The flower was beautiful, it’s leaves cascading down the stem, the sun glistening on the tiny dew drops left by Jack Frost to form small priceless gems resting gently on the flower. As the stem bowed beneath the weight of the flower, a slight gust blew it backwards, sending the tiny flower bobbing to the sound of the wind.
i still remember that cold morning, lonely rose plant in our small garden, dew drops on the leaves, few transcending the thin stem leaving them halfway to touch upon the bare cold ground beneath.
when i smoke weed i take the stems out. sometimes i use a stem to clear my pipe. i also prefer wine glasses with a stem because you are supposed to hold it buy the stem. if you hold it by the main part you’ll heat the wine up and we dont want that. stem. mets backwards. EMTs.
A stem can be anything. A stem of a flower. A stem of creativity. A stem of genius. A stem is the beginning of something. Whether that something is beautiful or simply nothing is up to the creator.
The little bird was gliding through the clear sky, looking for a place to stop and rest. The grass below was dotted with leafy trees, but none was attracting the little bird’s eye. Finally, he found it, just a few meters away from where he was now. He folded his wings and dropped to the target. Within a few seconds of diving, the bird was already near the woody branch.
A crisp clack of claws marked the arrival of the little bird, who was now perched happily on the branch.
*Hahah, all right. I made a mistake with the stem-branch thing.
When we were younger, me and my cousins would take the little flowers off my Grandma’s garden, take off the petals and suck it’s nectar. I forgot what type of flower it was.
everything stems from something it’s like a pathway from thing to thing it reminds me of starting something… the stem is what takes you form where you start to wherever you will go
its on a flower. it is green. it has roots that are in the ground that absorb nutrients and water so that the flower can grow. without the stem there is no flower. flowers are beautiful so therefore stems are too. stems stems stems go stems i like stems!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
grows from the stem like the very base of life, the branches to end up sprouting little pretty leaves and fruits that will keep the whole of our astonishing planet happily living … thus being the elixir of life .. the stem is the strength, power,
leaves on a tree. the beginning of the end. the beginning of the beginning. new life and the only place to go is up. better then the only place to go being down. better to be at the bottom then the top atleast theres something to look forward to
like flowers that is what i first thought of. SUn flowers, something strong with a strong stem. And cellulose. But that is just because of biology. Daisies too. I like daisys. We have some in our front yard. WHen ever I really think about daisies i think about the ocean side and a vase of them, blue, torquiose blue, and i think of one or two, maybe a crown in a blonde girls hair.
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The stem of the plant was a pale green that slowly darkened to an emerald. The stem had no bud, as it had recently been bitten of by a young pup. It was a runt of it’s fellow spawn, and was rather disappointed at not being able to grow taller.
year after year they persisted in the tangle and suffocation of the neglected garden, ethereal blue, tall and graceful, delphiniums they called them, old fashioned cottage garden plants; it means dolphin, they don’t look like dolphins, but they have the blueness of the ocean, they spoke of the unending giving of nature, even when neglected and scorned. I came back and found the garden paved with carefully set bricks of pink and grey and I looked at the place that had been their bed and wondered if they were waiting beneath, imprisoned. What can still be saved, what will survive, what will come back and forgive and let us try again to live right? When I next see a tall, delphinium bending in a July breeze I will take it as a sign of forgiveness and another chance
the stem of the leaf was growing constantly, it never ended until it reached the clouds, nothing was wrong with being so high. “go on up” he said, “climb as high as you wish. remember jack? yeah he did it, and magical things happened.”
the stem of the rose had too many thorns. i could never pick it without bleeding all over the grass. it would just make a mess. i wouldn’t want to do that. i’m trying not to do that.
a flower and it’s leaves one day she looked at the sky and realized she was far too low down. she was always just attached to her stem, she could never jump up and reach the sky. The flower decided she had enough and one day when the gardener cut her stem she was happy.
The stem of life is actually more simple than everyone makes it seem. If you learn from your mistakes and do everything the way you wanted, it would most likely have a good outcome.
My love for you stems from the way you form your words.
Your hair.
Your eyes.
Oh, oh.
And here I am, with some supposedly perfect boy – beanie-wearing, sarcastic, musical, kissable – but all I can think about is you. The little affirmations.
Stop them.
Well, don’t actually.
I don’t mean that at all, really.
sperm? did you say that? I love it! oh no, it’s stem, like water evaporated? Like my sperm evaporated? like our love evaporated? like me and you together in vapor. Like you and me in the air.
