there was a small shoot and it grew into a stem the stem then grew a leaf and sprouted flower and the flower had lots of petals on it and it was beautiful and it was that stem that braught that flower to life.
holly
Plucked the leaves off the stems.
Pulled the seeds off of them.
I crack the flowers from their stem, deposit the stems in a cup. The cup is made to look like an oversized shot glass, and it is full of stems, on reserve, for making tea later. We cannot waste, these buds are expensive ones, and we need all we can get.
Jamie
The stem of the flower rested in her hand. She clutched it tightly, nearly snapping it in half.
I stem from my forefather’s; the mind’s before me that are the ghost’s in my shell…
I am imperfect.
I am only Human.
I Am Eternal.
Jennifer
stem.
its the center, core.
they say all of the crap that goes on stems from my disease. stupid disease, but I guess it is like my stem. it’s my core. it’s what defines everything i do.
it isn’t a part of me, it ~is~ me.
stupid depression. please go away.
time for me to find a new center to stem from.
I sat at the corner of a small intersection staring at a small bug climbing on the stem of a small weed growing up through the cracks of the side walks. I couldnt help wondering what it must be like to be so small.
Nick Harris
Strong, sturdy center, from which further life comes forth!
The one idea stemmed out into many others, creatig a web of creation and imagination only caable from the one word that began the web. Stem. One stem led to another, and soon, yothere was a wide choice of topics ranging from tree to leaf, to Boxes. Using one stem to think of ideas is a great way to think of things to write
Cici Roper
The creativity is stemming out of my brain when I see the words on the pages. The stem is also where flowers sit atop of in plants. Stems are green usually and the flowers on top are so beautiful, especially in a field with a lot of them
SarinaT
The stem of the leave snapped as the too-strong wind blew through the trees, stripping them of most of their leaves. Finally the gale stopped, and the the rain slowly replaced it, peppering the ground with tiny spots of mud.
Natalie Snow
Mediocrity stems from dissapointment. And vice versa. A place which is effulgent, full of brilliance.
suriti
A stem belongs to a plant. It’s nice and green. It allows water and food to go up to the plant so that the plant can be nourished and fed and pretty. Because that’s what stems do. It’s like a backbone of a human. The stem holds the plant together. YAY STEM. You’re a boss. You’re so green you’re like some moss. Hahaha. Stem. Rhymes with Kim. I know a girl named Kim. I wonder what happened to her. I think she went both ways.
Rachael
John contemplated silently as he teased gently at David’s nipple, trying to remember how all this had started. He supposed the attraction had stemmed from watching David work. He still couldn’t help but grow weak each time David’s tongue seemed to have a mind of its own, helping idly with the thinking process…
i inch up the strong pathway to my goal. the thought of sweet nectar running down my chin urges me on up the stem to the pot of golden pollen at the end surrounded in a halo of petals.
Maddie
My grandpa and me planted a tree together in my backyard. It was arbor day and my elementary school handed out small trees for everyone to plant at home. My parents were not home at the time and my grandparents were babysitting my brothers and me. We searched the yard for the perfect place to plant it. I watered it every day. Then my grandpa died of a heart attack. The tree was lost to me and even now, 5 years later, I can not locate where the tree had been. I can not see where the roots enter the ground creating the strong support for a long life. I can not find the bark that grows continually onward and upward.
The flowers hung from the vase, their stems bent and folded.
They had been forgotten on a table beside the window, and now the dim light that came from the rainy day outside lit up the sad scene.
Dry, yellowish petals lay strewn across the dusty surface, a reminder of the life that had once filled up the room.
But the lady had fallen ill, wilting like the flowers that had been brought in to cheer her up by her fiancé.
And like them, she was now dead.
She stemmed the blood flow as quick as she could but it just kept coming out. Not oozing but pumping voraciously and full of life, until the vessel that contained it (or tried to) would be no more. Her hand was over his heart. It beat once then it finally stopped.
pretty swirly green, climbing and twirling itself around the hard surface of the dark brown tree. It’s soft fleshy skin against the hard wood.
