The birds flew around it, deafened by the loud buzz coming from the engines. A big zeppelin hovered over the castle, and down, in the middle of the town plaza, the children gathered and waved at it. It flew towards the horizon, being welcomed by the setting sun, who cast enthralling waves of pink and orange to the clouds, giving way to the magical circus of colors whose jugglers and trapezists waved, just as the children did, to the big old zeppelin flying to the sun.
Hovering. Over fractal wilderness, I hover, hoping, waiting. The sun and stars pass as on overhead, twixt the fleeting moments of intense psychedelia. Drifting across the trip, I hover. Hovering.
Harry Kvlton
She would hover over the child, always worrying, unceasingly clinging, an eternal shadow to his deathly pale form, even in its deteriorated state the image of the dead man. Even before his illness brought him to a wheelchair she acted as such. She loved him, perhaps too much – more than her daughter, who struggled to provide for the family, the only one who seemed to want to move out of the shadow of grief left behind from her dead father.
Yes, she loved her son more – for her daughter would grow older, wiser, and leave her for greater things. But her son, she mused, running light fingers through she sleeping boys hair… he would be with her till death.
Kristin
The helicoper hovers over the wreckage; flashes of fire blaze below and the pilot looks in grimly, searching. But for what is he looking for amongst this destruction, amidst this death? He can hear the screams and the crying. He can see the loss.
But just as all seems lost, he sees the stars and stripes, waving.
You hover around me like a humming bird. Flitting across my days like the man I used to remember in you only better. Why did you come to me and then shy away but still linger. Do you want me but you don’t know how to take me? Honey, I will go to you no matter how you do it. I want you to want me, I want you to take charge and let me know how you feel and show me instead of just hovering. Love it love and the heart wants what the heart wants if you love me and want me then show me. Don’t leave me hanging.
Meh.
some days it just feels like i cant be left a lone. no one wants to stop talking. and talking. talking. today i am alone. sitting at the computer, surounded by people i dont know. hovering.
tina
hovering above the city. thinking things should always be like this. no worries. everything so small. Im small as well. Ill never be up again
alejandro caro
Star light and moon light hover as beacons through the night.
Bart
I don’t even know what hover means. Does it mean to hover hover the lands or something? Ohh man, I’m taking too long. I keep making mistakes. And then going back to try to correct them. Why don’t I just keep moving foward and not wory about my past mistakes?
Jami
It was like my hands over her back when she pinned me to the ground beside the lake that day. We were skipping school. She was two years older. I was in heaven, and it being heaven I wasn’t sure what to do. Her lips to mine and my hands all aloft and atwirl.
hover to float over an abject. Often a hummingbird will hover over a feeder or flower.
Rachel
above the sky in a beautiful plane, to a far off place to the distance you’ve always craved. Stunning, shimmering, sensual light. Too far to go back now. Follow the light to a far off place and revel in the stunning sensations.
Scarlett
When i think about the word hover I think of angels hovering above me or above a cloud, watching over us. Are they guiding me to do the right thing? Are they watching in judgement? Do they fly away sometimes? A coffee break?
Julie
hover is a cool thing they do in star wars the do it with there jedi skilles, its realy cool whene they do it.
linda
Actually, I didn’t know anything about hover. when i saw about that word,I was like, what the hell was that word. Lol. Oh well, according to the Wikipedia, hover is a process where an object is suspended by physical force.
I wish that for just one day, as we go through the mundane act of living, we could just hover above ourselves, and see us in the way that other people see us. Like a fly on the wall. Just be there and see the way that we interact with people, and perceive the way that they see us. To know what life really is.
Jenny Lee
The hummingbird hovered over the honeysuckle vine. Such a tiny thing with so much energy! Beautiful, peaceful, in spite of the nervous intense energy generated by that tiny creature.
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Coral
Helicopters moms like to “hover” over their kids. They constantly check up on what they’re doing, where they are in the process of doing or achieving something and seeing how they can help or improve the situation.
