An overflowing sense of wonder,
A greatness unsurpassed,
He watches over all of us,
Sacrificed His son,
Pouring out His love for us,
Pouring out His Son.
Esther
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anonymous
i poured the lemonade into my glass but when i took a sip i realized that it just tasted like colored water. i added more lemon juice. it tasted better after that. i wish i had more lemonade to enjoy, the sour kind not the kind with tons of sugar.
carson
Pouring down on the chasm in my heart. Filling the holes in my splintery start. I stand and let it wash over me. Here I am ready to see.
I stand and wait and wonder and cry. Why did I let love pass me by? I made a hugee mistake in letting you go. Please oh please just let me know.
I want you back here and now. We can figure out how.
Meredith
Raindrops pour from out my eye. It’s cold inside, I don’t know why. Just wait, wait! The sun will shine.
TALLYHOODO
Pouring rain, pounding on the roof… It makes me so grateful to be inside with my sweetheart. He lights the fire in our fireplace and we snuggle in for a nice evening.
Joy
The pitcher poured the milk, and it fell into the cup. That was the only sound in the silence. It was awkward. Finally, one of us gave a small sound.
Carly
I always loved this word. It’s a great one. Not the other pore though, that makes me think of my acne, which I despise. I don’t care if it’s part of growing up, it blows. Go fuck yourself Pores!
I like pour though, like pouring someone a drink of water, that’s cool, I find that to be comforting, since water is nice, it’s very soothing to me.
Katherine
fuck
Anonymous
pouring down over my head was the tsunami of contentment, of love, of total happiness. I’d never known this feeling before. It took me by surprise and I felt renewed in my life.
leah
to empty a container of liquid into something.
mia
I pour my heart out to you, just when i am in troubles, my heart spills like the lemonade spilling out of the water pitcher. i knew it then we were like water pouring out a water pitcher and blending together.
crystal
the water poured through my unclenched fist. It was disappearing fast and I couldn’t stop it. A panic over took me and I did what I thought I was supposed to, I let it all go…
Leah
the rain pours down, down down down, falling off the roof, off the car, dripping onto leaves and into rivers. animals ran for cover, people walked around with umbrellas….
a name
The rain… Oh, how she loved the rain. She would sometimes just stand outside and let the droplets pour over her, washing away her bad feelings, allowing the good ones to come in.
Curling her lips into a small smile as she stood, arms extended, she hoped one day she could be in the rain with him as well.
chips
i pour my heart to this guy and he didnt respect it :/ who needs men?!
jayjay
The rain was pouring down as I walked home from school in my little high heeled mary janes. My clothes were dripping. My hair was soaked. A woman walked out of her house and stood behind her little white picket fence and asked if I was okay. I said I felt fantastic.
Skye
some tea especially green tea. and rain pours down outside from my window. how stupid ı am. pour me
Anonymous
rain, pour out your feelings, pouring pouring rain drops, pour out your soul to me, pour out the tea please, its raining its pouring the old man is snoring, pour.
asia p
Outside I woke up to the rain pouring, scattering its gray over the forest. Everything looks different this morning, maybe it’s because I need a new perspective, or maybe life just knows how to keep things beautiful.
Alayna
It was raining. He could feel it, and it was real. As long as he believed it, it was real.
It stopped. The watering can ran out. He slapped his wet cheeks and laughed.
Slowmo
pour again? really? how often is the word going to be pour? it gets so dreadfully boring writing about the same thing time after time. by time after time, i really mean twice now. but twice? pour is so dull. how about fuck? or kill? or lie? come on one word, you can do better then this
julia Poe
the cup was empty, but that was okay. i needed an empty glass anyway. there are so many things you could put in it, and even if my glass wasn’t full, it had possibilities. that half empty glass was just even better if you had the option of pouring something into it. and that was just what i was planning to do.
hana
I poured out all my troubles on my grandma. she always knows just what to say to make me feel better . I told everything. Even the part about the stolen bracelet
madeleine
She poured out the embers on the floor
She left them there to die
They found her still there come the morn
Beneath the ash tree now
She lies
Leah
pour is like the opposite of poor. Pour has to do with having something worth pouring but the poor have nothing. Its also spelled with a “u” which is interesting but really pointless.