Ala
Flowers have stems. All plants do, don’t they? They’re very neat. Stems are usually green, come to think of it, trees really don’t have stems, do they? They have trunks, which are like giant versions of stems, but brown and covered in bark.
Kieran
I want to branch off from my life and my friends, both of which I love, but just for a little bit to have a chance to meet new people and experience new things.
When I was younger, I noticed a small tree growing. I don’t know why it was such a big deal to me but I watched it grow, and I’d talk to it… check on it when I came home from school… I was so excited to see it get taller and taller. Taller than me even. I’m not sure if you could call it a tree. It looked more like a tall green branch. But it had maple leaves on it and it was growing out of the ground.
Then one day the gardener mowed it down.
Life sucks.
Noisy Quiet
i saw a dead stem in the trash bin. it didn’t have a flower–the gorgeous part had obviously been cut off. why? i wondered. what the flower was used for?
kaorita
the root. the core. the structured-bias. a focus point. fixation. steady. steady. steady as she goes. green boarder. holding tight. grip. firm. constant.
lyss
the root of freedom. It moves outward from it’s source in a long straight line that anchords the wayward leaves that want to fly in every direction. The stem holds the free leaves together, and brings you closer to the heavens with every passing moment. It never let’s your wandering get yo u lost
beth moore
pin that holds my leaves to the earth, trampled, split into pieces by the soldier’s muddy foot, where do you at night? what do you sing?
Richard Thomas
Aurora wakes up. She looks up. Rough bark undersides of branches. Velvety green leaves. Soft blue skies. She lays mostly still and turns her head. Shelter in the shade of a tree on an early summer morning. Blades of grass poke up for a huge stretch of land. At the place where some grass is dark green and some is light green, something pretty sprouts up. She waves her chubby hand and hits the stem of a dandelion.
She’s never seen or felt any of these things before. She doesn’t know what they do or what they’re called. She knows she’s called Aurora because the big people always say that when they talk to her, but she hasn’t figured out yet what she does.
Nevermind that for now. The dandelion stem feels good on her hand. She swats it again, watching the yellow petals jiggle as the corolla bobs to and fro against the backdrop of trees, grass and sky. Aurora giggles.
Her legs sprouted from the bottom of her dress like the long stem of a beautiful red rose, smooth and pointed into her graceful heels, serving as a tiny vase. Without thorns, and bearing a creamy hue, they begged to be touched.
the stem of the leaf had multiple drops of dew. the dew was collecting on the leaf, then it dropped on sir percival’s head.
Jack
A stem can have multiple meanings, connects petals to a flower, keeps the flower upright, stems to branches, a stem is essential a long holder upper of sorts. A foundation..support.
Tatiana Scott
I walked across a tree, its roots steady and hard in the ground. There was one stem on a leaf that caught my eye. It was beaten and broken, simply enough, it had seen better days. It reminded me of you. Still hanging on even when it couldn’t see better days.
Carly
i plant creativity. it stems individually, throughout my mind, my time’s in captivity.nothin to do i wait for my tree. so i water it daily, with practice as seen.
gerald
Grabbing a towel, she thrust it close to his groin to stem the flow of blood. Would he lose his leg?
Valerahaha
I always hated math in school and it was undeniably my lowest graded class. However, I liked stem and leaf graphs. I actually understood them and thought that they were easy. I have no clue how to do them anymore.
valerie
flowers, beautiful. growth. the beginning of something new. it’s the beginning, so it isn’t quite so beautiful yet. but give it time, it will get there. it’s trying so hard to reach that place where the bloom will begin to grow and the beauty that it so longs for will be there. it’s coming. just be patient.
jami
I pulled a flower out from the ground in front of jeremys house. I stopped and looked at it, taking in it’s brick walls, black shutters, and white front door. I took a huge sigh and
there was a small shoot and it grew into a stem the stem then grew a leaf and sprouted flower and the flower had lots of petals on it and it was beautiful and it was that stem that braught that flower to life.
