The lion roars and the little giraffe comes up and says “What are you roaring about?” so the lion explains that he got a splinter in his paw and then the giraffe walks away uninterested.
Desiree Anderson
the roar of the ocean, of his voice. the way both flooded me, filled me with a sweet salty stinging, forcing itself into my eyes and out of it. I couldn’t hear his words, couldn’t see the waves, but the force bowled me over like a hurricane and reduced me to a simple grain of sand.
jabberwock
this is what a lion does. it is very loud and intimidating. you can say it with a lot of emphasis or very timidly. once i was supposed this loud noise with this word, but it came out like this little baby lion. simba is a baby lion that makes a small roar
nichole
The sound shakes my bones, a felling before a sound, and I see myself falling in space. We should be together, I think, but it isn’t the right time for that. What a fitting sound, what a lovely, daring sound to hear in those last moments before infinity.
Hope
I just want to scream at you when you do stupid things, this is making me think of lions but I just have this undercurrent of rage at you distracting me from really thinking what I’m righting so not sure what this exercise will accomplish other than laying out on the line the many flavours of rage I am experiencing right now. But yes. Screaming. At you about how stupid you are. It’s so irritating AGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH it kills me.
km
He is lying face down in the snow, unmoving. His red scarf is lying right next to him – but, no; scarves do not blossom and spread like that. The snow is slowly turning crimson from a gash in his chest.
“Leave him!” someone shouts behind me over the roar of the bitter wind.
But I can’t just move on without him – it’s my fault he’s here in the first place.
The lions scream the strong call
Of Power they wish to convey
Unlike another cat, they live to scream
Power is their goal in this world
Ivory
The lions scream the strong call
Of Power they wish to convey
Unlike another cat, the life to scream
Power is their goal in this world
Ivory
With an exaggerated roar of enthusiasm, Brian leaped from the rooftop. Carrie braced herself for an impending crack of broken bones, but that never came. Instead, she watched Brian roll gracefully over the ground and come to a dramatic kneeling pose.
Cole
I roar
a pain inside of which has no name
an ocean of deep waves
Screaming and chanting to know their freedoms
So I roar
With a loud roar, the lion pounced at the bars where Bobby stood, wide-eyed, the ice cream dripping in brown ribbons down the sleeve of his striped shirt. The boy did not flinch or scream, instead staring down the aggressive feline with a mixed sense of calm and awe.
“Bobby!” I heard my husband shout. “Step back!”
The lion tried to stick its paw through its cage to swipe at our son, but he still did not move. Instead, he placed his palm on the big cat’s furry pad.
Belinda Roddie
I wish I knew how to roar. I literally don’t though. Roaring is so awkward?? Sucks because I work at a pre-school where half the books have the word “roar” in them and I have to ROAARRR like whatever animal is roaring but I can’t. Every time I roar I just sound awkward.
ana
The beating in her heart
Waiting for the rain to slow
But all she could hear was the roar of the night
Slowly fading into the blizzard, letting the skies disguise her
She knew she had no other way out, so she let it take her in.
a midsummer night dream
sweating in the sheets
the lions roar rings in your ears
wake up ignited in the darkest night
falling a million stories
Maya
Plenty of things roar
The sea does
Lions too
But not me
I whisper
There’s enough roaring in the world
Someone Somebody
The roar of the breakers on the rocks below was exhilarating. The power in the waves was clear and I stood there transfixed as the sun set over the ocean.
Katherine
It took me a while to realize what that exact sound was, then it hit me, a roar of a police car. Taken aback, I ran upstairs, and there she was, dead. She must have done it then called. I sunk down, crying slowly as the cops arrived.
Gillian
If you only listen to her words, you won’t hear her chest’s roar
listen to my soal and how it roars> how i pray screaming redefining the meaning of believing in one-self listen to the tiger listen to the lion listen to the millions of people that conform the youth ROAR SO THEY CAN HEAR US WE ARE LIONS ROAR
The roar of the engine drowned out her last words. “Will you ever come back?” she asked, but he thought she screamed “Never come back!”
tonykeyesjapan
roar is urm a noise that lions make.
rawr means I love you in obnoxious teenage girl.
