Wade could be used as an interesting name. I’m unsure of the definition of Wade but I’m sure people could use it as an interesting male name. Think of it: You would be cool by knowing a guy named Wade :)
We were wading in the water at five am, the paw steps of the dogs as they padded through the brush felt as oppressive as the moon that seemed to be coming closer and closer to crushing us as it dragged the tiny tide, rolling in and just under our bare kneecaps.
I waded quickly into the cool blue water of the Pacific Ocean as the sun set in front of me. The night was clear and calm, the perfect weather for the best night of my life.
sitting in the shallow waters made Mandy feel as if she was useless. She had no time to think. I was coming and she knew it. As the captain ran towards her she lay back in the water hoping that she would drift away before he could get to her. This would be her final sense.
i like to swim in the sea. it makes me happy. i like eating nachos. how about you? Im really bored. I think i should buy some shoes and i noticed that the timer is moving slowely. Im really bored now. i think its nearly over. i like this.I get to start a brand new sentance.
oh shit my teacher was named wade. He was all scary and short and stuff but actually really nice. He used to yell a lot for a little guy. I was terrifying. He taught me a lot of history, though. Pretty neat teacher overall, I guess.
How did she end up here having to wade through mud in her new red shoes? Mandy was not impressed. He had said “let’s go for a romantic picnic, I know just the place.” She glared at his back as she followed on behind him.
Wading through water with my new boots on, I wasn’t sure how far I could go. I just got out of the hospital, what, three days prior? Still, I waded along, trying to make it through all the sludge that builds up in the Bayou of Louisiana. This was my favourite hobby in all the world before the chemo, before the family had to move, before the one I loved couldn’t do it anymore..all my fault, and yet everything seemed to wash away in the smelly water that seemed more like home to me than the apartment I just moved into.
Wade is Logan Lerman’s middle name.
Logan is an actor, who’s been in movies such as Percy Jackson and the Lightning Thief, and 3:10 To Yuma.
He’s known for making girl’s ovaries exploding and playing guitar.
He’s best friends with Dean Collins, another actor.
The air was so think you could wade through it and get your knees wet with the spray. Jensen stood there taking in the weirdness of the moment. “Well, what are you waiting for, an invitation? We’ve got work to do and it isn’t going to get done by itself. You eat, you work.” Jensen stopped wading.
I waded in the cool river water, feeling my way across the bed trying not to slip. That necklace belonged to my grandmother and I was going to find it. No mosquito, deer fly nor dragonfly was going to keep me away from what I most wanted: that necklace.
Wade is a man who likes to cook diamonds. Who would have known that you could actually cook a rock? After he cooks it it turns into a seed! And when he plants the seed, it grows into a beautiful tree made of pure diamond. Don’t try this at home kids!
I wade through the ocean, my feet cleansed, my spirits high, you are with me mum, walking along in your gorgeous sweet way, hands behind your back, our usual walk along the sea, a soft pastel sunset putting on it’s evening play, the lighthouse in the distance, no one but you and me to see all this, just sweet little birds chasing the waves then running away.
I imagine you there now, as if it were heaven, but if I go back there, you won’t be there, wondering, chatting, ideas, silence, reflecting, watching the light change, thinking of the future. The future is here now and that heaven is gone. Now you know a better place, I can’t imagine somewhere better, so I imagine you there.
wading through the splashes of water and other little tykes around
I navigate the 3 foot deep waters
conquering the kiddie pool sea square foot by foot
with aide from the orange floaters holding me above
I am the king of this jungle
mounds of toys and floating plastic castles
buckets and shovels
all floating around my
big proud chest
You try and push your way through the uncertainty and fear, but the fight is too slow. Any moment now the waters will swell and drag you, pull you, drown you. Forever lost amongst the waves of pain and turmoil too tired to try and swim back to the surface. But for now, while you wait for that horrid end of the spill into nothing, you hold your breath and push through the pull. And you walk across the waters of confusion, into and over the edge of hollow emptiness. As you wade through the dark.
the river was about three foot deep so we had to take the special boots. The special boots went all the way up to your armpits. They had an embedded mp3 player and combination bed/lounge sofa. people would spend their whole lives in these boots. We caught a couple of them floating past as we went through. “The booting life,” they sang, flat, “this life is the life for me.”
wade is the man of my dreams. I wish that he would notice me. All he does is look past me. I used to think that maybe he liked me but the signs seemed to diminish.
