he had the engagement ring loosely tied around the stem of a single red rose. as he handed it to the most beautiful woman in the world, the silk ribbon slipped apart and the ring fell to the floor with a small “ping”. she smiled, retrieved it, and placed it carefully on her slender finger where it belonged.
The stem of a person or thing is something that keeps you grounded. Whether its a person, or a pet or a book, it doesn’t matter. It’s something that when you think you are going to go crazy and just want to leave, it helps you remember who you are and why you are living in the first place.
The stem poked out of the tissue paper, the jagged end of a beloved thing. He carried it carefully, ensuring no more exposure. She loved daisies, and he loved her.
there was a stem on a flower one day when i was walking in the park with my friend val. we were ironically enough talking about our favorite flowers and stems and how awesome the colors of stems were, whether they were brown or different shades of green. stems are great.
life blood of a plant, like our legs as we develop from childhood through life phases! Giving Springtime the energy in the flowers we love so much! The core of plant life…ok I love flowers! Stems reminded me of the joy I get from seeing them in bloom!
The stem was perhaps the most delicate place he could grasp the flower. With the exception of the petals, he knew the stem was the focal point of all of the plant’s energies.
Love stems from one’s desire to be loved and accepted. My yearning for success stems from seeing anyone working their hands to the bones for their entire lives. I would love to be successful.
Discontent stems from…well, I don’t know quite know exactly. Wanting more? but that sounds too simple to be true. Maybe it’s not that you want more but that what you have isn’t enough. Something’s missing. But is that the same thing as wanting more?
flowers flow by the sea, on a stem i see just a twig, nothing more, just a thin little eye sore, holding something so delicate, attached to some leaves, or are they attached to the stem, that are attached to me? i’ll never know.
Stems. I used to smoke weed, and there would be stems. When I bought reggs, stems would come out as well. I even smoked stems some of the times. I’m sure of it.
“Couldn’t figure out where the anxiety stemmed from so I turned to pills. Or my doctor turned me to them. Then turned me off, and its been an obscure ride since. How about you? Hooked on anything?”
The stem was dripping with dew from the morning. The flower on the tom wilted from the weight. Jenna plucked the wet stem from the ground and handed the flower to her mother. The stem of the flower was sticky at the end where it was plucked.
The flower stem tasted bad in my mouth. I broke it and then rubbed the juice on my arm. Maybe ill grow faster like that.
The flower grew up, reaching for the sky. Its dreams to be as tall as a tree never accomplished.
stem, its a support for a flower, the root of all problems, where the flowers burst from, without the stem, the flower would be nothing, yet stem doesn’t mean flower and nature, it can be math, a stem adn leaf plot for example. stem of problems as said above, a stem is green a stem is the reason why things breathe, a stem is the reason why a flower is a flower, why what would a flower be without its stem, its root, who would you be without you’re family, just another lost soul without anything to grow from, only heading down, there is no way to grow up when you have no support right?
She looks like such a strong child when she stands up for herself. But really, if you know her well enough, you know she is as delicate as a flower. Her secrets are her thorns, her hope is her stem, and her heart the bud, still waiting to bloom. My precious Rose.
Each arm stemmed out to another, all connecting in a circle around a warm, blazing campfire in the summer night. Everyone’s face lit with the orange glow from the flames that stemmed up from the charred wood.
what a misfortune to open a tiny bag
nice scent filling your nose
a green blob with little red hairs
to tug out the nug
and find
stems
a stem everywhere
which are crisp and crumble in your hands
and you realize this is a shitty bag
and this is really not poetic wow but STEMS IN MY WEED SUCK
i think of a flower maybe or stem cell research. i like flowers better they’re pretty. i wish i knew how to garden but that would require melting in the hot sun so that would suck. i like to look at them though, maybe i’ll stick with just walking through gardens. yeah, sounds like a plan to me. i like red flowers the best or yellow, but those mean sympathy which makes me sad. red is happy
Stem reminds me of a flower. A plant. At 5th Grade Camp I had to eat a flower. How I hated 5th Grade Camp. Yuck. It was horrible. I got homesick. But we did learn a song about a flower. Roots, stem, leaves, flower, fruits, and seeds. Repeat. Odd.
I saw the flowers, the leaves, and the stem. I knew this was the flower that I had been searching for. It was beyond perfect. The petals were shining so bright against everything else.
