music is vulgar and so, so loud. And all around you are people, smashed together, sweating together, crowding in a huge pit of delirum. And dancing, dancing in the worst sense of the word. Where is your date? And where is the couple you came with? You look around but you can’t move. You’re crammed between a large boy on your right, and a barely clad girl on your left. You’re on your tiptoes, peeking over bobbinhg heads. Then you see them; the couple. You’ve noticed that he’s been fawning over her all night, and she over him. And there they are, grinding; up, down, up, down. Her back to his front, their hips moving in circles, their eyes closed in ecstacy. You feel like you’re going to throw up. Weren’t you all making fun of the others doing this just minutes ago? Didn’t you all agree on how degrading it was? Your head is pounding you want to go home. You just aren’t someone who can partcipate in that sort of activity. You’re the responsible one. The good little christian girl. And you like it that way; that way you’re safe. Even so, you can’t seem to pull your eyes away from them. And a small flash of desire runs through you. You almost wish it was you over there. That it was you being completely loose and free and innapropriate. You begin to wonder how wonderful it might be to let go for once. You wonder if you’ll ever get to find out.
i saw a fawn in a meadow alone . nothing around it . searching for family but couldn’t see. Runs fast because of a noise and doesn’t come back.
Christine Pedreira
It wasn’t something anyone could ignore, sitting there in the morning light, hidden and hardly able to be seen through the fog. Yet it was there, reminding us of the simplest and most beautiful story that’s out there. Not a single child could see it and not say: Bambi. Everyone will ooh and awe over the little deer and its little spots – marking its age like the wrinkles on someone’s face. Yet we all know – one day it’ll be on the side of the road.
Madeline
Breaking light through the trees dappled the forest floor with hues of orange and yellow. The fawn stepped out timidly from her hiding place, and with wides eyes searched for her mother. The forest was alive with sounds, but not much stirred. How would she find her way?
Rosa Tyabji
sometimes i wonder if i’m okay–i mean, if my personality is okay.
is it okay that i’m not writing about the word (which is fawn) like i’m supposed to?
is it okay that i’m a jeans and t-shirt girl who has zero fashion sense?
is it okay that i love to draw but i don’t have a sketchbook?
is it okay that i prefer reading to watching TV, that my cell phone is dead and i don’t even care, that i eat marshmallow and peanut butter sandwiches for lunch, that i’m a really good cook, that i never wear matching socks, that i stay up late writing poetry, that i would rather write with a pen than a pencil, that i keep my money in a hot chocolate can, that i collect broken seashells, that i my one dream is to become a writer…..
i know i’m not spectacular….or wonderful….or amazing…but maybe i could be okay
….at least for now
Melanie
What did you expect? Did you want me to keep fawning over you without any giveback? It wouldn’t have lasted long, that’s for damn sure. A friendship can only stay one-sided for so long before the giver gets sick of the bullshit. And when it came down to it, that’s why I left. Take all you want, but it won’t be from me.
…i am often told that i resemble a deer, and while i find this mildly flattering, i don’t know how i feel about being likened to an animal that is more often seen dead than alive.
I fawn over what this means every second of the day and every minute of the hour. I fawn over how warped time is while I’m fawning over you and what you could do to me. I fawn again and again and it dawns on me that I’m tired of it. I don’t want to.
Farrah Elbaz
Fawm? what is a fawn. i dont even know what the hell a fawn is. is a fawn like a baby deer or something. i think it is. a baby deer. thats a fawn. ugh. they are so cute. if a fawn IS actually a baby deer. then year they are cute. otherwise. they ugly. ugh. what the hell fa
Hailey
I was only Tryin to get to my friends house I saw the family cross the street I thought that they had all went by…. Little did I know that the little fawn had yet to get by …. He looked me square Un the eye when he hit my hood!!! Then ran off…
The first fawn I ever was aware of was Bambi. I cried when his mom died, laughed mightily at Thumper, and smiled at the end. I saw it over 60 years ago, and I still smile at that memory. Balanced on a curb on the way home, too.