The green water is up to my ankles as I turn to call you in. The water is fine. The trees are edging the pond with shade, but the sun beats down, humid and smothering. Come join me, won’t you please.
Wade.. what does that word mean? I really dont know. Wait does it mean to wade, like in water? If that makes sense. I dont know. I need to work on my vocabulary and read a page of the dictionary everyday or something. I need a larger vocab in my brain.
i began to wade into the water. i felt the ripples consuming my dress. faster and faster the current rushed toward me, and i felt myself slipping below. rocks upon the edges moved quickly past as i rushed along the waves, choosing to let myself go. there was no stopping the motion.
She padded out into the water, pulling up her skirts and giggling as the cool waves washed around her ankles. As she got farther out, the water chilled her bare legs and gave the rest of her goosebumps, but she didn’t mind. It was refreshing to take even a short dip in the salty waters, and she wiggled her toes in the sand with a smile. It really was about the little things in life.
Its a word, thats for sure, what more i dont know. Its sure is a strange one, and somehow it reminds me of the word duck, altough it would be hard to find two words that differ so much in feel and texture.
If I were to wade out to the middle of the pool
would you wade out to meet me?
Whenever I’ve taken the steps toward you
I’ve felt no reciprocation.
Wade to me…
this makes me think about going to the beach…. i never used to swim, instead i would just wade through the waves and dive under them. the wave would rush up and hit me in the face as i just stood there, trying to hold my balance as the waves got bigger and bigger.
wade into me.
let our bodies lead the way
let our minds go blank and our children sing
wade into me.
let us forget the hirtful words we both have spoken
wade into me
He was stranded. Or so he thought. As he waded helplessly in a sea of blue turmoil, a glimpse of hope flashed on the horizon. Who knew that a dimly flickering light could bring so much promise?
I love to wade in cold water. In california where the sun in tremendously hot and the water is ice cold. Its refreshing and yet you are conflicted because half of your body is burning hot and the other half is freezing beneath the surface. That’s how life is sometimes, half of you is passionete about something and the other half is wondering why in the world you are doing what you are doing.
I edged my way closer to the stream, the sparkling surface beckoning. The flash of golden orange just beneath the surface makes my pulse quicken, dreams of childhood trips with my uncle fill my soul.
in the water little children, its knee deep, dont worry just jump in. one of thek ids smashes and breaks on a rock and blood pours out of his little shell and the creek is now flooded with all of his insides.its too much. his momma cries, wades in, holds his tiny body.
I know a guy named Wade. I also know a basketball player named Dwayne Wade. Well, I don’t really know him. I know of him. But I digress. I don’t know if I’ve ever used the word wade before in a sentence, in speaking or in writing. I’ve really got nothing for this.
Slowly I wade in farther. The water becomes deeper and deeper. Its cold but so worth it. I go under and see all the life under the water. Yes this was going to be a good day.
i waded in the water and it felt nothing else mattered. deep in the jungle i waded, light flickered above me, light faded. Where’s the edge? Where’s the edge? I wait for the time to wade.
Like the guy from Kim possible? or was that a different name….
Haha I don’t remember, another thing that comes to mind is just swimming and wading in the water.
Oh yea! gospel! Wade in the Water…..
Something like that :)
Wade could be used as an interesting name. I’m unsure of the definition of Wade but I’m sure people could use it as an interesting male name. Think of it: You would be cool by knowing a guy named Wade :)
We were wading in the water at five am, the paw steps of the dogs as they padded through the brush felt as oppressive as the moon that seemed to be coming closer and closer to crushing us as it dragged the tiny tide, rolling in and just under our bare kneecaps.