They’re just constantly there. That sometimes, instead of just letting their kids be what they need to be, they limit the kid’s possibilities. They end up suffocating their kids with their constant presence. I know that a parent’s presence is supposed to be reassuring, but when taken too far, it can stifle the kid’s creativity or make them be afraid to take chances.
Sometimes, as a parent, you need to step back, stop “hovering” and let your kid soar.
angela
Hovering over my computer this professor is wondering
—What’d this guy doing
I know it nonprofessional
but oneword is my only session
of joy sometimes.
Joe
I can imagine you now, waiting for me. Fingers right above the keyboard, hoping something could change, that something might alter enough for the past and present to reconcile themselves. But I wasn’t there, and I guess I’m sorry for that.
I guess I’m apologizing, even though I’m pretty sure I didn’t do anything wrong. You’ve been in my life, and keeping tabs on me, like a helicopter, just hovering inches away – like you can hold onto something if you don’t let it out of sight…but you can’t. You just can’t.
I once hovered over the earth, it took time to learn this technique and I gradually began the hovering. It was difficult, the process of hovering, but day after day week after wee
Steven T.
she could feel him behind her as she finished typing. Briefly she considered stopping and turning around to meet his eyes for his approval. She hit enter without doing so. It felt good but a little scary. She stared at the screen and saw that it was done. It was done. That was when she turned and looked into his eyes. Instead of disapproval, she saw his confirmation.
Mary
still, without thought, without movement, without feeling. Nothing to see, nothing to hear, absolutely nothing left of me. What to do next? Cover myself in the remains of hope that hover inside me.
we didn’t usually hover to the Isle of Wight, we went on the ‘cat’ that was hardly an appropriate sea going animal. The hover craft was like a big frilled squid, flapping and vibrating its way up on to the sand
if you don’t grasp it, it will hover over you,” she said “lingering as a doubt, a question left unanswered. Get up, get out, do it… grasp it, seize it.”
“okay,” he thought to himself. “Now she’s talking metaphorically, she always goes there.”
“I know exactly what you’re talking about”
“Liar,” she thought to herself, smiling as though to cover up her contempt. He was a hoverer, and she knew it.
she was flying, she was soaring.. then she stopped. i had no idea what was going on, my heart froze, everything in the world stopped, my heart broke she hovered above me unable to move, it was heartbreaking.
courtney
There it was. My happiness hovering the streets. Waiting for the cab to get it. I lost her already and I lost my happiness. There it was going away… Fading away. It was all my fault, by the way. She was not to blame.
Hovercrafts were wildly popular by the 22nd century. To a young time-traveler like John, seeing automobiles in the 21st century was wildly unnatural. Sure, they learned about the historic transportation vehicles in school, but seeing them move in person, clean and without rust, was still pretty unbelievable. John wondered how it must have felt to run all day and lie down in the grass. When the time to go back to their century had come, John sighed. He will miss gravity. He entered the time machine slowly, wondering how badly his ancestors had damaged Earth, causing them to move to a faraway planet.
Like a UFO craft, the object in the skies hover overhead, and made a strange sound that alerted everyone, that something was not right that Monday evening. we ran out of our homes and sought shelter in the church next door.
victor walkes
She hovered over her chicks, making sure they didn’t wander away.
Ninan
Where do the cows go when they fly? I really want to know, seeing as they are my cows… Where could they possibly dissapear to?
To heaven, some milk heaven in the clouds where they sit up there and get milked 24/7 with no senitivity to the teats/ no infections of the milk, what a place that would be, being milked alll the time.
Jimchims
hover, my lover over me.
you are my cover.
hovering over me like a sullen cloud of september angst.
over and over, your tears pound on my forehead, my lover.
The birds flew around it, deafened by the loud buzz coming from the engines. A big zeppelin hovered over the castle, and down, in the middle of the town plaza, the children gathered and waved at it. It flew towards the horizon, being welcomed by the setting sun, who cast enthralling waves of pink and orange to the clouds, giving way to the magical circus of colors whose jugglers and trapezists waved, just as the children did, to the big old zeppelin flying to the sun.