Where do the thoughts in my mind stem from? Previous experience? Is it biological? Hereditary? Situation? When i find their root, i can completely excavate them from my mind. A peaceful mind is what i crave…
The smooth stem is in my hands. It is commonly ignored due to its flamboyant neighbor, the flower. Yet it has something special about it too. Its long stalk is an enlightening chartreuse. And then it is ripped into two. It is no longer a perfect stem.
there was a flower in my back yard with a really long stem. realizing that in the next couple days it would bend over i picked it and put it in a vase inside my house. the flower was white and had lots of petals.
the stem of a flower is green. i have no idea what it is but stems confuse me beacause they remind me of broccoli for some reason and i dont like broccoli. also stems smell funny and stems are greeeeeeeennn ~~
The stem comes after the root of the problem. I’m currently at the stem and wonder what comes next because there can’t possibly be a flower to come from this.
I stem from you at night and I wonder often if a flower petal wishes she could break away as often as I do. Of course, we both would die without the stems that give us food and water and love
every flower grows from a stem. it’s what holds that flower together. it’s what keeps it standing when wanting to fall down. it’s what defines the height of the flower. we, in some ways, are like flowers, needing a strong support system, like the stem.
Growing taller with time, a skinny, green length from the ground used all the strength it could to try and grasp the sun. They all do, a plant’s goal in life is to reach the sun. The warmth is a helping hand that grabs and pulls on the youthful greens.
The stem of a flower is an important part. It helps it grow, bringing food and water to the top of the flower, making it the most beautiful it could be. In ways, I guess humans are like stems as well.
A stem is found in plants. Pretty much every plant has a stem. When I hear it I picture it green and sort of stubby. That’s really all. Stems are not that interesting to write about. ..
The beginning. The start of all things. It may be an event. It may be a movement. It may be the lack of something. Whatever it is, it leads to the rest. Where it goes from there is up to us. Where are you going? What is your stem? What is your catalyst?
he had the engagement ring loosely tied around the stem of a single red rose. as he handed it to the most beautiful woman in the world, the silk ribbon slipped apart and the ring fell to the floor with a small “ping”. she smiled, retrieved it, and placed it carefully on her slender finger where it belonged.
The stem of a person or thing is something that keeps you grounded. Whether its a person, or a pet or a book, it doesn’t matter. It’s something that when you think you are going to go crazy and just want to leave, it helps you remember who you are and why you are living in the first place.
The stem poked out of the tissue paper, the jagged end of a beloved thing. He carried it carefully, ensuring no more exposure. She loved daisies, and he loved her.
there was a stem on a flower one day when i was walking in the park with my friend val. we were ironically enough talking about our favorite flowers and stems and how awesome the colors of stems were, whether they were brown or different shades of green. stems are great.
life blood of a plant, like our legs as we develop from childhood through life phases! Giving Springtime the energy in the flowers we love so much! The core of plant life…ok I love flowers! Stems reminded me of the joy I get from seeing them in bloom!
Brains grow on stems. New petals of knowledge form each day while withered memories fall away with time.
The stem was perhaps the most delicate place he could grasp the flower. With the exception of the petals, he knew the stem was the focal point of all of the plant’s energies.
Love stems from one’s desire to be loved and accepted. My yearning for success stems from seeing anyone working their hands to the bones for their entire lives. I would love to be successful.
Discontent stems from…well, I don’t know quite know exactly. Wanting more? but that sounds too simple to be true. Maybe it’s not that you want more but that what you have isn’t enough. Something’s missing. But is that the same thing as wanting more?
flowers flow by the sea, on a stem i see just a twig, nothing more, just a thin little eye sore, holding something so delicate, attached to some leaves, or are they attached to the stem, that are attached to me? i’ll never know.
Stems. I used to smoke weed, and there would be stems. When I bought reggs, stems would come out as well. I even smoked stems some of the times. I’m sure of it.
“Couldn’t figure out where the anxiety stemmed from so I turned to pills. Or my doctor turned me to them. Then turned me off, and its been an obscure ride since. How about you? Hooked on anything?”
“I eat stem cells for super human powers.”
The stem was dripping with dew from the morning. The flower on the tom wilted from the weight. Jenna plucked the wet stem from the ground and handed the flower to her mother. The stem of the flower was sticky at the end where it was plucked.
The flower stem tasted bad in my mouth. I broke it and then rubbed the juice on my arm. Maybe ill grow faster like that.