Plucked the leaves off the stems.
Pulled the seeds off of them.
I crack the flowers from their stem, deposit the stems in a cup. The cup is made to look like an oversized shot glass, and it is full of stems, on reserve, for making tea later. We cannot waste, these buds are expensive ones, and we need all we can get.
The stem of the flower rested in her hand. She clutched it tightly, nearly snapping it in half.
I stem from my forefather’s; the mind’s before me that are the ghost’s in my shell…
I am imperfect.
I am only Human.
I Am Eternal.
stem.
its the center, core.
they say all of the crap that goes on stems from my disease. stupid disease, but I guess it is like my stem. it’s my core. it’s what defines everything i do.
it isn’t a part of me, it ~is~ me.
stupid depression. please go away.
time for me to find a new center to stem from.
It stemmed from fear. No deep desire or simple aversion, but all consuming fear. That’s all there was to the behaviour. And he accepted that.
Even if she couldn’t.
flowers,
crawling upward
rising
twisting shooting
straight
branching off
trees
in their very form
I sat at the corner of a small intersection staring at a small bug climbing on the stem of a small weed growing up through the cracks of the side walks. I couldnt help wondering what it must be like to be so small.
Strong, sturdy center, from which further life comes forth!
The one idea stemmed out into many others, creatig a web of creation and imagination only caable from the one word that began the web. Stem. One stem led to another, and soon, yothere was a wide choice of topics ranging from tree to leaf, to Boxes. Using one stem to think of ideas is a great way to think of things to write
The creativity is stemming out of my brain when I see the words on the pages. The stem is also where flowers sit atop of in plants. Stems are green usually and the flowers on top are so beautiful, especially in a field with a lot of them
The stem of the leave snapped as the too-strong wind blew through the trees, stripping them of most of their leaves. Finally the gale stopped, and the the rain slowly replaced it, peppering the ground with tiny spots of mud.
Mediocrity stems from dissapointment. And vice versa. A place which is effulgent, full of brilliance.
A stem belongs to a plant. It’s nice and green. It allows water and food to go up to the plant so that the plant can be nourished and fed and pretty. Because that’s what stems do. It’s like a backbone of a human. The stem holds the plant together. YAY STEM. You’re a boss. You’re so green you’re like some moss. Hahaha. Stem. Rhymes with Kim. I know a girl named Kim. I wonder what happened to her. I think she went both ways.
John contemplated silently as he teased gently at David’s nipple, trying to remember how all this had started. He supposed the attraction had stemmed from watching David work. He still couldn’t help but grow weak each time David’s tongue seemed to have a mind of its own, helping idly with the thinking process…
i inch up the strong pathway to my goal. the thought of sweet nectar running down my chin urges me on up the stem to the pot of golden pollen at the end surrounded in a halo of petals.
My grandpa and me planted a tree together in my backyard. It was arbor day and my elementary school handed out small trees for everyone to plant at home. My parents were not home at the time and my grandparents were babysitting my brothers and me. We searched the yard for the perfect place to plant it. I watered it every day. Then my grandpa died of a heart attack. The tree was lost to me and even now, 5 years later, I can not locate where the tree had been. I can not see where the roots enter the ground creating the strong support for a long life. I can not find the bark that grows continually onward and upward.
I like to think he took it with him.
And I’m fine with that.
The flowers hung from the vase, their stems bent and folded.
They had been forgotten on a table beside the window, and now the dim light that came from the rainy day outside lit up the sad scene.
Dry, yellowish petals lay strewn across the dusty surface, a reminder of the life that had once filled up the room.
But the lady had fallen ill, wilting like the flowers that had been brought in to cheer her up by her fiancé.
And like them, she was now dead.
