I don’t really know what to write about ?????? This is a weird word but it sounds like plants so let’s talk about plants. I am thankful for plants for providing me with oxygen. Plants are cool. My favorite ones are pink plants but are those even a thing or am i thinking of flowers. I’m so confused. This is a weird prompt someone help sos this is not turning out the way that I wanted it to
Destini
Planter rhymes with banter. On another note I’ve had a boring day, my ipad is on 6% and now it’s on 5%… Planter….4%
Once there was an old lady who lives with her granddaughter. Everyday the old lady waters her plants in the planter and hope that they will all bloom soon. They never did.
So the old lady goes to the marketplace near their Church and bought pink roses.
Once there was an old lady who lives with her granddaughter. Everyday the old lady waters her plants in the planter and hope that they will all bloom soon. They never did.
She tripped on the damn planter once again. “I need to move that,” she mumbled under her breath as she searched for her house keys. “Damn bottomless purse! Why can’t I get my shit together?”
The little planter hung from the ceiling. Every day Hermione would grab a stool and check on the geraniums’ progress, making sure to water the pretty flowers. Her blonde hair would become streaked with dirt, and her glowing countenance would be enlightened with the sincerity of caring for something and fulfilling responsibility, combined with the pure fun of helping something grow and playing in the dirt.
It was a good answer. Solid by any definition. But it required very little critical thinking, and Courtney looked entirely too pleased with herself. Mrs. Baxter peered at the girl over her reading glasses. “Good answer, Courtney, but what do you think? Why does this even matter?” The girl’s mouth opened and closed in a moment of self-doubt, but eventually she found her voice. Mrs. Brown smiled, enjoying the fruit of the seeds she’d planted long ago.
planter is one who plants things
like trees, bushes etc
being planter is good thing to be, as planter lives a life nearer to nature so he is enriched with nature.
he has poss
Hssan
he sowed the last of the seeds, carefully waterung them. he thought about his son, off on his singing tour. and his daughter, finally securing her phd in a subject that was once thought of as impossible for women. the seeds he sowed finally bore fruit
Vishaka
At your grave this morning…
it’s been a long while.
Forgive me,
One day in the middle of may my father and I go to our backyard with many seeds we have accuired and planted them in the box gardens we have. We become planters for a day.
He said ‘just put the bloomin thing in the planter’. She grappled and grabbed at the spider plant its tentacles tickling her hot cheek. She always flustered around him, his impatient stature rising up beside her was an ominous reminder of her own smallness. She put the oversized plant in the planter. Then reached for his spidery neck.
rhona millar
The planter had finished a full days worth of planting the new trees in Queen Elizabeth’s new garden. There were blossoms in the trees and rose bushes as well, poplar trees and hedges shaped like lollie pops.
I am just an overseas student who is struggling not to be kicked out from the Uni.
Yijia Chen
I have no idea what does this word means , but it seems to be related to something with plants , the person who plant something and hopes that it will grow even when he is not sure it will
shaima
“What is someone who tends the garden?” John asked his mom.
“A gardener. What do you think someone who plants plants is?” His mum replied.
“A planter?” John answered.
such a naïve boy, his mom thought.
suje0ngz
planter.
What if coincidences
and twists of fate
were nothing more
than an employee
completing his tasks
for the day.
Is a planter a career?
A person who
moves your coffee to the right
so it spills on the floor
and the woman who
will capture your heart
hands you a napkin?
Was it a planter
who made you mistake
a chime for you phone
and you paused for a second
and was standing
waiting for him?
Do things of happenstance
just happen?
Or are there several
very successful planters
nearby?
I took his hand. We stared blissfully at our new home. This was our space now, even if it wasn’t perfect. The single plant in the corner made it feel more like home than I could have ever imagined. I sighed and leaned into him.
He didn’t tense up like he used to. His being comfortable around me made me so happy, I couldn’t put words to it.
Jessica
She looked out the window with weary eyes. Her flower in the planter on the windowsill was pointed to the sun. She smiled.
Annee
We fall from the sky and bury ourselves in the soil, protecting our skin from the radiance. Time passes, our curled bodies break open like cocoons, stretching upwards through black soil and bursting into dawn. We curl upwards, green and white, unfurling and stretching and breathing the light.