Hovering. Over fractal wilderness, I hover, hoping, waiting. The sun and stars pass as on overhead, twixt the fleeting moments of intense psychedelia. Drifting across the trip, I hover. Hovering.
She would hover over the child, always worrying, unceasingly clinging, an eternal shadow to his deathly pale form, even in its deteriorated state the image of the dead man. Even before his illness brought him to a wheelchair she acted as such. She loved him, perhaps too much – more than her daughter, who struggled to provide for the family, the only one who seemed to want to move out of the shadow of grief left behind from her dead father.
Yes, she loved her son more – for her daughter would grow older, wiser, and leave her for greater things. But her son, she mused, running light fingers through she sleeping boys hair… he would be with her till death.
The helicoper hovers over the wreckage; flashes of fire blaze below and the pilot looks in grimly, searching. But for what is he looking for amongst this destruction, amidst this death? He can hear the screams and the crying. He can see the loss.
But just as all seems lost, he sees the stars and stripes, waving.
You hover around me like a humming bird. Flitting across my days like the man I used to remember in you only better. Why did you come to me and then shy away but still linger. Do you want me but you don’t know how to take me? Honey, I will go to you no matter how you do it. I want you to want me, I want you to take charge and let me know how you feel and show me instead of just hovering. Love it love and the heart wants what the heart wants if you love me and want me then show me. Don’t leave me hanging.
some days it just feels like i cant be left a lone. no one wants to stop talking. and talking. talking. today i am alone. sitting at the computer, surounded by people i dont know. hovering.
hovering above the city. thinking things should always be like this. no worries. everything so small. Im small as well. Ill never be up again
Star light and moon light hover as beacons through the night.
I don’t even know what hover means. Does it mean to hover hover the lands or something? Ohh man, I’m taking too long. I keep making mistakes. And then going back to try to correct them. Why don’t I just keep moving foward and not wory about my past mistakes?
It was like my hands over her back when she pinned me to the ground beside the lake that day. We were skipping school. She was two years older. I was in heaven, and it being heaven I wasn’t sure what to do. Her lips to mine and my hands all aloft and atwirl.
I hover in my dreams:
Hover over my future.
Hover over my goals.
Will it happen? Will it come true?
I hope so.
hover to float over an abject. Often a hummingbird will hover over a feeder or flower.
above the sky in a beautiful plane, to a far off place to the distance you’ve always craved. Stunning, shimmering, sensual light. Too far to go back now. Follow the light to a far off place and revel in the stunning sensations.
When i think about the word hover I think of angels hovering above me or above a cloud, watching over us. Are they guiding me to do the right thing? Are they watching in judgement? Do they fly away sometimes? A coffee break?
hover is a cool thing they do in star wars the do it with there jedi skilles, its realy cool whene they do it.
Actually, I didn’t know anything about hover. when i saw about that word,I was like, what the hell was that word. Lol. Oh well, according to the Wikipedia, hover is a process where an object is suspended by physical force.
I wish that for just one day, as we go through the mundane act of living, we could just hover above ourselves, and see us in the way that other people see us. Like a fly on the wall. Just be there and see the way that we interact with people, and perceive the way that they see us. To know what life really is.
The hummingbird hovered over the honeysuckle vine. Such a tiny thing with so much energy! Beautiful, peaceful, in spite of the nervous intense energy generated by that tiny creature.
car tumblr yann tiersen and gigolo hummus flying like lotus leaves from a branch of doom and magical crevice light arkansas typo full fry the pizza man oh no time is running out wooooooow wowowowowoowowowowowowwoowowowow sdnfjsfnsrfnsefnsefnenfqiwendfiwqndwqmsdnindiwqndiewndinefinewinfiewnfiewnifenwfifnwe
Helicopters moms like to “hover” over their kids. They constantly check up on what they’re doing, where they are in the process of doing or achieving something and seeing how they can help or improve the situation.
They’re just constantly there. That sometimes, instead of just letting their kids be what they need to be, they limit the kid’s possibilities. They end up suffocating their kids with their constant presence. I know that a parent’s presence is supposed to be reassuring, but when taken too far, it can stifle the kid’s creativity or make them be afraid to take chances.