I waded quickly into the cool blue water of the Pacific Ocean as the sun set in front of me. The night was clear and calm, the perfect weather for the best night of my life.
sitting in the shallow waters made Mandy feel as if she was useless. She had no time to think. I was coming and she knew it. As the captain ran towards her she lay back in the water hoping that she would drift away before he could get to her. This would be her final sense.
i like to swim in the sea. it makes me happy. i like eating nachos. how about you? Im really bored. I think i should buy some shoes and i noticed that the timer is moving slowely. Im really bored now. i think its nearly over. i like this.I get to start a brand new sentance.
oh shit my teacher was named wade. He was all scary and short and stuff but actually really nice. He used to yell a lot for a little guy. I was terrifying. He taught me a lot of history, though. Pretty neat teacher overall, I guess.
wade into the darkness.. sweet, cool pool of delicate emotions and immortal love. glistening dew drops of life eternal.
How did she end up here having to wade through mud in her new red shoes? Mandy was not impressed. He had said “let’s go for a romantic picnic, I know just the place.” She glared at his back as she followed on behind him.
Wading through water with my new boots on, I wasn’t sure how far I could go. I just got out of the hospital, what, three days prior? Still, I waded along, trying to make it through all the sludge that builds up in the Bayou of Louisiana. This was my favourite hobby in all the world before the chemo, before the family had to move, before the one I loved couldn’t do it anymore..all my fault, and yet everything seemed to wash away in the smelly water that seemed more like home to me than the apartment I just moved into.
Wade is Logan Lerman’s middle name.
Logan is an actor, who’s been in movies such as Percy Jackson and the Lightning Thief, and 3:10 To Yuma.
He’s known for making girl’s ovaries exploding and playing guitar.
He’s best friends with Dean Collins, another actor.
The air was so think you could wade through it and get your knees wet with the spray. Jensen stood there taking in the weirdness of the moment. “Well, what are you waiting for, an invitation? We’ve got work to do and it isn’t going to get done by itself. You eat, you work.” Jensen stopped wading.
I waded in the cool river water, feeling my way across the bed trying not to slip. That necklace belonged to my grandmother and I was going to find it. No mosquito, deer fly nor dragonfly was going to keep me away from what I most wanted: that necklace.
Wade is a man who likes to cook diamonds. Who would have known that you could actually cook a rock? After he cooks it it turns into a seed! And when he plants the seed, it grows into a beautiful tree made of pure diamond. Don’t try this at home kids!
I wade through the ocean, my feet cleansed, my spirits high, you are with me mum, walking along in your gorgeous sweet way, hands behind your back, our usual walk along the sea, a soft pastel sunset putting on it’s evening play, the lighthouse in the distance, no one but you and me to see all this, just sweet little birds chasing the waves then running away.
I imagine you there now, as if it were heaven, but if I go back there, you won’t be there, wondering, chatting, ideas, silence, reflecting, watching the light change, thinking of the future. The future is here now and that heaven is gone. Now you know a better place, I can’t imagine somewhere better, so I imagine you there.
wading through the splashes of water and other little tykes around
I navigate the 3 foot deep waters
conquering the kiddie pool sea square foot by foot
with aide from the orange floaters holding me above
I am the king of this jungle
mounds of toys and floating plastic castles
buckets and shovels
all floating around my
big proud chest
You try and push your way through the uncertainty and fear, but the fight is too slow. Any moment now the waters will swell and drag you, pull you, drown you. Forever lost amongst the waves of pain and turmoil too tired to try and swim back to the surface. But for now, while you wait for that horrid end of the spill into nothing, you hold your breath and push through the pull. And you walk across the waters of confusion, into and over the edge of hollow emptiness. As you wade through the dark.
the river was about three foot deep so we had to take the special boots. The special boots went all the way up to your armpits. They had an embedded mp3 player and combination bed/lounge sofa. people would spend their whole lives in these boots. We caught a couple of them floating past as we went through. “The booting life,” they sang, flat, “this life is the life for me.”
wade is the man of my dreams. I wish that he would notice me. All he does is look past me. I used to think that maybe he liked me but the signs seemed to diminish.