Sheila
A deer a baby deer a deer a female dee a drop of furry sun. A deer it’s clear is worth money. Around here. What do you think of that, dear. Oh Deerie dear me. Antlers sawed off. Antler max. Chads working deer again. Deer in front of my car hurts my fenders bumpers crash slam thank you ma’am. What’s your deductible? $80,000 Mercedes upside down in the ditch. Oh dear is this 60 seconds ever going to be over?
Stephanie
A fawn jumps out in front of my car and I hit the brakes with a screeech! Luckily, the deer is unscathed. It frantically runs off, but I’m too distracted to notice. I get out of the car and spot the path where everyone and everything has led me. As I step out of the headlight’s glare, i’m thrown into darkness.
These small baby deer are considered rather adorable. One of the things that people find endearing is their small white spots. Seeing a baby fawn with its mother is one of the sweetest things you’ll ever encounter. Unfortunately, they tend to be rather skittish, so trying to have an up close encounter could be quite difficult.
Spring. It’s like new music that you don’t understand. Jumping and gyrating. Moving with newness. Alive and bright. Birth and rebirth circling each other. Becoming each other. Now. and forever.
As I walked into the forest that misty morning, I saw something incredible. A fawn sitting in the dew filled grass inches from a stream. Its mother was nowhere in sight and its innocence caught my attention.
A fawn is a baby deer, yes? They are so gorgeous. I just stared at a bunch of them for so long once. Robbie thought I was crazy. He kept laughing at me. I’ll always remember that though.
a baby deer, faith streeter, fall, hunting, mommy, accidents happen i’m sorry, bambi, beautiful springtime birth. love and passion. LIFE. innocence, blossoms, gracefulness
You walked into the store I worked in and I instantly fawned over you. Dark long hair, stubble, a devilish smile, jewelry, an I-don’t-care-how-I-look-but-I-totally-care-how-I-look appearance, all partnered with a likable bad attitude that won me over faster than I could ring you up for your cigarettes. soon after, it was your turn to be smitten, and you fawned over me.
Dawn had barely broken; she wrapped her arms around her daughter. Messy blond hair, and eyes the color of the morning sky- just like hers. She stared out the window, as the sun rose over the hills.
It was dawn. She snuggled her child close- messy hair, blue eyes, the same kind of eyes that she had. The light was barely breaking over the hills.
A fawn played in the fauna
With a doe a dear a day
When she spied across the lawn a
Man heaving bales of hay
She quick looked on
The pretty fawn
Awhile her mother rife
With anticipation beating
In sensation pulse and life
Gazed at the scene and all around
From man to hay to house to ground
Alert to every sight and sound
And motion made each sway profound
Until her fawn turned back and bound
And twixt the two they paired away.
Fawn over me like it’s worth your time. Show me what I’m worth, tell me that I’m important, that I matter, that I’m going places and you’re scared I’ll leave you behind so I can say, “no way baby, you’re coming with me straight to the top” and we can laugh and pour another glass of our second bottle of 9$ wine from Ontario. Because I need reminding.
She fawned over him, the way the ocean fawns over the sand. He was, and remained until her death, the only man she ever loved.
sounds like yawn, i have no clue what fawn means. maybe like fan> like to fan someone with something
like how famous people/rich ppl in movies make their servants fan them to keep them cool when its hot. its qutie effective if you ask me, i would love to have someone stand around and fan me all day long. id hate ti be the fanner though. that would be quite shitty
Little spotted baby.
It’s probably going to be shot one day.
Is Mr. Tumnus a “fawn” or a “faun”?
I can never remember.
James McAvoy is attractive.
Fawns, they’re young deer. Just growing and they’re beautiful creatures. Their wide, dark, brownish black eyes always ready for anything. Their still following their mothers around wherever they go, like an obediant puppy.