The stem grew and grew until one day he couldn’t and he didn’t know how to tell his father stem that he wasn’t good enough but little did he know being a stem was the best gift he could have ever given his stem parents. And they all loved him for him. Even if he was the shortest stem in the flower patch.
So you cut the flowers off at the stem,” Miss Whelk said dressed in black at the head of the Horticulture class, “and then your arrangements will shine.” Miss Whelk then laid her head down. She said, “death and despair await you all. Why pretend there’s beauty?”
At the doorway, then appeared Thom Jenkins, her high school sweetheart who had fondled Chelsea Thompkins at the Prom, lo those many years ago. “I am so sorry; I love you!”
“Take five,” she said to her class, “and remember, always be delicate with the flowers. Tee-hee!”
stems of flowers and weeds like your arms entwine me.
My heart will be smothered and dryed out like the cracks in the sidewalk from which they grow.
thirsty.
The stem of the rose still stayed in my hands, of the rose that had once meant so much. In an instant, it was all shattered, the petals flowing away in pieces, like pieces of my heart. I clung to that stem, how could he do this? How could that rose be for someone other than me?
The flower was beautiful, it’s leaves cascading down the stem, the sun glistening on the tiny dew drops left by Jack Frost to form small priceless gems resting gently on the flower. As the stem bowed beneath the weight of the flower, a slight gust blew it backwards, sending the tiny flower bobbing to the sound of the wind.
Leaves. Roots. Stems & Seeds.
Give me all your weed.
I would love to grow my own.
All my friends would be pleased.
with air of light sticking on pillows,
smell of temporarily reversed sentiment
white of chin, falling of freckles,
dust of mornings,
who’s silent spit,
dry lips and soft legs unseen
Leaves. Roots. Stems. Seeds.
Give me all your weed.
I would love to grow my own.
All my friends would be pleased.
She glowed with satisfaction at the words she had written, her creativity always seemed to stem directly from her first cup of coffee.
The starting point, where it all begins, flowery reproduction. I stem from love. Happiness and delight stem from gratitude. Tomorrow stems from today.
i still remember that cold morning, lonely rose plant in our small garden, dew drops on the leaves, few transcending the thin stem leaving them halfway to touch upon the bare cold ground beneath.
when i smoke weed i take the stems out. sometimes i use a stem to clear my pipe. i also prefer wine glasses with a stem because you are supposed to hold it buy the stem. if you hold it by the main part you’ll heat the wine up and we dont want that. stem. mets backwards. EMTs.
A stem can be anything. A stem of a flower. A stem of creativity. A stem of genius. A stem is the beginning of something. Whether that something is beautiful or simply nothing is up to the creator.
one plump red rose stared at you from a vase full of flowers sitting on unprickled stems. just one. that is all.
The little bird was gliding through the clear sky, looking for a place to stop and rest. The grass below was dotted with leafy trees, but none was attracting the little bird’s eye. Finally, he found it, just a few meters away from where he was now. He folded his wings and dropped to the target. Within a few seconds of diving, the bird was already near the woody branch.
A crisp clack of claws marked the arrival of the little bird, who was now perched happily on the branch.
*Hahah, all right. I made a mistake with the stem-branch thing.
stem!~ the trees that have made leaves have stems that stem from trunks. from the trunks come food that feed the stems and makes them grow.
When we were younger, me and my cousins would take the little flowers off my Grandma’s garden, take off the petals and suck it’s nectar. I forgot what type of flower it was.
It was good, nevertheless.
it’s flower’s or plant’s, I don’t know much about it. Stem near the leaves? Green or brown. Have water in it.
everything stems from something it’s like a pathway from thing to thing it reminds me of starting something… the stem is what takes you form where you start to wherever you will go
its on a flower. it is green. it has roots that are in the ground that absorb nutrients and water so that the flower can grow. without the stem there is no flower. flowers are beautiful so therefore stems are too. stems stems stems go stems i like stems!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
grows from the stem like the very base of life, the branches to end up sprouting little pretty leaves and fruits that will keep the whole of our astonishing planet happily living … thus being the elixir of life .. the stem is the strength, power,
stem. what? what it purpose? hey what should I do? I am newbie. Someone help me.
leaves on a tree. the beginning of the end. the beginning of the beginning. new life and the only place to go is up. better then the only place to go being down. better to be at the bottom then the top atleast theres something to look forward to
like flowers that is what i first thought of. SUn flowers, something strong with a strong stem. And cellulose. But that is just because of biology. Daisies too. I like daisys. We have some in our front yard. WHen ever I really think about daisies i think about the ocean side and a vase of them, blue, torquiose blue, and i think of one or two, maybe a crown in a blonde girls hair.
plant animals eat herbivore nature growth in humanity, internal growth, self worth, we’re all seeds, we all come from nature, we are all stems, acid trip, ground, cows, chicken, farmland, bonnaroo, god, sam sounds like stem minus the t and with an accent
A cell, the start of life, the strength that holds a flower together. The giver of live. The start of so many wonderful things. Beauty. Love. Life.