The green water is up to my ankles as I turn to call you in. The water is fine. The trees are edging the pond with shade, but the sun beats down, humid and smothering. Come join me, won’t you please.
Thick as honey, I wade through the river.
Green. Blue. Black. Grey.
There is a beach near here I know well.
Orange and white and blue.
But this is the river I chose.
Wade.. what does that word mean? I really dont know. Wait does it mean to wade, like in water? If that makes sense. I dont know. I need to work on my vocabulary and read a page of the dictionary everyday or something. I need a larger vocab in my brain.
i began to wade into the water. i felt the ripples consuming my dress. faster and faster the current rushed toward me, and i felt myself slipping below. rocks upon the edges moved quickly past as i rushed along the waves, choosing to let myself go. there was no stopping the motion.
She padded out into the water, pulling up her skirts and giggling as the cool waves washed around her ankles. As she got farther out, the water chilled her bare legs and gave the rest of her goosebumps, but she didn’t mind. It was refreshing to take even a short dip in the salty waters, and she wiggled her toes in the sand with a smile. It really was about the little things in life.
Its a word, thats for sure, what more i dont know. Its sure is a strange one, and somehow it reminds me of the word duck, altough it would be hard to find two words that differ so much in feel and texture.
If I were to wade out to the middle of the pool
would you wade out to meet me?
Whenever I’ve taken the steps toward you
I’ve felt no reciprocation.
Wade to me…
this makes me think about going to the beach…. i never used to swim, instead i would just wade through the waves and dive under them. the wave would rush up and hit me in the face as i just stood there, trying to hold my balance as the waves got bigger and bigger.
water, deep, waves, ocean, person, swimsuits, smiles, fun, swimming, splashing, shallow, feet, ankles, knees, legs, cold, warm, exhilertating, amazing, refreshing, thrilling,
Wade in the water. Wade in the water, children. Wade in the water. And the Lord will carry you through.
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spiritual
wade into me.
let our bodies lead the way
let our minds go blank and our children sing
wade into me.
let us forget the hirtful words we both have spoken
wade into me
He was stranded. Or so he thought. As he waded helplessly in a sea of blue turmoil, a glimpse of hope flashed on the horizon. Who knew that a dimly flickering light could bring so much promise?
To wade in water one must allow themselves to get wet. I like to wade in the water for a bit before going underwater. I once knew a man named Wade.
I love to wade in cold water. In california where the sun in tremendously hot and the water is ice cold. Its refreshing and yet you are conflicted because half of your body is burning hot and the other half is freezing beneath the surface. That’s how life is sometimes, half of you is passionete about something and the other half is wondering why in the world you are doing what you are doing.
I edged my way closer to the stream, the sparkling surface beckoning. The flash of golden orange just beneath the surface makes my pulse quicken, dreams of childhood trips with my uncle fill my soul.
in the water little children, its knee deep, dont worry just jump in. one of thek ids smashes and breaks on a rock and blood pours out of his little shell and the creek is now flooded with all of his insides.its too much. his momma cries, wades in, holds his tiny body.
I know a guy named Wade. I also know a basketball player named Dwayne Wade. Well, I don’t really know him. I know of him. But I digress. I don’t know if I’ve ever used the word wade before in a sentence, in speaking or in writing. I’ve really got nothing for this.
Slowly I wade in farther. The water becomes deeper and deeper. Its cold but so worth it. I go under and see all the life under the water. Yes this was going to be a good day.
i waded in the water and it felt nothing else mattered. deep in the jungle i waded, light flickered above me, light faded. Where’s the edge? Where’s the edge? I wait for the time to wade.
Dewayn Wade is a greeat basketball player!!! Ya know! Damn and he’s black! Jungle fever baby!! HAhahahaha! :)
Like the guy from Kim possible? or was that a different name….
Haha I don’t remember, another thing that comes to mind is just swimming and wading in the water.
Oh yea! gospel! Wade in the Water…..
Something like that :)
is my Dad’s name! I guess this could be referring to stepping slowly, only to engulf just half of the body in water, but not for me! Love ya Dad!