I don’t really have a lot of thoughts on the word roar. There aren’t really all that many lions in England, apart from the royal insignia, which I always thoughts was odd – why choose an animal that we don’t have here and an animal that doesn’t exist for an emblem of our country?
The loud rawer echoed through the cave, a young man jumping back in fright as he came face to face with a dragon, it’s teeth bared at him ferociously.
Lauren
when you roar it’s like a lion. when you roar you have cliches. lions. cliches. sound. think. frames. friends. roar. wind. rush. everything comes closer. everybody in time with the. roar. wind. rush. cliche. extra. time moves in the way of elements.
Harley
a roar is a lyon. a lion is only as good as his roar. his roar is worse than his bite. you must fear the lion. when you hear the roar, the childdren tremble with fear, the grown men stand, listening.
Angellica Heidenfeld
angry at her at
me i roar i roar i roar
why not fair life is a tapestry that i have not yet learnt to weave
now spent like a child’s pop gun
is there any use
in trying to shoot again?
The roar of the wind unsettled her. The cold that had been creeping up over the course of the night was suddenly upon her, terrifying, invigorating… and freezing. Gasping at the sensation of frozen rain pelting her bare skin, vanessa pulled herself further into her blanket, and prayed that someone would find her soon.
Joy
I heard the door while it started roaring. I wasn’t afraid, but I had to check slowly who was showing up.
Fabio
ROAR! I am fierce. You can’t stop me, you can not do what it is I do. You might do it better, however, this is my opportunity to roar as loud as I want to express how much of a lioness I am. Call me egotistic all you want, at the end of the day, I’m still not here to impress you. If you knew me, you’d know I’m not going after the paper just for me, I am not trying to stand on my own two feet for just me. Maybe I don’t want someone to support my weight anymore, this load gets heavy, I want them to not have to carry it anymore, but instead carry their own.
Her love for her child was gone. No, better yet, it wasn’t there. The moment her womb was emptied so did her affection follow.
Until.
That cry.
She roared.
k_marli
Okay that makes me think of a lion. It’s a very red word! All the letters are different shades of red. I like this word.
E
To sit down alone at a football game. The feel of excitement, disappointment, fervor, fear. Exhiliration. It’s so very… connected, to feel the emotions of so many people wash over one.
daviejones
“Roar!”, he screamed. “Roar!” But I could not. I could not roar.
Keith
theres a fire inside. it roars and flicks and licks at my insides. this fire hurts. it hurts.
lions tigers and bears. oh my! loyola marymount university. real roar dog food. roar bong. zaneta waznesik. raena. noelle. krista. liberty. rawr. how a dinosaur says i love you. sent that to mom. rooooooaaarrr
lauren
Roar.
“I hate you”. I stared into the Swiss Alps, regretting every word I had said.
I shock the tears off my face and climbed. And climbed. Climbed for my sanity. For the life I had ruined.
Roar.
Off-on. Her favorite thing to say, “Roar.”
I regretted everything that led to her death, but the least I could do, I thought, was accomplish her dream in her place. So I climbed.
sneaking off on a sunny saturday afternoon to watch the circus. wandering around the grounds staring at the sandy lions in their silver and red and blue cages, everything brighter and more vivid than seems natural. maybe it’s all blurred at the edges, like a dream. you aren’t scared, but exhilarated with fresh air and happy happy happy.
Clare
The lion roared and paced in its cage, taking steps full of catty grace and fury. Its mane bristled–was that terror, or anger, or both?–and its hackles stood on end. The ringmaster, smiling beatifically, gestured.
“Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you…”
The lion-tamer stepped forward. He was a solemn man with dark skin. When he opened his mouth you could see that he had very white teeth–too white. His hair was cropped and short and there was a scar on his cheek, as though someone had slapped a white cross there.
I am loud when I hear my voice screaming, but in class I realize the voice rings only in my own ears.
Everything in our world is yours to take, while I am left so silent. My voice is almost stuck inside my throat, the words I wish to form catching on my tongue like fingers on tape.