There was once a fawn. His name was Snowflake. He was tiny. It was a strange thing to think of a tiny fawn, but that is not the point of this story. In fact, I’m not quite sure what the point of this story is. Oh well, there was this tiny fawn who’s name was Snowflake. He was born, he lived, the end.
It was something new. It was something odd. It made the best of what it knew, which was not much. If anything at all. Staring at it, all the fawn could do was bask in the silence that surrounded him and it.
there once was a beautiful fawn that ran and frolicked in the woods and one day that fawn grew to be a wise old deer that taught other young fawns the ways of the forest and when it was time the old deer passed on all the wisdom to the next.
I’ve probably said too much, but I’ve never felt more accomplished. I gave what I had, and I was spat on in return. Yesteryear, you made me feel like I was living on the edge of the earth. Now, I feel like I wasn’t born with enough middle fingers.
the deer sprang up from the gorund like a spring. It was a bright and early day and the sn was just breaking through the clouds. It was refreshing and all seemed well. It was a perfect day for disaster. The deer smelt the wolves before they saw them.
when i was litlle my baby brother was born, my dad used to called hin “little fawn” because of his big eyes and small nose.
is very pretty i love it i i just think about that word every minute i see your face, your just eautiful to my eyes i am in love with you ok?
The lazy eyed fawn glanced at it’s mother, it’s soft steps barely touching the ground as it waded through the foliage. It was dusk, and the fawn was hungering for food. The fawn shrieked as a WILD MOOSE APPEAREEDDDDSDFHSJF how do you even write i don’t even
I once saw a fawn in the middle of an open field. Lost, but not alone. She looked around her, I was jealous of it because I wish I knew exactly what she knew. I’m afraid sometimes, that knowing too much is no good.
fawn, the lowest piece in chess but the most abundant member,, can be the most pwerful upon reaching the sides of the opposing player..
I really don’t know what the word fawn means. I’m not even sure if it’s an object or an animal. I know that it’s the name of the fairy in the Tinker Bell movies and I’ve always liked the name. I’ve really just run out of things to say about this.
it came to the part of the story where i got lost- lost deep
and somehow you stumbled upon me and lead the way out of the deep
lost blackhole of a life that i was drowning in- lost like a fawn from their mother- able to grow but it would take what i always took. and that is what we know as “time”.
time somepeople dont have- extra time no one is willing to spare- and thinking about it all- im am greatful for you- & the way you rescue me over and over again- and its funny to think how i thought it all rady happened to me- that ive been there and done that- then there was you and suddlenly there was me- i like how when i stare at you its like looking into myself- i like you how you like me i love how you loe me- and i cannot believe some of the things that you lied about- and i never thought there was never any good reason for lying bout somthing like that- but i can put your shoes on and look back at the path you traveled- crazy as it seems – but i can and i understand why- and i would have done the same – becuase you my love- you were right and i.. im really glad about that.
“Where she was wont to stray
There she came upon
A white and wounded fawn
She full of charity
A credit to her sex
Sought to right the fawn’s hindlegs
When here her plans were vexed
The tiagon shifted strange
The beast began to change…”
The lights are flashing, and the music is vulgar and so, so loud. And all around you are people, smashed together, sweating together, crowding in a huge pit of delirum. And dancing, dancing in the worst sense of the word. Where is your date? And where is the couple you came with? You look around but you can’t move. You’re crammed between a large boy on your right, and a barely clad girl on your left. You’re on your tiptoes, peeking over bobbinhg heads. Then you see them; the couple. You’ve noticed that he’s been fawning over her all night, and she over him. And there they are, grinding; up, down, up, down. Her back to his front, their hips moving in circles, their eyes closed in ecstacy. You feel like you’re going to throw up. Weren’t you all making fun of the others doing this just minutes ago? Didn’t you all agree on how degrading it was? Your head is pounding you want to go home. You just aren’t someone who can partcipate in that sort of activity. You’re the responsible one. The good little christian girl. And you like it that way; that way you’re safe. Even so, you can’t seem to pull your eyes away from them. And a small flash of desire runs through you. You almost wish it was you over there. That it was you being completely loose and free and innapropriate. You begin to wonder how wonderful it might be to let go for once. You wonder if you’ll ever get to find out.
i saw a fawn in a meadow alone . nothing around it . searching for family but couldn’t see. Runs fast because of a noise and doesn’t come back.
