poison oak. What a beautiful and destructive plant. How wonderful life is with this kind of almost criminal beauty. If I could be a plant with this power, I would take it without thought.
it was a long day in the summer when i first saw the oak tree in the garden i knew there was something about the owqak cos it loooked so old but it stood grand and tall
A large, and fruitful tree that usually grows primarily in the spring and summer. It smells delicious and reminds me of my childhood, the days when oaks were my pirate ship or hidden castle.
Acorns. Picking them up when i was a kid, pissing mum off when she had to clean the soil off my hands. But we would still take those pretty little things, though they dont look so little at that time and put them in a jar. <3
oak is a tree. It is a kind of a tree. Oak trees are very famous and strong. There are many oak trees in Nigerian forest. Oak trees are very much in demand for making furnitures
Oak
Towering mighty branches
with tiny babyy acorns waiting to be born
sprouting into bigger better things
leafy canopy stretching over head
mossy oaky scent and leaves with tiny pointy forked tips whispering towards the sky
as I look up from my hammock
and dream of toasting acorns
for
Oak tree. Oak trees are very strong and tall. The have many branches that filter out in all directions with many leaves on each branch. They add color and peace to our planet. Oak trees are very messy though because they drop a lot of leaves and acorns.
I have no idea how old you are – counting your aged rings does not suffice.
I know you’ll probably outlive me; that’s okay, for I do not wish to exist in a world without your firm strength, my long-torsoed divine.
i like oak trees. they smell good. it reminds me of oat. which in return reminds me of oatmeal. which reminds me of sundays wayy back when i was a kid. I used to have oatmeal for bfast on sundays.
My word is Oak. Oaks have this overpowering sense of age to me. A truly large, grand Oak tree is something to be admired and appreciated. I can’t explain it, they are just that.
Strong and sturdy
Like an oak
But vulnerable inside
Like a pearl in an oyster
You wait for your chance
To come out
To shine
But it never comes
You’re under the water
Waiting for someone to pick you up
But they never do
In solitude you rot
You die
The oak tree stood, lonely and wistful in the breeze. It waited for the robins with their beautiful gleaming feathers to settle near its roots. It wanted to provide acorns to all the world. The oak was a grand spectacle, indeed.
the oak tree was one of my favourite places to linger, beneath the branches I felt solace, I felt warmth and I felt protected. Not sure why, but I’d cling to that tree, return to it daily, and never want to leave.
oak trees and lots more oak trees…loves them…interesting simple oak trees…where in the world do they come from…i have no clue honestly…oak???? what are they used for …just like paper…almost everything,wow…
There once was a young oak maiden, her skin was like bark, and every time a ran my fingers through her hair, i would wind up with handfuls of leaves that I would not know what to do with. She was a tree, my tree baby.
Someone once asked me about my favorite place to be. Immediately i thought about that oak tree in the back of my old farm. Tall and strong, i always enjoyed sitting under it when i had to think about something tough. I was almost as conforting as the warm embrace of a grandparent when you are looking for good advice.
The sight and smell of oak is just one of the many signs that I’m back home in San Antonio, that and the sore throat. It’s funny how alergens act as reminders to my childhood now. I don’t remember being sick alot, but maybe it was just normal. Read more at http://onewordexperience.blogspot.com
i dont know what it means, maybe its some sound u make when something hurts maybe not, this is really strange oak what the fuck does oak mean oak oak oak i dont know I DONT KNOW NONONONONONONO ARRRRRRRRGGHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! fuck jesus christ im so horny let me fuck you so hard
The oak floor boards creaked under his weight as he came down the stairs. I pulled myself closer, cowering in the tiny bathroom. He knocked on the door gently and said my name. I lied, managed to choke out the words “I’m fine” while swallowing a sob.
I think of trees. a big forest providing shade. there are a lot of trees, with long branches stretching over a big lawn. a rabit runs by and sits under the tree
Oak is a type of tree. You can make many things out of it. If you want furniture, oak is an option. Many people prefer oak to other types of trees, like maple, because it looks nicer in their opinion.
It’s a tree and we went to an arboretum this weekend with friends. It was lovely. A wedding was taking place. Perfect day for an outside wedding. The couple looked happy. It was nice to see the love. Played odd music though, for a younger couple. Oh well.
Oak is a type of tree. I once sat under an oak tree and started thinking, thinking about life, about love and about the future. It gave me comfort, relaxation and everytime I hear the word I think about that moment.
I love oak trees and oak wood. I like how it looks and feels. My favorite bookcases are made from oak and something about that wood makes the cases seem substantial. I guess it reminds me of old furniture at my grandmother’s house.