She stemmed the blood flow as quick as she could but it just kept coming out. Not oozing but pumping voraciously and full of life, until the vessel that contained it (or tried to) would be no more. Her hand was over his heart. It beat once then it finally stopped.
pretty swirly green, climbing and twirling itself around the hard surface of the dark brown tree. It’s soft fleshy skin against the hard wood.
Flowers have stems. All plants do, don’t they? They’re very neat. Stems are usually green, come to think of it, trees really don’t have stems, do they? They have trunks, which are like giant versions of stems, but brown and covered in bark.
I want to branch off from my life and my friends, both of which I love, but just for a little bit to have a chance to meet new people and experience new things.
the stem of a flower is brittle, and reminds me of people. It can snap if you bend it too far, and tear if you treat it ill.
Stem
When I was younger, I noticed a small tree growing. I don’t know why it was such a big deal to me but I watched it grow, and I’d talk to it… check on it when I came home from school… I was so excited to see it get taller and taller. Taller than me even. I’m not sure if you could call it a tree. It looked more like a tall green branch. But it had maple leaves on it and it was growing out of the ground.
Then one day the gardener mowed it down.
Life sucks.
i saw a dead stem in the trash bin. it didn’t have a flower–the gorgeous part had obviously been cut off. why? i wondered. what the flower was used for?
the root. the core. the structured-bias. a focus point. fixation. steady. steady. steady as she goes. green boarder. holding tight. grip. firm. constant.
the root of freedom. It moves outward from it’s source in a long straight line that anchords the wayward leaves that want to fly in every direction. The stem holds the free leaves together, and brings you closer to the heavens with every passing moment. It never let’s your wandering get yo u lost
pin that holds my leaves to the earth, trampled, split into pieces by the soldier’s muddy foot, where do you at night? what do you sing?
Aurora wakes up. She looks up. Rough bark undersides of branches. Velvety green leaves. Soft blue skies. She lays mostly still and turns her head. Shelter in the shade of a tree on an early summer morning. Blades of grass poke up for a huge stretch of land. At the place where some grass is dark green and some is light green, something pretty sprouts up. She waves her chubby hand and hits the stem of a dandelion.
She’s never seen or felt any of these things before. She doesn’t know what they do or what they’re called. She knows she’s called Aurora because the big people always say that when they talk to her, but she hasn’t figured out yet what she does.
Nevermind that for now. The dandelion stem feels good on her hand. She swats it again, watching the yellow petals jiggle as the corolla bobs to and fro against the backdrop of trees, grass and sky. Aurora giggles.
Her legs sprouted from the bottom of her dress like the long stem of a beautiful red rose, smooth and pointed into her graceful heels, serving as a tiny vase. Without thorns, and bearing a creamy hue, they begged to be touched.
the stem of the leaf had multiple drops of dew. the dew was collecting on the leaf, then it dropped on sir percival’s head.
A stem can have multiple meanings, connects petals to a flower, keeps the flower upright, stems to branches, a stem is essential a long holder upper of sorts. A foundation..support.
I walked across a tree, its roots steady and hard in the ground. There was one stem on a leaf that caught my eye. It was beaten and broken, simply enough, it had seen better days. It reminded me of you. Still hanging on even when it couldn’t see better days.
i plant creativity. it stems individually, throughout my mind, my time’s in captivity.nothin to do i wait for my tree. so i water it daily, with practice as seen.
Grabbing a towel, she thrust it close to his groin to stem the flow of blood. Would he lose his leg?
I always hated math in school and it was undeniably my lowest graded class. However, I liked stem and leaf graphs. I actually understood them and thought that they were easy. I have no clue how to do them anymore.
flowers, beautiful. growth. the beginning of something new. it’s the beginning, so it isn’t quite so beautiful yet. but give it time, it will get there. it’s trying so hard to reach that place where the bloom will begin to grow and the beauty that it so longs for will be there. it’s coming. just be patient.
I pulled a flower out from the ground in front of jeremys house. I stopped and looked at it, taking in it’s brick walls, black shutters, and white front door. I took a huge sigh and