The ocean roared in my ears, reminding me of home, and of how far I’ve come from it. It egged me on, daring me to go even further. Maybe I’d listen to it. Or maybe I’d just jump in.
Catherine
Roar roar roar your song,
But be sure to breathe!
Boldly boldly boldy go ..
YouAnd you will succeed!
ariel4thou
The ocean was calm
And the wind did not blow
The flowers stopped blossoming
The moon forgot to glow
and everything was quiet
and silent as can be
“Roar!” my cat seems to yell at me. a mere, little “roar” from a little baby kitty. she seems so fearless, so tough, when in reality, she’s all fur, and that little “roar” is all she can do to seem powerful and fierce. although, she does have a tough bite on the ankles.
roarin’s for lions
no girl has ever done more
better than an orange mane
cat hair galore
find a new hobby
for yo baby times
and fun craze
Paige
Raaawr, rawwr, like a dungeon dragon.
Stacey Soto
The lion’s roar rang deeply throughout the Sahara. The animals that were in ear shot were shaken to the bone as the deafening sound shivered through their bones.
Trevor Elder
Banging, shaking, yelling, screaming. My mind is fighting an on going battle that I don’t know how to end. I don’t know how it will end. Banging. Shaking. Yelling. Screaming.
Eden
elephant’s roar. Louder than a lion. I am woman hear me roar. People should roar more in life, I feel like it is taken for granted. roar. Liz used to say roar a lot.
Jeff Lloyd
lound strong independent. this makes me think of someone who will be able to protect me and keep me safe. who will scare off bad people but be able to hold me softly
amanda
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translucentraspberry
Roar
She came in like a lion. Long wild hair everywhere, loud and outlandish. She was outspoken and shameless, so settled in her own skin. You couldn’t not see her, not hear her, not want a part of her to be inside of you. Vibrant and never ending. There were memories jam packed behind her eyes, things you knew that she was dying to forget. But she was stronger for them, better for them. She grew from every tragedy. If you were lucky she might whisper them to you alone in the safety of darkness, but in the light of day she would never show weakness. No, she was all over the room, opinions, and laughter, hand motions and impressions, spinning like the Tasmanian Devil of Human Emotion. Everywhere, and spreading like wildfire. There was no stopping her, no controlling the wildcat inside of her. She came in like a lion. She roared and everyone listened.
She came in like a lion. Long wild hair everywhere, loud and outlandish. She was outspoken and shameless, so settled in her own skin. You couldn’t not see her, not hear her, not want a part of her to be inside of you. Vibrant and never ending. There were memories jam packed behind her eyes, things you knew that she was dying to forget. But she was stronger for them, better for them. She grew from every tragedy. If you were like she might whisper them to you alone in the dark, late at night but in the light of day she would never show weaknes. No, she was all over the room, opinions, and laughter, hand motions and impressions, spinning like the Tasmanian Devil of Humanity. Everywhere, and spreading like wildfire. There was no stopping her, no controlling the wildcat inside of her. She came in like a lion. She roared and everyone listened.
Into the lion’s den and a tangled mess of golden fur. Everything is black but I think I’ve found you hiding behind them.
Marie
the infinite cacophony of sound that boisters out pride
we cry we scream
we realized our way was not our own
we roar like lions
we howl at the moon like wolves
in our despair
for our love
our way
was not our own
so we scream with all our might
the only thing left to us l
Jordan Rice
I don’t even understand these noises that follow me throughout the day. A dull roar, that’s all it is. Your voice alone cuts through the white noise and for that, I am grateful.
