Roar roar roar the lion roared.
Why don’t the other lions roar?
I’m roaring here on my own.
Roaring.
R-O-A-R
Do lions actually roar?
Joy S.
Could anyone hear her? Amongst all the chatter and useless banter. Struggling, in vain, to be heard, to be listened to. But there is a difference between a scream and a roar.
Ammanda
art
life
friend
hope
help
stress
faith
loyal
truth
fill
sense
flow
colors
variety
let see what happens now
is this the right thing to do
hope for the best
i feel pain
anamfraz
i watched as the lion roared
a simple, loud, beautiful noise
it filled a room, like an elephant.
just a roar, a lion’s roar
people roar too, in different ways
they roar and roar
and wish someone would love them
Tyra
I’m roaring with happiness right now. Or soaring with happiness. I don’t know, but I wish I could be on top of a canyon singing and dancing my heart out, without having anyone judge me for either lack of my skills.
I’d like to toss my mane backwards and just roar and sing and thank god for everything that I have and then just rest.
I want to live in the wild. I don’t like being enclosed in a bedroom.
Aya Zain
I already roared that was yesterday’s roar so a duplicate roar I don’t know is more likely to trail into a whisper I thought each day brought a new word/not forever roar but maybe I just hit the timezone imperfectly, I whispered. Roar.
rebecca
I can hear the roar and the sound of a battle fading. The ones who thought they were able to save themselves is now forgotten
A roar is a powerful thing: it is the call of the most powerful killer in the animal kingdom, it expresses anger and dominance.
Spencer
This is – truly – a giant’s sound. A fierce and bewildering noise, startling everyone within reach. How ’bout you?
Nele
God, I want to roar, to pound these fucking laws like a drum. I want to set things on fire. Flames are beautiful. Let them lick my legs and drag me down into their glorious war, let me become flame, let us burn the world as we see fit, eat, drink and be merry on the crackling white-bones of skeleton people with dim aspirations and stagnant hearts. Fuck this shit.
the Noise exploded from the room like a lion pouncing on its pray. The men came running our with smoke billowing from behind. The fire roared from behind them threatening to engulf them all.
kendra
There are many things in life that have a roar. The roar of a might lion king in the depths of Africa. The roar of thunder in the night sky. The roar of a train passing by as it rushes to its destination.
Catelyn
The first thing he heard was a tremendous roar coming from that haunted place. Never before did he feel so deserted and alone. Never before has he heard that horrendous chant full of morbid howls and shimmering voices.
Eluveit
The roaring of the people. Simply deafening. Forever I am surrounded by people. People yelling and screaming profanity, heresy, and disloyalty.
Lavender Lad
hear me roar
my fierceness
is feeble
and i wish i could claw your face from your bones because
it looks hideous the way it is now
hear me roar as i ferociously plan my attack
that will never
ever
happen
because
i think i love you
harriet
The sound was defending, the feeling of rage was flooding his body like somewhere a dam had bust. The vibrations travelled the length of his being and with each new wave multiplied in strength and ferocity. How did it happen? Why had it come to this? The sound had no answers, just more questions.
Liam
You expect me to come running
You merely demand with my name
You treat me like shart
And think i will look the other way
But this time I won’t be listening
You have pushed me too far
You should dig the crap out of your ears
It’s time to listen to me roar!
Roar roar roar the lion roared.
Why don’t the other lions roar?
I’m roaring here on my own.
Roaring.
R-O-A-R
Do lions actually roar?
Could anyone hear her? Amongst all the chatter and useless banter. Struggling, in vain, to be heard, to be listened to. But there is a difference between a scream and a roar.
art
life
friend
hope
help
stress
faith
loyal
truth
fill
sense
flow
colors
variety
let see what happens now
is this the right thing to do
hope for the best
i feel pain
i watched as the lion roared
a simple, loud, beautiful noise
it filled a room, like an elephant.
just a roar, a lion’s roar
people roar too, in different ways
they roar and roar
and wish someone would love them
I’m roaring with happiness right now. Or soaring with happiness. I don’t know, but I wish I could be on top of a canyon singing and dancing my heart out, without having anyone judge me for either lack of my skills.
I’d like to toss my mane backwards and just roar and sing and thank god for everything that I have and then just rest.
I want to live in the wild. I don’t like being enclosed in a bedroom.
I already roared that was yesterday’s roar so a duplicate roar I don’t know is more likely to trail into a whisper I thought each day brought a new word/not forever roar but maybe I just hit the timezone imperfectly, I whispered. Roar.
I can hear the roar and the sound of a battle fading. The ones who thought they were able to save themselves is now forgotten
A roar is a powerful thing: it is the call of the most powerful killer in the animal kingdom, it expresses anger and dominance.
This is – truly – a giant’s sound. A fierce and bewildering noise, startling everyone within reach. How ’bout you?
God, I want to roar, to pound these fucking laws like a drum. I want to set things on fire. Flames are beautiful. Let them lick my legs and drag me down into their glorious war, let me become flame, let us burn the world as we see fit, eat, drink and be merry on the crackling white-bones of skeleton people with dim aspirations and stagnant hearts. Fuck this shit.
the Noise exploded from the room like a lion pouncing on its pray. The men came running our with smoke billowing from behind. The fire roared from behind them threatening to engulf them all.
There are many things in life that have a roar. The roar of a might lion king in the depths of Africa. The roar of thunder in the night sky. The roar of a train passing by as it rushes to its destination.
The first thing he heard was a tremendous roar coming from that haunted place. Never before did he feel so deserted and alone. Never before has he heard that horrendous chant full of morbid howls and shimmering voices.
The roaring of the people. Simply deafening. Forever I am surrounded by people. People yelling and screaming profanity, heresy, and disloyalty.
hear me roar
my fierceness
is feeble
and i wish i could claw your face from your bones because
it looks hideous the way it is now
hear me roar as i ferociously plan my attack
that will never
ever
happen
because
i think i love you
The sound was defending, the feeling of rage was flooding his body like somewhere a dam had bust. The vibrations travelled the length of his being and with each new wave multiplied in strength and ferocity. How did it happen? Why had it come to this? The sound had no answers, just more questions.
You expect me to come running
You merely demand with my name
You treat me like shart
And think i will look the other way
But this time I won’t be listening
You have pushed me too far
You should dig the crap out of your ears
It’s time to listen to me roar!