Sometimes, as a parent, you need to step back, stop “hovering” and let your kid soar.
Hovering over my computer this professor is wondering
—What’d this guy doing
I know it nonprofessional
but oneword is my only session
of joy sometimes.
I can imagine you now, waiting for me. Fingers right above the keyboard, hoping something could change, that something might alter enough for the past and present to reconcile themselves. But I wasn’t there, and I guess I’m sorry for that.
I guess I’m apologizing, even though I’m pretty sure I didn’t do anything wrong. You’ve been in my life, and keeping tabs on me, like a helicopter, just hovering inches away – like you can hold onto something if you don’t let it out of sight…but you can’t. You just can’t.
I once hovered over the earth, it took time to learn this technique and I gradually began the hovering. It was difficult, the process of hovering, but day after day week after wee
she could feel him behind her as she finished typing. Briefly she considered stopping and turning around to meet his eyes for his approval. She hit enter without doing so. It felt good but a little scary. She stared at the screen and saw that it was done. It was done. That was when she turned and looked into his eyes. Instead of disapproval, she saw his confirmation.
still, without thought, without movement, without feeling. Nothing to see, nothing to hear, absolutely nothing left of me. What to do next? Cover myself in the remains of hope that hover inside me.
Birds of prey hover before they pounce.
we didn’t usually hover to the Isle of Wight, we went on the ‘cat’ that was hardly an appropriate sea going animal. The hover craft was like a big frilled squid, flapping and vibrating its way up on to the sand
if you don’t grasp it, it will hover over you,” she said “lingering as a doubt, a question left unanswered. Get up, get out, do it… grasp it, seize it.”
“okay,” he thought to himself. “Now she’s talking metaphorically, she always goes there.”
“I know exactly what you’re talking about”
“Liar,” she thought to herself, smiling as though to cover up her contempt. He was a hoverer, and she knew it.
Hover. A whispered goodbye, the soft brush of her hand.
Hover. A sweet nothing, really, a subtle bat of her eyelash.
Hover.
Say you’ll stay.
like a cloud amidst the birds. mystery surroundings. foolish beginnings. flight almost dead, me almost dead.
Hover. A soft whisper, the brush of her hand.
Hover. A sweet nothing, really. The bat of an eyelash.
Hover.
Say you’ll stay.
I hovered for a moment. And realized that something wasn’t right…
she was flying, she was soaring.. then she stopped. i had no idea what was going on, my heart froze, everything in the world stopped, my heart broke she hovered above me unable to move, it was heartbreaking.
There it was. My happiness hovering the streets. Waiting for the cab to get it. I lost her already and I lost my happiness. There it was going away… Fading away. It was all my fault, by the way. She was not to blame.
Hovercrafts were wildly popular by the 22nd century. To a young time-traveler like John, seeing automobiles in the 21st century was wildly unnatural. Sure, they learned about the historic transportation vehicles in school, but seeing them move in person, clean and without rust, was still pretty unbelievable. John wondered how it must have felt to run all day and lie down in the grass. When the time to go back to their century had come, John sighed. He will miss gravity. He entered the time machine slowly, wondering how badly his ancestors had damaged Earth, causing them to move to a faraway planet.
Like a UFO craft, the object in the skies hover overhead, and made a strange sound that alerted everyone, that something was not right that Monday evening. we ran out of our homes and sought shelter in the church next door.
She hovered over her chicks, making sure they didn’t wander away.
Where do the cows go when they fly? I really want to know, seeing as they are my cows… Where could they possibly dissapear to?
To heaven, some milk heaven in the clouds where they sit up there and get milked 24/7 with no senitivity to the teats/ no infections of the milk, what a place that would be, being milked alll the time.
hover, my lover over me.
you are my cover.
hovering over me like a sullen cloud of september angst.
over and over, your tears pound on my forehead, my lover.
Watching.
He’s always observing.
He can’t help it. He has to hover behind her back, make sure she doesn’t kill herself.