Hope
The lion roared at the mouse that snuck up and scared him while he tried to do the jump for the circus show. It tiptoed up and then squeaked right as he was about to do the pirouette jump through the hoop of fire that the circus leader had
Rachel Wendorph
roaring
ignoring
churning
burning
a urning
flourishing
nourishment for my soul
set me on fire world
Erica
Courage. What is it? Most don’t know, or maybe we just fear the fact that it is a strong and humble force raging just below the surface in all of us. Or maybe we are all just mistaken, unable to acknowledge what courage really looks like. For no, often it is not the force that stands nobly and roars loudly, but it is the quiet voice at the end of the day saying, I will try again tomorrow.
every loud noise with mighty please don’t forget me i try so hard for you to hear listen when i walk through your street i aim with wild my— my– my— where are you? where are you?? every that is not you shocks me numb
gia
there is an emptiness in my stomach except for the small thing living inside that craves food and let’s out a magnificent…
Jessica
a lion rears back it head and releases a deafening sound that instills fear among the rest of the animal kingdom. he is not to be messed with because he’s a fucking lion who roars and will most likely chew your face off
Jessica
The lion roared.
“Don’t be scared,” said my mother clutching my hand.
I put my hand over my ears. I was holding a lollypop so my hair got sticky.
I wish I could say I was the type of girl who roared, who went to the Gilman and partied all night, an urban fantasy kind of girl.
Rebecca
I sat up in bed with a jolt, heart pounding, sweat dipping. I had felt it rumble through me like storm raging, the vortex suddenly exploding from my mouth. For a moment I felt powerful, almost frighteningly so, now I felt relieved… I laid my head gently back down and let my eyelids tumble together sleepily as I dozed back into my dreams.
Lyrica
The rage echoed down the mountainside, punctuating the night with reverberating noise that shook the villagers in their beds. The dragon lashed out, tail whipping over Andraste’s head as she threw herself onto the dirt below the crest. She cursed under her breath, glancing up to see the crimson scales disappear over the ridge. She scrambled to her feet, as she knew the beast was only turning around and the head was much harder to deal with than its tail. “Stupid lizard,” She growled, ducking behind a large stone, the black fabric over her mouth scratching across her chapped lips. “You were supposed to be feeding…”
I just had this one so I am not even going to do anything. UGHDSKDF I am just done with tdfakl;. I want to go eat now. Too bad I will get fat. Stupid calories and mind and fat and body and everything. Stupid.
Kasey
The lion roared. When you think roar, you think lion. How many of you thought of thunder, or a bear, or a dragon? We think of lions… Why? One can never know.
Dylan
Without a doubt, the shear size of the lion, the shear magnitude at which is stood was far more baffling than anything I’d had ever seen. He trotted along with such might and fearlessness, yet we humans, the most powerful creatures on the face of the earth, cower in the shrubbery like frightened deer. His mighty, mighty roar.
Jordi Cahiz
When lions roar I get scared. Just the thought of them attacking me makes me keep my distance. Love them on pictures but in person I’m okay.
Taylor
I hear the roar of the crowd as they jump to their feet. I’m holding on, just one last bit. I’m done, inhale deeply and bask in the feeling of….knowing that people know. That I’ve let them in, the voice has let them into my heart.
the lion roars and the skies open
twenty thousand times over has my mind seen this sight
my favorite childhood film, i shiver with delight
elise
Lion noise, jungle sound and mad man in motion. A water fall of giant size, power unleashed and on the attack. aggression personified.
Leona Lapointe
The sea crashed heavily against the side of the boat. We rocked, boxes shifting, salt spraying at our eyes. The wind chilled our faces, soaked as they were.
They say the lion roars, but I think the lion screams. The pain is too much, so it screams as loud as possible and this is interpeted as a roar, a threat. But no, this roar is a kindred scream for help, for love, out of despair and eternal need for something deeper
Christa
Do you hear it?
It always leaves before it makes a sound
But it was powerful, and I don’t feel bad
Because It changed by thoughts
sometimes the best things leave too quickly
For us to hear
Ivory
We heard a great roar; the lions had escaped from their cages and were screaming at the sky . This was my earliest image of freedom. I was five years old.