He zig-zagged across the planters spread all over the front entry in random patterns. 80 days, the smiled at the struggle he went through, the feeling of pride deserve after accompling victory at a seemingly impossible task
Garima
Seed poked deep
dirtbound – rimmed with
ceramic crack of a planter
Nestled in, aching for the
wet heat of
rusty hose to
quench its
thirst, soften
and crack
The ground was still warm from the freshly set sun, I clawed through the soft dirt, casting aside stray twigs and leaves until I had ample enough space to place my brand new oriental planter.
Trystyn Roberts
i’m sad, because you’re selfish
because you plant these memories and cherry blossom stained hands on my chest and then – and then- you’re so truly gone that it’s empty and the place within my rib cage where i would expect a cardiovascular muscle to be is also barren, oh so worn out, and i can’t hate you or promise myself that my heart will no longer beat for you —
Eliza
John was a teacher by profession but he always like himself to be introduced as planter. He believes, he plants new ideas into brains of his young children. He worked very hard on his students so that he can nurture the planted ideas.
Is that dirt or freckles? he wonders, watching her from beneath the trees. Sunlight slides over her bare shoulders, spearing down towards the earth where she digs in her fingers. Her lap too is covered with dirt and suspiciously bodily roots.
She looks up suddenly, piercing him like sunlight.
“What are you doing over there in the shadows by yourself, Tommy?”
The nurses called her Planter. Never to her face, of course, but they called her that because that’s all she seemed to want to do.
It was a welcome change from all the other old, broken people. Dead from the neck up, still or paralysed from the neck down, but no matter what the weather was like, the one thing she lived for was her plants.
It had spilled overnight, and now seeds littered the ground in little clumps, picked apart by birds and wind alike. It was /her/ fault, I thought angrily. Always her fault. She couldn’t have left it, couldn’t have realized. I hated her, and as I hated a breeze came and scooped the remaining seeds away.
Tara K
He was a planter, people generally thought he was into flowers but he wasn’t. People hired him to plant things in situations, to make operations go smoothly or to uncover unsavoury characters,. They were the type of situations you really wouldn’t want to get into but he got paid an awful lot of money so it was worthwhile.
Steve O
The Planter was something of a conspicuous man. He would walk around in broad daylight, always carrying a shovel, and always seen with dirty trousers. People stop and stare, and a few who are bold enough approach him and ask “Why are your pants dirty?” The old man would smile, and reply, “Because I’m the Planter, and you can’t plant when you’re all fussy.”
People would think him strange, but I know better. The Planter is something of a work of art, of a handful of people that appreciate life for what it is, and why we live for it.
A planter is someone who plants. In other words, they place a seed into a fertile soil, nourish it until its maturity. They give the plant water, nutrition such as fertilizer, and ensure it’s properly sheltered. They may also be a metaphorical planter, such as an individual who places a concept into another’s mind.
Annie
Green things seemed to climb from the black plastic bowl. Surely they weren’t alive? Or, at least, not actually moving fast enough to be noted by the human eye?
But as Shirley moved closer, it seemed to be true; green tendrils were actually moving, undulating, extending from the pot, even as she watched.
Planted the seeds of friendship
with you
Our saplings sprang forth
quickly
Lush healthy
saplings
pushed up through
rich soil
By late spring they
flourished
But something
choked them
Despite
our hope.
You turned the soil with
your heart
I watered them with
my tears
Together
we laughed
Together
we toiled
By fall they
were dead
Something
bigger
than us
Just said
No.
Not Now
Erica
My mom wanted a brand new planter, but I couldn’t find one for cheap. I looked everywhere – the big box stores, the home and garden center near our house, even the cute nurseries with the beautiful flowers and one of vegetable seeds. Eventually, I found a planter with a good price – only it was cracked down the middle. Eventually, I just gave up and gave my mom a gift card. She didn’t seem to mind. At least, not to my face, she didn’t.