The flower grew up, reaching for the sky. Its dreams to be as tall as a tree never accomplished.
stem, its a support for a flower, the root of all problems, where the flowers burst from, without the stem, the flower would be nothing, yet stem doesn’t mean flower and nature, it can be math, a stem adn leaf plot for example. stem of problems as said above, a stem is green a stem is the reason why things breathe, a stem is the reason why a flower is a flower, why what would a flower be without its stem, its root, who would you be without you’re family, just another lost soul without anything to grow from, only heading down, there is no way to grow up when you have no support right?
She looks like such a strong child when she stands up for herself. But really, if you know her well enough, you know she is as delicate as a flower. Her secrets are her thorns, her hope is her stem, and her heart the bud, still waiting to bloom. My precious Rose.
Each arm stemmed out to another, all connecting in a circle around a warm, blazing campfire in the summer night. Everyone’s face lit with the orange glow from the flames that stemmed up from the charred wood.
what a misfortune to open a tiny bag
nice scent filling your nose
a green blob with little red hairs
to tug out the nug
and find
stems
a stem everywhere
which are crisp and crumble in your hands
and you realize this is a shitty bag
and this is really not poetic wow but STEMS IN MY WEED SUCK
i think of a flower maybe or stem cell research. i like flowers better they’re pretty. i wish i knew how to garden but that would require melting in the hot sun so that would suck. i like to look at them though, maybe i’ll stick with just walking through gardens. yeah, sounds like a plan to me. i like red flowers the best or yellow, but those mean sympathy which makes me sad. red is happy
Stem reminds me of a flower. A plant. At 5th Grade Camp I had to eat a flower. How I hated 5th Grade Camp. Yuck. It was horrible. I got homesick. But we did learn a song about a flower. Roots, stem, leaves, flower, fruits, and seeds. Repeat. Odd.
Reminds me of AP Biology, the middle part of the flower or general plant.
I saw the flowers, the leaves, and the stem. I knew this was the flower that I had been searching for. It was beyond perfect. The petals were shining so bright against everything else.
from a stem i see myself start. i see how much ive grown. the journey is the joy. i dont know when i’ll stop.
Where do the thoughts in my mind stem from? Previous experience? Is it biological? Hereditary? Situation? When i find their root, i can completely excavate them from my mind. A peaceful mind is what i crave…
The smooth stem is in my hands. It is commonly ignored due to its flamboyant neighbor, the flower. Yet it has something special about it too. Its long stalk is an enlightening chartreuse. And then it is ripped into two. It is no longer a perfect stem.
there was a flower in my back yard with a really long stem. realizing that in the next couple days it would bend over i picked it and put it in a vase inside my house. the flower was white and had lots of petals.
the beginning of a flower leading up to the petals. leaves are attached to it. it’s green and comes from the ground.
the stem of a flower is green. i have no idea what it is but stems confuse me beacause they remind me of broccoli for some reason and i dont like broccoli. also stems smell funny and stems are greeeeeeeennn ~~
The stem comes after the root of the problem. I’m currently at the stem and wonder what comes next because there can’t possibly be a flower to come from this.
a stem is the bottom of a plant that is connected to the roots of a plant the stem is w
It starts as a single line
and from that line
it branches:
a leaf
a lake
a lineage
each one from an origin
each one from the same root.
I stem from you at night and I wonder often if a flower petal wishes she could break away as often as I do. Of course, we both would die without the stems that give us food and water and love
every flower grows from a stem. it’s what holds that flower together. it’s what keeps it standing when wanting to fall down. it’s what defines the height of the flower. we, in some ways, are like flowers, needing a strong support system, like the stem.
Growing taller with time, a skinny, green length from the ground used all the strength it could to try and grasp the sun. They all do, a plant’s goal in life is to reach the sun. The warmth is a helping hand that grabs and pulls on the youthful greens.
Stand by me. Stem was a commercial in my country about fashion brand. I remember it, it was with two girls on the rain with one red umbrella.
There were too many stems on the plant when I broke it down.
The stem of a flower is an important part. It helps it grow, bringing food and water to the top of the flower, making it the most beautiful it could be. In ways, I guess humans are like stems as well.
A stem is found in plants. Pretty much every plant has a stem. When I hear it I picture it green and sort of stubby. That’s really all. Stems are not that interesting to write about. ..
The beginning. The start of all things. It may be an event. It may be a movement. It may be the lack of something. Whatever it is, it leads to the rest. Where it goes from there is up to us. Where are you going? What is your stem? What is your catalyst?
The young boy picked up the withered flower by its stem and sadly disposed of it. The last memory of a fallen friend, gone but not forgotten.