It wasn’t something anyone could ignore, sitting there in the morning light, hidden and hardly able to be seen through the fog. Yet it was there, reminding us of the simplest and most beautiful story that’s out there. Not a single child could see it and not say: Bambi. Everyone will ooh and awe over the little deer and its little spots – marking its age like the wrinkles on someone’s face. Yet we all know – one day it’ll be on the side of the road.
Breaking light through the trees dappled the forest floor with hues of orange and yellow. The fawn stepped out timidly from her hiding place, and with wides eyes searched for her mother. The forest was alive with sounds, but not much stirred. How would she find her way?
sometimes i wonder if i’m okay–i mean, if my personality is okay.
is it okay that i’m not writing about the word (which is fawn) like i’m supposed to?
is it okay that i’m a jeans and t-shirt girl who has zero fashion sense?
is it okay that i love to draw but i don’t have a sketchbook?
is it okay that i prefer reading to watching TV, that my cell phone is dead and i don’t even care, that i eat marshmallow and peanut butter sandwiches for lunch, that i’m a really good cook, that i never wear matching socks, that i stay up late writing poetry, that i would rather write with a pen than a pencil, that i keep my money in a hot chocolate can, that i collect broken seashells, that i my one dream is to become a writer…..
i know i’m not spectacular….or wonderful….or amazing…but maybe i could be okay
….at least for now
What did you expect? Did you want me to keep fawning over you without any giveback? It wouldn’t have lasted long, that’s for damn sure. A friendship can only stay one-sided for so long before the giver gets sick of the bullshit. And when it came down to it, that’s why I left. Take all you want, but it won’t be from me.
…i am often told that i resemble a deer, and while i find this mildly flattering, i don’t know how i feel about being likened to an animal that is more often seen dead than alive.
I fawn over what this means every second of the day and every minute of the hour. I fawn over how warped time is while I’m fawning over you and what you could do to me. I fawn again and again and it dawns on me that I’m tired of it. I don’t want to.
Fawm? what is a fawn. i dont even know what the hell a fawn is. is a fawn like a baby deer or something. i think it is. a baby deer. thats a fawn. ugh. they are so cute. if a fawn IS actually a baby deer. then year they are cute. otherwise. they ugly. ugh. what the hell fa
I was only Tryin to get to my friends house I saw the family cross the street I thought that they had all went by…. Little did I know that the little fawn had yet to get by …. He looked me square Un the eye when he hit my hood!!! Then ran off…
The first fawn I ever was aware of was Bambi. I cried when his mom died, laughed mightily at Thumper, and smiled at the end. I saw it over 60 years ago, and I still smile at that memory. Balanced on a curb on the way home, too.
A deer a baby deer a deer a female dee a drop of furry sun. A deer it’s clear is worth money. Around here. What do you think of that, dear. Oh Deerie dear me. Antlers sawed off. Antler max. Chads working deer again. Deer in front of my car hurts my fenders bumpers crash slam thank you ma’am. What’s your deductible? $80,000 Mercedes upside down in the ditch. Oh dear is this 60 seconds ever going to be over?
A fawn jumps out in front of my car and I hit the brakes with a screeech! Luckily, the deer is unscathed. It frantically runs off, but I’m too distracted to notice. I get out of the car and spot the path where everyone and everything has led me. As I step out of the headlight’s glare, i’m thrown into darkness.
These small baby deer are considered rather adorable. One of the things that people find endearing is their small white spots. Seeing a baby fawn with its mother is one of the sweetest things you’ll ever encounter. Unfortunately, they tend to be rather skittish, so trying to have an up close encounter could be quite difficult.