Will everyone write about the mighty OAK? probably…now that I’m living in the southeast I love the splendor & beauty of the large live oak trees that highlight our landscape.
Oak tress are huge. They grow in forests. Forests can be big or small. Some people don’t see forests for the trees. Which brings me back to oaks. They’re big. Really big. Only sometimes though. Sometimes they’re small. Trees
I hate the oak tree at my hi school. Lay beneath it, that’s what poets say. Gaze skyward, maybe hold hands, steal a kiss or something. Well look earthward baby, cause it’s littered w/ gum wrappers, coffee stirers, hair ties and eewh, a used condom. Not to mention the obvious pee odor. I hate that tree. Freshman year I spent cleaning the earth around it. It’s friggin’ 200 years old & never complained. Sophmore year I complained 3x to the powers that be. On the 4th, I cut it down, cause we don’t deserve it anymore.
have you ever seen an oak tree before? i haven’t but its the ugliest word i have ever seen.
I dont know I wish I was dating the guy from bbnr, he’s really cute. i have a little fantasy that i will be his, and he wants me. and all the girls are jealous.
I really dont want to oaken go to work tomorrow. im not in the mood to see my work mate.
So, 2Oakdoor, was her password. Maybe it reminded her of a fortress, mused her husband, as he launched the invasion into her account. Her micro world was about to be re-scripted.
rubbing my hand against the bark, it bristles coarsely as the remnants of dust and dirt are shaken from its deep crevices
i move my eye as close as possible and get lost in the detail; it’s almost like looking at skin, so intricately defined yet immaculately small, all these strands, colours, lines, all seeming as deliberate as the stroke from an paint brush against a canvas.
it’s unbelievable how many things you miss when you only look at the big picture.
hello my name is mario and im from guatemala city,.. um… im at school this year i graduate and i think that my life its preetty awsoime … complicated but cool and well.. i live with my parents and live with my family
he was a strong man. even into his late seventies you could still make out he mass of muscle underneath each piece of clothing surrounding his body. Oddly his body never gave way to age. He stood tall like an oak.
poison oak. What a beautiful and destructive plant. How wonderful life is with this kind of almost criminal beauty. If I could be a plant with this power, I would take it without thought.
it was a long day in the summer when i first saw the oak tree in the garden i knew there was something about the owqak cos it loooked so old but it stood grand and tall
A large, and fruitful tree that usually grows primarily in the spring and summer. It smells delicious and reminds me of my childhood, the days when oaks were my pirate ship or hidden castle.
Acorns. Picking them up when i was a kid, pissing mum off when she had to clean the soil off my hands. But we would still take those pretty little things, though they dont look so little at that time and put them in a jar. <3
oak is a tree. It is a kind of a tree. Oak trees are very famous and strong. There are many oak trees in Nigerian forest. Oak trees are very much in demand for making furnitures
Oak
Towering mighty branches
with tiny babyy acorns waiting to be born
sprouting into bigger better things
leafy canopy stretching over head
mossy oaky scent and leaves with tiny pointy forked tips whispering towards the sky
as I look up from my hammock
and dream of toasting acorns
for
Oak tree. Oak trees are very strong and tall. The have many branches that filter out in all directions with many leaves on each branch. They add color and peace to our planet. Oak trees are very messy though because they drop a lot of leaves and acorns.
I have no idea how old you are – counting your aged rings does not suffice.
I know you’ll probably outlive me; that’s okay, for I do not wish to exist in a world without your firm strength, my long-torsoed divine.
i like oak trees. they smell good. it reminds me of oat. which in return reminds me of oatmeal. which reminds me of sundays wayy back when i was a kid. I used to have oatmeal for bfast on sundays.
My word is Oak. Oaks have this overpowering sense of age to me. A truly large, grand Oak tree is something to be admired and appreciated. I can’t explain it, they are just that.
Strong and sturdy
Like an oak
But vulnerable inside
Like a pearl in an oyster
You wait for your chance
To come out
To shine
But it never comes
You’re under the water
Waiting for someone to pick you up
But they never do
In solitude you rot
You die
The oak tree stood, lonely and wistful in the breeze. It waited for the robins with their beautiful gleaming feathers to settle near its roots. It wanted to provide acorns to all the world. The oak was a grand spectacle, indeed.
the oak tree was one of my favourite places to linger, beneath the branches I felt solace, I felt warmth and I felt protected. Not sure why, but I’d cling to that tree, return to it daily, and never want to leave.
oak trees and lots more oak trees…loves them…interesting simple oak trees…where in the world do they come from…i have no clue honestly…oak???? what are they used for …just like paper…almost everything,wow…
There once was a young oak maiden, her skin was like bark, and every time a ran my fingers through her hair, i would wind up with handfuls of leaves that I would not know what to do with. She was a tree, my tree baby.
