Rooftops are the things that are top of houses. They can be made of tile or brick. There are usually chimneys on the rooftops. There are workers in that work on top
On the tops of the house with black shingles. When I was a child we would sit on top of them and watch the stars and my mom would hate it. I like the expression singing from the roofto0ps.
The rooftops are beautiful. They are located in Costa Rica and have that Spanish feel to them. They are scarlet red but have faded due to the sun exposure. The rooftops really stand out against the green canopy in the background
rooftops are things that are on top of roofs. They can have many different kinds. People like to get on top of roof tops to hang out in college. My dad refuses to get on the rook top o
Rooftops are located at the top of a house. It is protecting your house from getting damaged by different weather conditions. They can made made of different types of shaft material.
Rooftops can be on top of houses or other buildings. Rooftops can be made of metal, straw, or lots of other materials. Rooftops make sure that the elements of outside can not get in the house such as rain, sun, etc.
Rooftops are the part of the house that close the structure off from the elements. I think that they are the most important (other than the structure) because they keep you dry and hold in the cool or the warmth. Roofs have shingles.
rooftops are what keeps your house safe. This protects you and your family from the out doors. it is important that your rooftop is always free of any holes or anything like that.
There are many different types of rooftops. When you think of the typical house, I picture a red roof with a white picket fence. There are tin rooftops. There are also rooftops that led to leakage.
Rooftops are located on every house. If you live in the city sometimes houses even have rooftop decks where you can put a fire pit and entertain your friends.
The sky lighted, though the rooftops of the group of buildings in the temple, remained dark, outlined against the sky. As the dawn light started to touch the other structures around the temple, the monks started to wake up and walk around the grounds. The novices swept the yard, and the older monks congregated with their alms bowls.
Rooftops are on the tops of houses. There are many different types of rooftops. Some houses have tin rooftops. On tin rooftops, you can hear the rain falling, which can be soothing. Other rooftops have shingles, which I feel is the most popular type. These rooftops are found in many places in Georgia.
A whole new world. A world of exploration and wonder. Peeking over you realize that what you are looking for may be right in front of you. As you crane your neck forward, row upon row of identical rooftops pop into view and you come there every day from then…
He scampered quickly across the rooftops, barely letting the balls of his feet touch the tiles before they were off again. He recalled hearing, “Cat on a hit tin roof,” but he couldn’t remember what it related to. It didn’t matter. Escape was the only thing on his mind.
As I jump from house to house casing that dumb bird, I for a second felt like a bird. Now I know why birds fly I stop and jump to the ground to find a mouse. I return home to a nice bed though the food is still the same. I go and start scratching at the chair to get some attention but the just makes my owner mad. I don’t now why because that was an ugly chair and now it looks a lot better. After I go and take over the bed, scaring any other cat or dog from my bed. Then my owner comes and kicks me off and I go and steel the poodles bed. The poodle looks like biting me but I know that he will not because I always scratch him and he don’t like that. And that was a cats fabulous day.
The Rooftop of the Peabody Hotel in Memphis, TN. Captivating view of the MS River and downtown Memphis. You can smell the BBQ from the Rendezvous and the other restaurants down there. One of my favorite places in Memphis.
The city shown brightly in the distance. I hugged my sweater tighter to my body as I neared the edge. It was so lovely up here. It was so lovely it was hard to fathom alone. But that’s what I was. Alone. My arms ached. My periphery wanted another person, off to the side, not speaking, but also there experiencing the same thing I was, looking through the eyes of this moment to the beauty that lies beyond.
I danced along the rooftops, sprinkling fairy dust everywhere. Nightmares turned to pleasant dreams, and those who’d been lying awake now slept soundly.
She walked without making a sound. Her grey fur shining in the moonlight. The rooftops were her territory and she guarded them fiercely. Nobody could come close to her here. She was finally safe and in control.
Esos tejados hablaban más del tiempo que de los habitantes que decoraban las calles. Viniendo de un lugar de costa, sol y playa, me costó fijarme en ellos. Pero ella hizó clavar mi atención en sus tejas lisas y sus pronucniados ángulos. Acostumbraban a acariciar algo que yo jamás había visto: la nieve.
The wind moved across the rooftops sending clouds across the sky. Taking her thoughts as the rain swept across the land. Her soul an abyss as vast as the stars.
Terrible storm last night, thunder for hours, loud and menacing. Today, heavy rain all day. On my small lanai, I watched rain pouring in a steady stream from the rooftop to the ground. All afternoon I wondered if the roof would hold or would it start leaking. It’s an old building. I’m on the second (top) floor. The roof didn’t leak. The roof held. Much more reassuring than the tree which split in half at the front of my apartment, as I was coming out on the walkway. A vertical split with very rough edges and the tree fell all the way across the street into someone’s driveway. The noise was loud and menacing. Nature is terrific, in each sense of that word.