He roared at her. Once again, she hadn’t been listening, and he couldn’t contain it any longer. He was frustrated, and his job hed kept him late again. Life was hard, between the bills, the family, and his dad’s recent death, Charles had a rough life.
The lion roars and the little giraffe comes up and says “What are you roaring about?” so the lion explains that he got a splinter in his paw and then the giraffe walks away uninterested.
the roar of the ocean, of his voice. the way both flooded me, filled me with a sweet salty stinging, forcing itself into my eyes and out of it. I couldn’t hear his words, couldn’t see the waves, but the force bowled me over like a hurricane and reduced me to a simple grain of sand.
this is what a lion does. it is very loud and intimidating. you can say it with a lot of emphasis or very timidly. once i was supposed this loud noise with this word, but it came out like this little baby lion. simba is a baby lion that makes a small roar
The sound shakes my bones, a felling before a sound, and I see myself falling in space. We should be together, I think, but it isn’t the right time for that. What a fitting sound, what a lovely, daring sound to hear in those last moments before infinity.
I just want to scream at you when you do stupid things, this is making me think of lions but I just have this undercurrent of rage at you distracting me from really thinking what I’m righting so not sure what this exercise will accomplish other than laying out on the line the many flavours of rage I am experiencing right now. But yes. Screaming. At you about how stupid you are. It’s so irritating AGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH it kills me.
He is lying face down in the snow, unmoving. His red scarf is lying right next to him – but, no; scarves do not blossom and spread like that. The snow is slowly turning crimson from a gash in his chest.
“Leave him!” someone shouts behind me over the roar of the bitter wind.
But I can’t just move on without him – it’s my fault he’s here in the first place.
The lions scream the strong call
Of Power they wish to convey
Unlike another cat, they live to scream
Power is their goal in this world
The lions scream the strong call
Of Power they wish to convey
Unlike another cat, the life to scream
Power is their goal in this world
With an exaggerated roar of enthusiasm, Brian leaped from the rooftop. Carrie braced herself for an impending crack of broken bones, but that never came. Instead, she watched Brian roll gracefully over the ground and come to a dramatic kneeling pose.
I roar
a pain inside of which has no name
an ocean of deep waves
Screaming and chanting to know their freedoms
So I roar
With a loud roar, the lion pounced at the bars where Bobby stood, wide-eyed, the ice cream dripping in brown ribbons down the sleeve of his striped shirt. The boy did not flinch or scream, instead staring down the aggressive feline with a mixed sense of calm and awe.
“Bobby!” I heard my husband shout. “Step back!”
The lion tried to stick its paw through its cage to swipe at our son, but he still did not move. Instead, he placed his palm on the big cat’s furry pad.
I wish I knew how to roar. I literally don’t though. Roaring is so awkward?? Sucks because I work at a pre-school where half the books have the word “roar” in them and I have to ROAARRR like whatever animal is roaring but I can’t. Every time I roar I just sound awkward.
The beating in her heart
Waiting for the rain to slow
But all she could hear was the roar of the night
Slowly fading into the blizzard, letting the skies disguise her
She knew she had no other way out, so she let it take her in.
a midsummer night dream
sweating in the sheets
the lions roar rings in your ears
wake up ignited in the darkest night
falling a million stories
Plenty of things roar
The sea does
Lions too
But not me
I whisper
There’s enough roaring in the world
The roar of the breakers on the rocks below was exhilarating. The power in the waves was clear and I stood there transfixed as the sun set over the ocean.
It took me a while to realize what that exact sound was, then it hit me, a roar of a police car. Taken aback, I ran upstairs, and there she was, dead. She must have done it then called. I sunk down, crying slowly as the cops arrived.
If you only listen to her words, you won’t hear her chest’s roar
listen to my soal and how it roars> how i pray screaming redefining the meaning of believing in one-self listen to the tiger listen to the lion listen to the millions of people that conform the youth ROAR SO THEY CAN HEAR US WE ARE LIONS ROAR
The roar of the engine drowned out her last words. “Will you ever come back?” she asked, but he thought she screamed “Never come back!”
roar is urm a noise that lions make.
rawr means I love you in obnoxious teenage girl.