Edward
pour some sugar on me. is it perverted? like.. skeet all over me? or do you just want me sweet for you? just one of life’s little questions i suppose.
joe
As I poured the sand back into the hole I’d dug, it occurred to me that doing so was in fact an act of archaeology in itself. I slowed the process, and watched the sand, seeing it as if in slow motion, and when it was done, I dug it out again and poured it
Jennifer
i pour my love out all over you….it comes from this deep well within me and for my whole life i have prayed to be a cup overflowing with love, so i have a lot to give…i pour it out on those i love, but also on those i do not even know…doing my best to whet their appetites and soothe their thirst for comfort, for bliss, for peace….
alex
rain, daily in January…… makes the air cold… in Holland
refreshes the world in Dubai..
rain pours differently
it does
W.A.
i want to pour down lie the rain. i want to pour into you, i think im falling fast. i get so insecure about all of this pretty much all of the time, and i hate it. why do i do this to myself? i should know better.
Jamie Lane
Pour your soul out. That’s right. In my small tin cup, empty of memories and the touch of a friend’s caress through my hair on a hot summer night. Pour your thought and memories to me and maybe, just maybe, for once in my life, I’ll be human.
Alice
The rain began to pour as Sheila drifted into another dream. This time her hands were tied and her mouth gagged. She couldn’t move. Something had seized her. She couldn’t scream. It was as though her whole body had become a shell.
Mandy
Sometimes I have noticed that I am not too coordinated when I pour the orange juice in his little sippy cup but another thing I’ve noticed is that part of my maturation process has involved me being able to let go my small, insignificant flaws and instead focus on the things that are vital, and my positive points.
hannah
She poured the cup out into the bowl and began to stir the mixture. Using yogurt rather than milk made it thicker, but it also improved the healthiness of the dish. Pour it in the pan, now it’s ready to cook.
Caitlin
fill lui sad can’t do it not enough practice
Stacey
“Be quiet,” she whispered as tomatoes poured from the sky.
hippocritter
Level 4 … MADE IT TO LEVEL 4 !!!
Pour me a cold one!
heffay
it’s pouring down. water. rain. i dont really know why. why? that’s a strange question, since there will never be a correct answer. there is no right or wrong, there is only perspective. and the rain is still falling down, no matter what, when it rains it pours.
heigh
poor pour poor pour poor pour water? people? pouring over everything, blankets, enveloping, wealth, sadness tears AIDS no water! we only need water no water just money money money money send us more money
An overflowing sense of wonder,
A greatness unsurpassed,
He watches over all of us,
Sacrificed His son,
Pouring out His love for us,
Pouring out His Son.
dsfdsa DCFSAcdsaCDSAV DCSA DA VDAS VDAngdhgsfdgfs fdsgvfds
i poured the lemonade into my glass but when i took a sip i realized that it just tasted like colored water. i added more lemon juice. it tasted better after that. i wish i had more lemonade to enjoy, the sour kind not the kind with tons of sugar.
Pouring down on the chasm in my heart. Filling the holes in my splintery start. I stand and let it wash over me. Here I am ready to see.
I stand and wait and wonder and cry. Why did I let love pass me by? I made a hugee mistake in letting you go. Please oh please just let me know.
I want you back here and now. We can figure out how.
Raindrops pour from out my eye. It’s cold inside, I don’t know why. Just wait, wait! The sun will shine.
Pouring rain, pounding on the roof… It makes me so grateful to be inside with my sweetheart. He lights the fire in our fireplace and we snuggle in for a nice evening.
The pitcher poured the milk, and it fell into the cup. That was the only sound in the silence. It was awkward. Finally, one of us gave a small sound.
I always loved this word. It’s a great one. Not the other pore though, that makes me think of my acne, which I despise. I don’t care if it’s part of growing up, it blows. Go fuck yourself Pores!
I like pour though, like pouring someone a drink of water, that’s cool, I find that to be comforting, since water is nice, it’s very soothing to me.
fuck
pouring down over my head was the tsunami of contentment, of love, of total happiness. I’d never known this feeling before. It took me by surprise and I felt renewed in my life.
to empty a container of liquid into something.
I pour my heart out to you, just when i am in troubles, my heart spills like the lemonade spilling out of the water pitcher. i knew it then we were like water pouring out a water pitcher and blending together.
the water poured through my unclenched fist. It was disappearing fast and I couldn’t stop it. A panic over took me and I did what I thought I was supposed to, I let it all go…
the rain pours down, down down down, falling off the roof, off the car, dripping onto leaves and into rivers. animals ran for cover, people walked around with umbrellas….