Dancing on the rooftops
Chimney sweeps chim chim cher-ee
Santa’s landing place
Children wait with glee
teenagers hiding place
to wish, to hope, to dream
launching pad for the despondent
final silent scream
Idiots everywhere shouting without care falling or jumping off rooftops
I can’t seem to make progress getting people to be not dumb
even with my second term as President of this Idiocracy.
Wish I could have found an actual time machine instead of that stupid ride.
-President Sure, Not
(Need Terry Crews back in a sequel to Idiocracy! Funny Film!)
As a little kid I was super smart
Strategic and not taking retarded risk
Except for a love of climbing obelisks
Where flow of blood and winds are brisk
Scampering along brick walls to rooftops
Dreaming to be giant tall, eating ice-pops
Enjoying the birds-eye view, seeing the sunset
Mocking Bird’s varied tune, a C3 Corvette
Now things aren’t as fun, I’m not as free
To try and grasp again such a moment
One filled with such wonder and peace.
Let me shout from the rooftops
Let me scream it all out
Hear my voice echo in the mountains
All my pain leaving my lungs
Travelling the world like how I want to do
Emptying my body
And helping me get over you
rooftops. rain drops. sitting under an awning, with you. just thinking. just talking. just laughing. just friends. just friends. just friends. the rooftop at night with the city glowing back in our faces, telling those thoughts that aren’t quite secrets but that you don’t normally share.
When you want to know what is going in your neighborhood, go to the rooftop. Magic happens up there. You can see what others are doing up on their rooftops. In fact, it can be interesting.
There weren’t many rooftops in this neighborhood. Most of them had disappeared when the men in suits came with their large bulldozers. Now, there were only a few of us left.
The tops of the houses are visible from the light pollution. From the side of a quiet mountain, where the chill has laid the noisest of insects to rest, I wonder how many people are being hid from my sight. Families eating late take-out dinners, eyes and ears dully locked to hallow laughter from a television set. A date night at home, two people sipping wine, a blanket to share and eyes locked on each other, no notice paid to any screens in the background. In another, perhaps a child cooks for themself, and no longer feels the process to be lonely. Or in the small house on the corner, with lights only on in two separate rooms, someone is making their bed on the couch, resigned that a touch shared after dark is no longer enough to save what the have, but is unwilling to step away. Cars weave between the buildings, running home, running away. Every life, every story, with equal weight. Equal to each other, equal to mine. They play out like songs in the evening, seeping through windows and trees.
The mountain is quiet, with only the faint sound of strings escaping through my lips.
i used to sit on rooftops with my friends. We would sneak up there and drink, smoke, laugh and cry. I grew up up there the the rooftop. My first kiss happened up there. We were sitting there watching the stars. And I still watch the stars. On that rooftop I tried to jump, to be with the stars. To me the rooftop was the closest thing to something more. up there I saw everything. all the lives below me, and all the lives gone above me. I still sit on rooftops. And i still watch the stars.
I think of Florence when I think of rooftops. Florence Italy. One of the prettiest, deepest, most beautiful places you will ever see. Go see it if you haven’t. Get yourself on a plane, even if you wind up owing a fortune on your credit card, and get there. There isn’t a street or a shop or a church you’ll regret seeing. You’ll walk into a great big church and see something that one of the world’s greatest artist made out of stone. You’ll hear the Italian language, a beautiful sound that makes you feel warm and wanted. And when you take a seat in any restaurant, you will want to eat even before you see the menu. The smells, what are they? Just great food that tastes the way it smells. The waiter will make you feel as though you’ve known him all your life and he’ll regret you’ve never been there before because it means you’ve missed so much. But no worries, you’re there now and you will not be disappointed. It is impossible to be disappointed in Florence. And make sure you stand in a place where you can see all the colors of all the rooftops in the city. That is the glory of the place. And when you’re leaving, don’t despair. I promise you, as you will promise yourself: You will go back.
thats where i found myself that day. standing on the edge of my roof, ready to end it all. i had been sad for so long and just one step could end the pain, my pain.
We flew over rooftops and found gold coins buried in the mouths of petrified gods. We sank into streams and grew music in fresh soil, listening to each growing stalk sing. We thought about invading Heaven and taking over the paradise, but we were too tired after such a long, fun day. We settled on drinking a bottle of wine each, while the trains rolled over our toes.
Rooftops are the things that are top of houses. They can be made of tile or brick. There are usually chimneys on the rooftops. There are workers in that work on top
On the tops of the house with black shingles. When I was a child we would sit on top of them and watch the stars and my mom would hate it. I like the expression singing from the roofto0ps.
sitting on the rooftops you can watch the beautiful sunsets and view the fluffy clouds. I have pictures of clouds and rooftops.