I don’t really have a lot of thoughts on the word roar. There aren’t really all that many lions in England, apart from the royal insignia, which I always thoughts was odd – why choose an animal that we don’t have here and an animal that doesn’t exist for an emblem of our country?
The loud rawer echoed through the cave, a young man jumping back in fright as he came face to face with a dragon, it’s teeth bared at him ferociously.
when you roar it’s like a lion. when you roar you have cliches. lions. cliches. sound. think. frames. friends. roar. wind. rush. everything comes closer. everybody in time with the. roar. wind. rush. cliche. extra. time moves in the way of elements.
a roar is a lyon. a lion is only as good as his roar. his roar is worse than his bite. you must fear the lion. when you hear the roar, the childdren tremble with fear, the grown men stand, listening.
angry at her at
me i roar i roar i roar
why not fair life is a tapestry that i have not yet learnt to weave
now spent like a child’s pop gun
is there any use
in trying to shoot again?
The roar of the wind unsettled her. The cold that had been creeping up over the course of the night was suddenly upon her, terrifying, invigorating… and freezing. Gasping at the sensation of frozen rain pelting her bare skin, vanessa pulled herself further into her blanket, and prayed that someone would find her soon.
I heard the door while it started roaring. I wasn’t afraid, but I had to check slowly who was showing up.
ROAR! I am fierce. You can’t stop me, you can not do what it is I do. You might do it better, however, this is my opportunity to roar as loud as I want to express how much of a lioness I am. Call me egotistic all you want, at the end of the day, I’m still not here to impress you. If you knew me, you’d know I’m not going after the paper just for me, I am not trying to stand on my own two feet for just me. Maybe I don’t want someone to support my weight anymore, this load gets heavy, I want them to not have to carry it anymore, but instead carry their own.
Her love for her child was gone. No, better yet, it wasn’t there. The moment her womb was emptied so did her affection follow.
Until.
That cry.
She roared.
Okay that makes me think of a lion. It’s a very red word! All the letters are different shades of red. I like this word.
To sit down alone at a football game. The feel of excitement, disappointment, fervor, fear. Exhiliration. It’s so very… connected, to feel the emotions of so many people wash over one.
“Roar!”, he screamed. “Roar!” But I could not. I could not roar.
theres a fire inside. it roars and flicks and licks at my insides. this fire hurts. it hurts.
lions tigers and bears. oh my! loyola marymount university. real roar dog food. roar bong. zaneta waznesik. raena. noelle. krista. liberty. rawr. how a dinosaur says i love you. sent that to mom. rooooooaaarrr
Roar.
“I hate you”. I stared into the Swiss Alps, regretting every word I had said.
I shock the tears off my face and climbed. And climbed. Climbed for my sanity. For the life I had ruined.
Roar.
Off-on. Her favorite thing to say, “Roar.”
I regretted everything that led to her death, but the least I could do, I thought, was accomplish her dream in her place. So I climbed.
sneaking off on a sunny saturday afternoon to watch the circus. wandering around the grounds staring at the sandy lions in their silver and red and blue cages, everything brighter and more vivid than seems natural. maybe it’s all blurred at the edges, like a dream. you aren’t scared, but exhilarated with fresh air and happy happy happy.
The lion roared and paced in its cage, taking steps full of catty grace and fury. Its mane bristled–was that terror, or anger, or both?–and its hackles stood on end. The ringmaster, smiling beatifically, gestured.
“Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you…”
The lion-tamer stepped forward. He was a solemn man with dark skin. When he opened his mouth you could see that he had very white teeth–too white. His hair was cropped and short and there was a scar on his cheek, as though someone had slapped a white cross there.
I could practically hear myself roar after I saw him from the distance… well, at least I did mentally. He was a portrait of perfection in blue.
I am loud when I hear my voice screaming, but in class I realize the voice rings only in my own ears.
Everything in our world is yours to take, while I am left so silent. My voice is almost stuck inside my throat, the words I wish to form catching on my tongue like fingers on tape.
He roared at her. Once again, she hadn’t been listening, and he couldn’t contain it any longer. He was frustrated, and his job hed kept him late again. Life was hard, between the bills, the family, and his dad’s recent death, Charles had a rough life.