I don’t really know what to write about ?????? This is a weird word but it sounds like plants so let’s talk about plants. I am thankful for plants for providing me with oxygen. Plants are cool. My favorite ones are pink plants but are those even a thing or am i thinking of flowers. I’m so confused. This is a weird prompt someone help sos this is not turning out the way that I wanted it to
Planter rhymes with banter. On another note I’ve had a boring day, my ipad is on 6% and now it’s on 5%… Planter….4%
Peter Planted Pallets Pretending Plankton Possesed Puff’s Purple Purse Passing Poop
Once there was an old lady who lives with her granddaughter. Everyday the old lady waters her plants in the planter and hope that they will all bloom soon. They never did.
So the old lady goes to the marketplace near their Church and bought pink roses.
Once there was an old lady who lives with her granddaughter. Everyday the old lady waters her plants in the planter and hope that they will all bloom soon. They never did.
The old man walked down the rows of seeds, carefully planting down extra ones among those already there wherever there was extra space.
2, 3, 5, 7, 11, 13, 15…
that wasn’t right…
The masquerading seed exploded out of nowhere and dragged the man into the abyss.
She watered the planter every day. Some days it was hard since the plants had died months before but it was a ritual she refused to give up.
The planter hung along the window and the cat was stretched laying in it as pretty as she pleased enjoying the warmth of the afternoon sun.
She tripped on the damn planter once again. “I need to move that,” she mumbled under her breath as she searched for her house keys. “Damn bottomless purse! Why can’t I get my shit together?”
The little planter hung from the ceiling. Every day Hermione would grab a stool and check on the geraniums’ progress, making sure to water the pretty flowers. Her blonde hair would become streaked with dirt, and her glowing countenance would be enlightened with the sincerity of caring for something and fulfilling responsibility, combined with the pure fun of helping something grow and playing in the dirt.
It was a good answer. Solid by any definition. But it required very little critical thinking, and Courtney looked entirely too pleased with herself. Mrs. Baxter peered at the girl over her reading glasses. “Good answer, Courtney, but what do you think? Why does this even matter?” The girl’s mouth opened and closed in a moment of self-doubt, but eventually she found her voice. Mrs. Brown smiled, enjoying the fruit of the seeds she’d planted long ago.
planter is one who plants things
like trees, bushes etc
being planter is good thing to be, as planter lives a life nearer to nature so he is enriched with nature.
he has poss
he sowed the last of the seeds, carefully waterung them. he thought about his son, off on his singing tour. and his daughter, finally securing her phd in a subject that was once thought of as impossible for women. the seeds he sowed finally bore fruit
At your grave this morning…
it’s been a long while.
Forgive me,
I brought nothing
for the dirt
of your
planter.
One day in the middle of may my father and I go to our backyard with many seeds we have accuired and planted them in the box gardens we have. We become planters for a day.
He said ‘just put the bloomin thing in the planter’. She grappled and grabbed at the spider plant its tentacles tickling her hot cheek. She always flustered around him, his impatient stature rising up beside her was an ominous reminder of her own smallness. She put the oversized plant in the planter. Then reached for his spidery neck.
The planter had finished a full days worth of planting the new trees in Queen Elizabeth’s new garden. There were blossoms in the trees and rose bushes as well, poplar trees and hedges shaped like lollie pops.
I want peace on earth :)
I am just an overseas student who is struggling not to be kicked out from the Uni.
I have no idea what does this word means , but it seems to be related to something with plants , the person who plant something and hopes that it will grow even when he is not sure it will
“What is someone who tends the garden?” John asked his mom.
“A gardener. What do you think someone who plants plants is?” His mum replied.
“A planter?” John answered.
such a naïve boy, his mom thought.
planter.
What if coincidences
and twists of fate
were nothing more
than an employee
completing his tasks
for the day.
Is a planter a career?
A person who
moves your coffee to the right
so it spills on the floor
and the woman who
will capture your heart
hands you a napkin?
Was it a planter
who made you mistake
a chime for you phone
and you paused for a second
and was standing
waiting for him?
Do things of happenstance
just happen?
Or are there several
very successful planters
nearby?
I took his hand. We stared blissfully at our new home. This was our space now, even if it wasn’t perfect. The single plant in the corner made it feel more like home than I could have ever imagined. I sighed and leaned into him.
He didn’t tense up like he used to. His being comfortable around me made me so happy, I couldn’t put words to it.
She looked out the window with weary eyes. Her flower in the planter on the windowsill was pointed to the sun. She smiled.