Roof tops are high above the ground.
The rooftops are beautiful. They are located in Costa Rica and have that Spanish feel to them. They are scarlet red but have faded due to the sun exposure. The rooftops really stand out against the green canopy in the background
rooftops are things that are on top of roofs. They can have many different kinds. People like to get on top of roof tops to hang out in college. My dad refuses to get on the rook top o
Rooftops are located at the top of a house. It is protecting your house from getting damaged by different weather conditions. They can made made of different types of shaft material.
Rooftops can be on top of houses or other buildings. Rooftops can be made of metal, straw, or lots of other materials. Rooftops make sure that the elements of outside can not get in the house such as rain, sun, etc.
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Rooftops are the part of the house that close the structure off from the elements. I think that they are the most important (other than the structure) because they keep you dry and hold in the cool or the warmth. Roofs have shingles.
rooftops are what keeps your house safe. This protects you and your family from the out doors. it is important that your rooftop is always free of any holes or anything like that.
There are many different types of rooftops. When you think of the typical house, I picture a red roof with a white picket fence. There are tin rooftops. There are also rooftops that led to leakage.
Rooftops are located on every house. If you live in the city sometimes houses even have rooftop decks where you can put a fire pit and entertain your friends.
The sky lighted, though the rooftops of the group of buildings in the temple, remained dark, outlined against the sky. As the dawn light started to touch the other structures around the temple, the monks started to wake up and walk around the grounds. The novices swept the yard, and the older monks congregated with their alms bowls.
Rooftops are on the tops of houses. There are many different types of rooftops. Some houses have tin rooftops. On tin rooftops, you can hear the rain falling, which can be soothing. Other rooftops have shingles, which I feel is the most popular type. These rooftops are found in many places in Georgia.
A whole new world. A world of exploration and wonder. Peeking over you realize that what you are looking for may be right in front of you. As you crane your neck forward, row upon row of identical rooftops pop into view and you come there every day from then…
a swan grazes the rooftop,
there he goes,
another chimney attached satlieete wire he furrows,
hes the swan of dandy origin,
the one whose beak gilds the crop fields,
kills all the crow heels,
and, from a distance,
opens orange peels!
He scampered quickly across the rooftops, barely letting the balls of his feet touch the tiles before they were off again. He recalled hearing, “Cat on a hit tin roof,” but he couldn’t remember what it related to. It didn’t matter. Escape was the only thing on his mind.
As I jump from house to house casing that dumb bird, I for a second felt like a bird. Now I know why birds fly I stop and jump to the ground to find a mouse. I return home to a nice bed though the food is still the same. I go and start scratching at the chair to get some attention but the just makes my owner mad. I don’t now why because that was an ugly chair and now it looks a lot better. After I go and take over the bed, scaring any other cat or dog from my bed. Then my owner comes and kicks me off and I go and steel the poodles bed. The poodle looks like biting me but I know that he will not because I always scratch him and he don’t like that. And that was a cats fabulous day.
The Rooftop of the Peabody Hotel in Memphis, TN. Captivating view of the MS River and downtown Memphis. You can smell the BBQ from the Rendezvous and the other restaurants down there. One of my favorite places in Memphis.
The city shown brightly in the distance. I hugged my sweater tighter to my body as I neared the edge. It was so lovely up here. It was so lovely it was hard to fathom alone. But that’s what I was. Alone. My arms ached. My periphery wanted another person, off to the side, not speaking, but also there experiencing the same thing I was, looking through the eyes of this moment to the beauty that lies beyond.
I danced along the rooftops, sprinkling fairy dust everywhere. Nightmares turned to pleasant dreams, and those who’d been lying awake now slept soundly.
She walked without making a sound. Her grey fur shining in the moonlight. The rooftops were her territory and she guarded them fiercely. Nobody could come close to her here. She was finally safe and in control.
Esos tejados hablaban más del tiempo que de los habitantes que decoraban las calles. Viniendo de un lugar de costa, sol y playa, me costó fijarme en ellos. Pero ella hizó clavar mi atención en sus tejas lisas y sus pronucniados ángulos. Acostumbraban a acariciar algo que yo jamás había visto: la nieve.
The wind moved across the rooftops sending clouds across the sky. Taking her thoughts as the rain swept across the land. Her soul an abyss as vast as the stars.
Terrible storm last night, thunder for hours, loud and menacing. Today, heavy rain all day. On my small lanai, I watched rain pouring in a steady stream from the rooftop to the ground. All afternoon I wondered if the roof would hold or would it start leaking. It’s an old building. I’m on the second (top) floor. The roof didn’t leak. The roof held. Much more reassuring than the tree which split in half at the front of my apartment, as I was coming out on the walkway. A vertical split with very rough edges and the tree fell all the way across the street into someone’s driveway. The noise was loud and menacing. Nature is terrific, in each sense of that word.