Kiki Palmer
the scream, the noise of the
tiger
alone, trying to search for the mate
the loneliness is eating him, like how he consumes a gazelle in one bite
so ravenous
all he thinks about
all he roars about
is being
alone
Reeling in the roar of the raucous roads, she rumbled in her rage.
The ocean roared in my ears, reminding me of home, and of how far I’ve come from it. It egged me on, daring me to go even further. Maybe I’d listen to it. Or maybe I’d just jump in.
Roar roar roar your song,
But be sure to breathe!
Boldly boldly boldy go ..
YouAnd you will succeed!
The ocean was calm
And the wind did not blow
The flowers stopped blossoming
The moon forgot to glow
and everything was quiet
and silent as can be
*
The world was still
A love letter to Mr. Puzzle:
You make me
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Women’s rights
“Roar!” my cat seems to yell at me. a mere, little “roar” from a little baby kitty. she seems so fearless, so tough, when in reality, she’s all fur, and that little “roar” is all she can do to seem powerful and fierce. although, she does have a tough bite on the ankles.
roarin’s for lions
no girl has ever done more
better than an orange mane
cat hair galore
find a new hobby
for yo baby times
and fun craze
Raaawr, rawwr, like a dungeon dragon.
The lion’s roar rang deeply throughout the Sahara. The animals that were in ear shot were shaken to the bone as the deafening sound shivered through their bones.
Banging, shaking, yelling, screaming. My mind is fighting an on going battle that I don’t know how to end. I don’t know how it will end. Banging. Shaking. Yelling. Screaming.
elephant’s roar. Louder than a lion. I am woman hear me roar. People should roar more in life, I feel like it is taken for granted. roar. Liz used to say roar a lot.
lound strong independent. this makes me think of someone who will be able to protect me and keep me safe. who will scare off bad people but be able to hold me softly
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translucentraspberry
Roar
She came in like a lion. Long wild hair everywhere, loud and outlandish. She was outspoken and shameless, so settled in her own skin. You couldn’t not see her, not hear her, not want a part of her to be inside of you. Vibrant and never ending. There were memories jam packed behind her eyes, things you knew that she was dying to forget. But she was stronger for them, better for them. She grew from every tragedy. If you were lucky she might whisper them to you alone in the safety of darkness, but in the light of day she would never show weakness. No, she was all over the room, opinions, and laughter, hand motions and impressions, spinning like the Tasmanian Devil of Human Emotion. Everywhere, and spreading like wildfire. There was no stopping her, no controlling the wildcat inside of her. She came in like a lion. She roared and everyone listened.
She came in like a lion. Long wild hair everywhere, loud and outlandish. She was outspoken and shameless, so settled in her own skin. You couldn’t not see her, not hear her, not want a part of her to be inside of you. Vibrant and never ending. There were memories jam packed behind her eyes, things you knew that she was dying to forget. But she was stronger for them, better for them. She grew from every tragedy. If you were like she might whisper them to you alone in the dark, late at night but in the light of day she would never show weaknes. No, she was all over the room, opinions, and laughter, hand motions and impressions, spinning like the Tasmanian Devil of Humanity. Everywhere, and spreading like wildfire. There was no stopping her, no controlling the wildcat inside of her. She came in like a lion. She roared and everyone listened.
Into the lion’s den and a tangled mess of golden fur. Everything is black but I think I’ve found you hiding behind them.
the infinite cacophony of sound that boisters out pride
we cry we scream
we realized our way was not our own
we roar like lions
we howl at the moon like wolves
in our despair
for our love
our way
was not our own
so we scream with all our might
the only thing left to us l
I don’t even understand these noises that follow me throughout the day. A dull roar, that’s all it is. Your voice alone cuts through the white noise and for that, I am grateful.