My life stems from my mother, who created me, my person, my identity. I can’t imagine what I would have been had I stemmed from another. I love her.
Janet sat looking at the rose – a beautiful, peach colored flower in full bloom. She thought to herself – “Satin petals, thorny stem, So like life.”
The stem of the plant was a pale green that slowly darkened to an emerald. The stem had no bud, as it had recently been bitten of by a young pup. It was a runt of it’s fellow spawn, and was rather disappointed at not being able to grow taller.
year after year they persisted in the tangle and suffocation of the neglected garden, ethereal blue, tall and graceful, delphiniums they called them, old fashioned cottage garden plants; it means dolphin, they don’t look like dolphins, but they have the blueness of the ocean, they spoke of the unending giving of nature, even when neglected and scorned. I came back and found the garden paved with carefully set bricks of pink and grey and I looked at the place that had been their bed and wondered if they were waiting beneath, imprisoned. What can still be saved, what will survive, what will come back and forgive and let us try again to live right? When I next see a tall, delphinium bending in a July breeze I will take it as a sign of forgiveness and another chance
london
the stem of the leaf was growing constantly, it never ended until it reached the clouds, nothing was wrong with being so high. “go on up” he said, “climb as high as you wish. remember jack? yeah he did it, and magical things happened.”
the stem of the rose had too many thorns. i could never pick it without bleeding all over the grass. it would just make a mess. i wouldn’t want to do that. i’m trying not to do that.
a flower and it’s leaves one day she looked at the sky and realized she was far too low down. she was always just attached to her stem, she could never jump up and reach the sky. The flower decided she had enough and one day when the gardener cut her stem she was happy.
like stem from a Marijuana plant. Kid Cudi ” Babe just one more stem babe” or something like that. Stem, lots of weed. My t button doesnt work
Stem. Definitely looks like sperm. Which brings all sorts of words to mind. Mostly human anatomy words.
Fallopian tubes.
Fart.
Wait, what? Oh, right. That’s not funny. I’m older than that.
The stem of life is actually more simple than everyone makes it seem. If you learn from your mistakes and do everything the way you wanted, it would most likely have a good outcome.
My love for you stems from the way you form your words.
Your hair.
Your eyes.
Oh, oh.
And here I am, with some supposedly perfect boy – beanie-wearing, sarcastic, musical, kissable – but all I can think about is you. The little affirmations.
Stop them.
Well, don’t actually.
I don’t mean that at all, really.
sperm? did you say that? I love it! oh no, it’s stem, like water evaporated? Like my sperm evaporated? like our love evaporated? like me and you together in vapor. Like you and me in the air.
The stem grew and grew until one day he couldn’t and he didn’t know how to tell his father stem that he wasn’t good enough but little did he know being a stem was the best gift he could have ever given his stem parents. And they all loved him for him. Even if he was the shortest stem in the flower patch.
flower atop, green, firm line with leaves bursting out. The stem supports the beauty above and gets no notice except when it wilts from exhaustion.
So you cut the flowers off at the stem,” Miss Whelk said dressed in black at the head of the Horticulture class, “and then your arrangements will shine.” Miss Whelk then laid her head down. She said, “death and despair await you all. Why pretend there’s beauty?”
At the doorway, then appeared Thom Jenkins, her high school sweetheart who had fondled Chelsea Thompkins at the Prom, lo those many years ago. “I am so sorry; I love you!”
“Take five,” she said to her class, “and remember, always be delicate with the flowers. Tee-hee!”
stems of flowers and weeds like your arms entwine me.
My heart will be smothered and dryed out like the cracks in the sidewalk from which they grow.
thirsty.
The stem of the rose still stayed in my hands, of the rose that had once meant so much. In an instant, it was all shattered, the petals flowing away in pieces, like pieces of my heart. I clung to that stem, how could he do this? How could that rose be for someone other than me?