Someone once asked me about my favorite place to be. Immediately i thought about that oak tree in the back of my old farm. Tall and strong, i always enjoyed sitting under it when i had to think about something tough. I was almost as conforting as the warm embrace of a grandparent when you are looking for good advice.
The sight and smell of oak is just one of the many signs that I’m back home in San Antonio, that and the sore throat. It’s funny how alergens act as reminders to my childhood now. I don’t remember being sick alot, but maybe it was just normal. Read more at http://onewordexperience.blogspot.com
i dont know what it means, maybe its some sound u make when something hurts maybe not, this is really strange oak what the fuck does oak mean oak oak oak i dont know I DONT KNOW NONONONONONONO ARRRRRRRRGGHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! fuck jesus christ im so horny let me fuck you so hard
The oak floor boards creaked under his weight as he came down the stairs. I pulled myself closer, cowering in the tiny bathroom. He knocked on the door gently and said my name. I lied, managed to choke out the words “I’m fine” while swallowing a sob.
I think of trees. a big forest providing shade. there are a lot of trees, with long branches stretching over a big lawn. a rabit runs by and sits under the tree
Oak is a type of tree. You can make many things out of it. If you want furniture, oak is an option. Many people prefer oak to other types of trees, like maple, because it looks nicer in their opinion.
religious study
It’s a tree and we went to an arboretum this weekend with friends. It was lovely. A wedding was taking place. Perfect day for an outside wedding. The couple looked happy. It was nice to see the love. Played odd music though, for a younger couple. Oh well.
The tree stood in place, silently giving for over thirty years. And now the top branches are starting to wither. My sadness is overwhelming.
sudhakaranreligious study
Oak is a type of tree. I once sat under an oak tree and started thinking, thinking about life, about love and about the future. It gave me comfort, relaxation and everytime I hear the word I think about that moment.
I love oak trees and oak wood. I like how it looks and feels. My favorite bookcases are made from oak and something about that wood makes the cases seem substantial. I guess it reminds me of old furniture at my grandmother’s house.
oak tree
boak
i hate oak
oat
oatmeal
\cereal
what the oak
coke
ok
look
shook
choke
broke
toak took
what the pork
waht is oaK
oak wood furniture. Collecting the stuff made around the turn of the century. Beautiful grains and color. Hard as stone.
Will everyone write about the mighty OAK? probably…now that I’m living in the southeast I love the splendor & beauty of the large live oak trees that highlight our landscape.
Oak tress are huge. They grow in forests. Forests can be big or small. Some people don’t see forests for the trees. Which brings me back to oaks. They’re big. Really big. Only sometimes though. Sometimes they’re small. Trees
I hate the oak tree at my hi school. Lay beneath it, that’s what poets say. Gaze skyward, maybe hold hands, steal a kiss or something. Well look earthward baby, cause it’s littered w/ gum wrappers, coffee stirers, hair ties and eewh, a used condom. Not to mention the obvious pee odor. I hate that tree. Freshman year I spent cleaning the earth around it. It’s friggin’ 200 years old & never complained. Sophmore year I complained 3x to the powers that be. On the 4th, I cut it down, cause we don’t deserve it anymore.
oaken caskets full of treasures of childhood memories, teenage love and crisis of the early 20’s are a must just as intuition and female gut.
oak
golf
have you ever seen an oak tree before? i haven’t but its the ugliest word i have ever seen.
I dont know I wish I was dating the guy from bbnr, he’s really cute. i have a little fantasy that i will be his, and he wants me. and all the girls are jealous.
I really dont want to oaken go to work tomorrow. im not in the mood to see my work mate.
So, 2Oakdoor, was her password. Maybe it reminded her of a fortress, mused her husband, as he launched the invasion into her account. Her micro world was about to be re-scripted.
rubbing my hand against the bark, it bristles coarsely as the remnants of dust and dirt are shaken from its deep crevices
i move my eye as close as possible and get lost in the detail; it’s almost like looking at skin, so intricately defined yet immaculately small, all these strands, colours, lines, all seeming as deliberate as the stroke from an paint brush against a canvas.
it’s unbelievable how many things you miss when you only look at the big picture.
We had tied the expected “yellow ribbon round the old oak tree”. Why yellow?
hello my name is mario and im from guatemala city,.. um… im at school this year i graduate and i think that my life its preetty awsoime … complicated but cool and well.. i live with my parents and live with my family
he was a strong man. even into his late seventies you could still make out he mass of muscle underneath each piece of clothing surrounding his body. Oddly his body never gave way to age. He stood tall like an oak.