The lion roared at the mouse that snuck up and scared him while he tried to do the jump for the circus show. It tiptoed up and then squeaked right as he was about to do the pirouette jump through the hoop of fire that the circus leader had
roaring
ignoring
churning
burning
a urning
flourishing
nourishment for my soul
set me on fire world
Courage. What is it? Most don’t know, or maybe we just fear the fact that it is a strong and humble force raging just below the surface in all of us. Or maybe we are all just mistaken, unable to acknowledge what courage really looks like. For no, often it is not the force that stands nobly and roars loudly, but it is the quiet voice at the end of the day saying, I will try again tomorrow.
The sound that lions supposedly make.
every loud noise with mighty please don’t forget me i try so hard for you to hear listen when i walk through your street i aim with wild my— my– my— where are you? where are you?? every that is not you shocks me numb
there is an emptiness in my stomach except for the small thing living inside that craves food and let’s out a magnificent…
a lion rears back it head and releases a deafening sound that instills fear among the rest of the animal kingdom. he is not to be messed with because he’s a fucking lion who roars and will most likely chew your face off
The lion roared.
“Don’t be scared,” said my mother clutching my hand.
I put my hand over my ears. I was holding a lollypop so my hair got sticky.
I wish I could say I was the type of girl who roared, who went to the Gilman and partied all night, an urban fantasy kind of girl.
I sat up in bed with a jolt, heart pounding, sweat dipping. I had felt it rumble through me like storm raging, the vortex suddenly exploding from my mouth. For a moment I felt powerful, almost frighteningly so, now I felt relieved… I laid my head gently back down and let my eyelids tumble together sleepily as I dozed back into my dreams.
The rage echoed down the mountainside, punctuating the night with reverberating noise that shook the villagers in their beds. The dragon lashed out, tail whipping over Andraste’s head as she threw herself onto the dirt below the crest. She cursed under her breath, glancing up to see the crimson scales disappear over the ridge. She scrambled to her feet, as she knew the beast was only turning around and the head was much harder to deal with than its tail. “Stupid lizard,” She growled, ducking behind a large stone, the black fabric over her mouth scratching across her chapped lips. “You were supposed to be feeding…”
I just had this one so I am not even going to do anything. UGHDSKDF I am just done with tdfakl;. I want to go eat now. Too bad I will get fat. Stupid calories and mind and fat and body and everything. Stupid.
The lion roared. When you think roar, you think lion. How many of you thought of thunder, or a bear, or a dragon? We think of lions… Why? One can never know.
Without a doubt, the shear size of the lion, the shear magnitude at which is stood was far more baffling than anything I’d had ever seen. He trotted along with such might and fearlessness, yet we humans, the most powerful creatures on the face of the earth, cower in the shrubbery like frightened deer. His mighty, mighty roar.
When lions roar I get scared. Just the thought of them attacking me makes me keep my distance. Love them on pictures but in person I’m okay.
I hear the roar of the crowd as they jump to their feet. I’m holding on, just one last bit. I’m done, inhale deeply and bask in the feeling of….knowing that people know. That I’ve let them in, the voice has let them into my heart.
the lion roars and the skies open
twenty thousand times over has my mind seen this sight
my favorite childhood film, i shiver with delight
Lion noise, jungle sound and mad man in motion. A water fall of giant size, power unleashed and on the attack. aggression personified.
The sea crashed heavily against the side of the boat. We rocked, boxes shifting, salt spraying at our eyes. The wind chilled our faces, soaked as they were.
They say the lion roars, but I think the lion screams. The pain is too much, so it screams as loud as possible and this is interpeted as a roar, a threat. But no, this roar is a kindred scream for help, for love, out of despair and eternal need for something deeper
Do you hear it?
It always leaves before it makes a sound
But it was powerful, and I don’t feel bad
Because It changed by thoughts
sometimes the best things leave too quickly
For us to hear
We heard a great roar; the lions had escaped from their cages and were screaming at the sky . This was my earliest image of freedom. I was five years old.
the scream, the noise of the
tiger
alone, trying to search for the mate
the loneliness is eating him, like how he consumes a gazelle in one bite
so ravenous
all he thinks about
all he roars about
is being
alone