The rain… Oh, how she loved the rain. She would sometimes just stand outside and let the droplets pour over her, washing away her bad feelings, allowing the good ones to come in.
Curling her lips into a small smile as she stood, arms extended, she hoped one day she could be in the rain with him as well.
i pour my heart to this guy and he didnt respect it :/ who needs men?!
The rain was pouring down as I walked home from school in my little high heeled mary janes. My clothes were dripping. My hair was soaked. A woman walked out of her house and stood behind her little white picket fence and asked if I was okay. I said I felt fantastic.
some tea especially green tea. and rain pours down outside from my window. how stupid ı am. pour me
rain, pour out your feelings, pouring pouring rain drops, pour out your soul to me, pour out the tea please, its raining its pouring the old man is snoring, pour.
Outside I woke up to the rain pouring, scattering its gray over the forest. Everything looks different this morning, maybe it’s because I need a new perspective, or maybe life just knows how to keep things beautiful.
It was raining. He could feel it, and it was real. As long as he believed it, it was real.
It stopped. The watering can ran out. He slapped his wet cheeks and laughed.
pour again? really? how often is the word going to be pour? it gets so dreadfully boring writing about the same thing time after time. by time after time, i really mean twice now. but twice? pour is so dull. how about fuck? or kill? or lie? come on one word, you can do better then this
the cup was empty, but that was okay. i needed an empty glass anyway. there are so many things you could put in it, and even if my glass wasn’t full, it had possibilities. that half empty glass was just even better if you had the option of pouring something into it. and that was just what i was planning to do.
I poured out all my troubles on my grandma. she always knows just what to say to make me feel better . I told everything. Even the part about the stolen bracelet
She poured out the embers on the floor
She left them there to die
They found her still there come the morn
Beneath the ash tree now
She lies
pour is like the opposite of poor. Pour has to do with having something worth pouring but the poor have nothing. Its also spelled with a “u” which is interesting but really pointless.
pour some sugar on me. is it perverted? like.. skeet all over me? or do you just want me sweet for you? just one of life’s little questions i suppose.
As I poured the sand back into the hole I’d dug, it occurred to me that doing so was in fact an act of archaeology in itself. I slowed the process, and watched the sand, seeing it as if in slow motion, and when it was done, I dug it out again and poured it
i pour my love out all over you….it comes from this deep well within me and for my whole life i have prayed to be a cup overflowing with love, so i have a lot to give…i pour it out on those i love, but also on those i do not even know…doing my best to whet their appetites and soothe their thirst for comfort, for bliss, for peace….
rain, daily in January…… makes the air cold… in Holland
refreshes the world in Dubai..
rain pours differently
it does
i want to pour down lie the rain. i want to pour into you, i think im falling fast. i get so insecure about all of this pretty much all of the time, and i hate it. why do i do this to myself? i should know better.
Pour your soul out. That’s right. In my small tin cup, empty of memories and the touch of a friend’s caress through my hair on a hot summer night. Pour your thought and memories to me and maybe, just maybe, for once in my life, I’ll be human.
The rain began to pour as Sheila drifted into another dream. This time her hands were tied and her mouth gagged. She couldn’t move. Something had seized her. She couldn’t scream. It was as though her whole body had become a shell.
Sometimes I have noticed that I am not too coordinated when I pour the orange juice in his little sippy cup but another thing I’ve noticed is that part of my maturation process has involved me being able to let go my small, insignificant flaws and instead focus on the things that are vital, and my positive points.
She poured the cup out into the bowl and began to stir the mixture. Using yogurt rather than milk made it thicker, but it also improved the healthiness of the dish. Pour it in the pan, now it’s ready to cook.
fill lui sad can’t do it not enough practice
“Be quiet,” she whispered as tomatoes poured from the sky.
Level 4 … MADE IT TO LEVEL 4 !!!
Pour me a cold one!
it’s pouring down. water. rain. i dont really know why. why? that’s a strange question, since there will never be a correct answer. there is no right or wrong, there is only perspective. and the rain is still falling down, no matter what, when it rains it pours.
poor pour poor pour poor pour water? people? pouring over everything, blankets, enveloping, wealth, sadness tears AIDS no water! we only need water no water just money money money money send us more money