We fall from the sky and bury ourselves in the soil, protecting our skin from the radiance. Time passes, our curled bodies break open like cocoons, stretching upwards through black soil and bursting into dawn. We curl upwards, green and white, unfurling and stretching and breathing the light.
He zig-zagged across the planters spread all over the front entry in random patterns. 80 days, the smiled at the struggle he went through, the feeling of pride deserve after accompling victory at a seemingly impossible task
Seed poked deep
dirtbound – rimmed with
ceramic crack of a planter
Nestled in, aching for the
wet heat of
rusty hose to
quench its
thirst, soften
and crack
and send it
sunward.
The ground was still warm from the freshly set sun, I clawed through the soft dirt, casting aside stray twigs and leaves until I had ample enough space to place my brand new oriental planter.
i’m sad, because you’re selfish
because you plant these memories and cherry blossom stained hands on my chest and then – and then- you’re so truly gone that it’s empty and the place within my rib cage where i would expect a cardiovascular muscle to be is also barren, oh so worn out, and i can’t hate you or promise myself that my heart will no longer beat for you —
John was a teacher by profession but he always like himself to be introduced as planter. He believes, he plants new ideas into brains of his young children. He worked very hard on his students so that he can nurture the planted ideas.
Is that dirt or freckles? he wonders, watching her from beneath the trees. Sunlight slides over her bare shoulders, spearing down towards the earth where she digs in her fingers. Her lap too is covered with dirt and suspiciously bodily roots.
She looks up suddenly, piercing him like sunlight.
“What are you doing over there in the shadows by yourself, Tommy?”
The nurses called her Planter. Never to her face, of course, but they called her that because that’s all she seemed to want to do.
It was a welcome change from all the other old, broken people. Dead from the neck up, still or paralysed from the neck down, but no matter what the weather was like, the one thing she lived for was her plants.
The sun smiled down on the earth that morning. I rolled up my sleeves and lifted the pots, carrying them into the back garden.
It had spilled overnight, and now seeds littered the ground in little clumps, picked apart by birds and wind alike. It was /her/ fault, I thought angrily. Always her fault. She couldn’t have left it, couldn’t have realized. I hated her, and as I hated a breeze came and scooped the remaining seeds away.
He was a planter, people generally thought he was into flowers but he wasn’t. People hired him to plant things in situations, to make operations go smoothly or to uncover unsavoury characters,. They were the type of situations you really wouldn’t want to get into but he got paid an awful lot of money so it was worthwhile.
The Planter was something of a conspicuous man. He would walk around in broad daylight, always carrying a shovel, and always seen with dirty trousers. People stop and stare, and a few who are bold enough approach him and ask “Why are your pants dirty?” The old man would smile, and reply, “Because I’m the Planter, and you can’t plant when you’re all fussy.”
People would think him strange, but I know better. The Planter is something of a work of art, of a handful of people that appreciate life for what it is, and why we live for it.
A planter is someone who plants. In other words, they place a seed into a fertile soil, nourish it until its maturity. They give the plant water, nutrition such as fertilizer, and ensure it’s properly sheltered. They may also be a metaphorical planter, such as an individual who places a concept into another’s mind.
Green things seemed to climb from the black plastic bowl. Surely they weren’t alive? Or, at least, not actually moving fast enough to be noted by the human eye?
But as Shirley moved closer, it seemed to be true; green tendrils were actually moving, undulating, extending from the pot, even as she watched.
Planted the seeds of friendship
with you
Our saplings sprang forth
quickly
Lush healthy
saplings
pushed up through
rich soil
By late spring they
flourished
But something
choked them
Despite
our hope.
You turned the soil with
your heart
I watered them with
my tears
Together
we laughed
Together
we toiled
By fall they
were dead
Something
bigger
than us
Just said
No.
Not Now
My mom wanted a brand new planter, but I couldn’t find one for cheap. I looked everywhere – the big box stores, the home and garden center near our house, even the cute nurseries with the beautiful flowers and one of vegetable seeds. Eventually, I found a planter with a good price – only it was cracked down the middle. Eventually, I just gave up and gave my mom a gift card. She didn’t seem to mind. At least, not to my face, she didn’t.