Quotes about roar, page 11
From The Banks Of Ganga: VII
Dabbing her perfume
On the hills that held her
Protecting her in their
Brawny arms…
A little away
She flows placid
After the roar and force
My own roar and force
Underplaying hers...
poem by Indira Babbellapati
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Homomatopoia
Hiss,
Grunt,
roar
Gibber
growl
screech
Humm
drone
buzz
chirp
whistle
tweet
boom
yelp
cry
Bell
bark
squawk
woof
howl
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poem by Jerome Moore
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Justice Roars
The hound of the Scales,
Lyes awake, never sleeping.
His howl it echoes,
He's creeping, he's creeping.
Each fangs of the sword,
Snarling viciously, Eternally.
His internal fire always rages,
A view infernally, a view infernally.
The roar of Justice,
Now ceasing, now ceasing.
Waiting to roar again,
He lay in pieces, in pieces.
poem by Satan's Sibling
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A Lion’s Roar (Fun Poem 36)
They say a lion’s roar
can be heard five miles away.
Therefore, if you wake up one night,
and you hear a lion’s roar,
which is completely different
from the old man’s snore.
Don’t panic, the lion could be,
at least five miles away.
Then on the other hand,
maybe you should panic,
the lion could actually be
only five minutes away.
13 August 2007
poem by David Harris
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My Breath
the winds breathe
with a sweep
the ocean and coulds breathe
with a roar
then breathes the rain
with a tip-tap
the fire breathes
crackling silence
the space breathes
with an echo
the sweep
the roar
the tip-tap
the fumes
the space
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poem by Indira Babbellapati
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Ad Sylonem. Ep. 104.
AD SYLONEM. EP. 104.
Aut sodes mihi redde decem sestertia, Sylo,
Deindo esto quam vis saevus et indomitus;
Aut si te nummi delectant, desine, quaeso,
Leno esse, atque idem saevus et indomitus.
ENGLISHED.
Sylo, pray pay me my ten sesterces,
Then rant and roar as much as you shall please;
Or if that mony takes [you,] pray, give ore
To be a pimp, or else to rant and roar.
poem by Richard Lovelace
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After Reading "Antony And Cleopatra"
AS when the hunt by holt and field
Drives on with horn and strife,
Hunger of hopeless things pursues
Our spirits throughout life.
The sea's roar fills us aching full
Of objectless desire -
The sea's roar, and the white moon-shine,
And the reddening of the fire.
Who talks to me of reason now?
It would be more delight
To have died in Cleopatra's arms
Than be alive to-night.
poem by Robert Louis Stevenson
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Laughter Holding Both His Sides
Ay, thou varlet! Laugh away!
All the world's a holiday!
Laugh away, and roar and shout
Till thy hoarse tongue lolleth out!
Bloat thy cheeks, and bulge thine eyes
Unto bursting; pelt thy thighs
With thy swollen palms, and roar
As thou never hast before!
Lustier! Wilt thou! Peal on peal!
Stiflest? Squat and grind thy heel--
Wrestle with thy loins, and then
Wheeze thee whiles, and whoop again!
poem by James Whitcomb Riley
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Trouble In Store (Nonsense Poem)
If the worm turns
with a tiger’s growl
and a lion’s roar,
you know there is
trouble in store.
The muscle man on the beach
will lose out to
the weakling
who is standing over there.
The world goes topsy-turvy
opposites begin to attract
and no one will know
who they really are.
If the worm turns
with a tiger’s growl
and a lion’s roar,
you know there is
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poem by David Harris
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Spanish Song
Nay, Inez, no more persuade;
Those are sounds that to glory should move:
Ah! ne'er for a warrior made
Were the garlands thy fondness wove.
Wake!—arouse! 'tis the battle's roar;
'Tis its light'ning afar I see!
I return with life no more,
Or, my country, thou shalt be free!
Yet, Inez, in other lands,
When around war's banners shall stream;
When rush forth our conquering bands
All radiant with bravery's beam:
Yes—then, midst the battle's roar,
I can still spare one thought for thee;
But we meet again no more,
Till, my country, thou shalt be free!
poem by Louisa Stuart Costello
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