Dancing on the rooftops
Chimney sweeps chim chim cher-ee
Santa’s landing place
Children wait with glee
teenagers hiding place
to wish, to hope, to dream
launching pad for the despondent
final silent scream
Idiots everywhere shouting without care falling or jumping off rooftops
I can’t seem to make progress getting people to be not dumb
even with my second term as President of this Idiocracy.
Wish I could have found an actual time machine instead of that stupid ride.
-President Sure, Not
(Need Terry Crews back in a sequel to Idiocracy! Funny Film!)
As a little kid I was super smart
Strategic and not taking retarded risk
Except for a love of climbing obelisks
Where flow of blood and winds are brisk
Scampering along brick walls to rooftops
Dreaming to be giant tall, eating ice-pops
Enjoying the birds-eye view, seeing the sunset
Mocking Bird’s varied tune, a C3 Corvette
Now things aren’t as fun, I’m not as free
To try and grasp again such a moment
One filled with such wonder and peace.
Let me shout from the rooftops
Let me scream it all out
Hear my voice echo in the mountains
All my pain leaving my lungs
Travelling the world like how I want to do
Emptying my body
And helping me get over you
rooftops. rain drops. sitting under an awning, with you. just thinking. just talking. just laughing. just friends. just friends. just friends. the rooftop at night with the city glowing back in our faces, telling those thoughts that aren’t quite secrets but that you don’t normally share.
When you want to know what is going in your neighborhood, go to the rooftop. Magic happens up there. You can see what others are doing up on their rooftops. In fact, it can be interesting.
There weren’t many rooftops in this neighborhood. Most of them had disappeared when the men in suits came with their large bulldozers. Now, there were only a few of us left.
I love the look of snowy rooftops in the winter, the way the glistening blue-white crystals sparkle. Oh sunny February in Ohio!
The tops of the houses are visible from the light pollution. From the side of a quiet mountain, where the chill has laid the noisest of insects to rest, I wonder how many people are being hid from my sight. Families eating late take-out dinners, eyes and ears dully locked to hallow laughter from a television set. A date night at home, two people sipping wine, a blanket to share and eyes locked on each other, no notice paid to any screens in the background. In another, perhaps a child cooks for themself, and no longer feels the process to be lonely. Or in the small house on the corner, with lights only on in two separate rooms, someone is making their bed on the couch, resigned that a touch shared after dark is no longer enough to save what the have, but is unwilling to step away. Cars weave between the buildings, running home, running away. Every life, every story, with equal weight. Equal to each other, equal to mine. They play out like songs in the evening, seeping through windows and trees.
The mountain is quiet, with only the faint sound of strings escaping through my lips.
i used to sit on rooftops with my friends. We would sneak up there and drink, smoke, laugh and cry. I grew up up there the the rooftop. My first kiss happened up there. We were sitting there watching the stars. And I still watch the stars. On that rooftop I tried to jump, to be with the stars. To me the rooftop was the closest thing to something more. up there I saw everything. all the lives below me, and all the lives gone above me. I still sit on rooftops. And i still watch the stars.
I think of Florence when I think of rooftops. Florence Italy. One of the prettiest, deepest, most beautiful places you will ever see. Go see it if you haven’t. Get yourself on a plane, even if you wind up owing a fortune on your credit card, and get there. There isn’t a street or a shop or a church you’ll regret seeing. You’ll walk into a great big church and see something that one of the world’s greatest artist made out of stone. You’ll hear the Italian language, a beautiful sound that makes you feel warm and wanted. And when you take a seat in any restaurant, you will want to eat even before you see the menu. The smells, what are they? Just great food that tastes the way it smells. The waiter will make you feel as though you’ve known him all your life and he’ll regret you’ve never been there before because it means you’ve missed so much. But no worries, you’re there now and you will not be disappointed. It is impossible to be disappointed in Florence. And make sure you stand in a place where you can see all the colors of all the rooftops in the city. That is the glory of the place. And when you’re leaving, don’t despair. I promise you, as you will promise yourself: You will go back.
raindrops thudding on a tin rooftop
tap dancing in shades of gray
thats where i found myself that day. standing on the edge of my roof, ready to end it all. i had been sad for so long and just one step could end the pain, my pain.
We flew over rooftops and found gold coins buried in the mouths of petrified gods. We sank into streams and grew music in fresh soil, listening to each growing stalk sing. We thought about invading Heaven and taking over the paradise, but we were too tired after such a long, fun day. We settled on drinking a bottle of wine each, while the trains rolled over our toes.