Best Stem Poems
I am an ephemeral purple flower, a rare variety,
named as most beautiful!
Did that arouse adoration to a mother’s heart?
She chose the name for her baby in the womb,
She thought, my name suits best for her girl
Who was going to arrive soon!
My name kindled her imagination…and she
remembered the Princess of Malawa in disguise,
the enchanting dancer and heroine of Sanskrit classic...
Prince Agnimitra enamoured by her
beauty, grace and talents - happy ending to the historical
Romance, although after gripping intrigue!
Part of my name indicates a garland, usually
used for worship ….to the mother I symbolized
all the traits - kindness, strength, wisdom, and grace...
she wished her daughter to possess!
The most popular educational trend
Courses labeled as ‘STEM’
Science, Technology, Engineering, Math
Offerings that lead to destruction and wrath
Nuclear fusion and fission they aid and abet
Not to mention ‘AI,’ which’ll destroy us all yet
The more ‘modern conveniences’ we have, the more harried we are
Ask folks who bicycle, glad they ditched cars
Perhaps we can teach the next generation
how best to avoid war through negotiation
Failing that, mankind seems doomed to stagnation
In between the mountains
A thinny tree stem
On it I am
Ones pillar of strength
Edging towards it's flower
On reaching their join
Rich scented petals in bloom
Where the stem and the Rose meet
.
Taken by she, held
Stem of growth fuelled to full
Encapsulated
Lusting combustion ignites
They, loves explosion anoints
.
*** A DAISY TALE ***
A single, wild, tiny daisy
Less than a thumbnail in size, swaying side to side
In the slight, burning whiffs of a summer’s breeze,
Growing out from next to the house,
From the corner where the front and side
gray, stone walls of the house meet.
She climbs her way on out fron beneath a thick, brambly
Weed-Bush that is quite hell-bent on strangling
Any beauty growing in its proximity, and between
Whose many snappy twigs, the wild daisy had grown, sprouting
Her skinny stem up from the gravelly dirt, to rise, threading
Through the Weed Bush’s many twig limbs, until she cleared
Out above it, to be now taller than the house’s front stoop, onto
Which it takes three steps to stand. And, bobbing close to
Which she now gloried — near no others of her kind — alone —
With only five leaves sticking out from her stem
And showing off her golden center, smaller
Than the nail of a newborn baby’s pinky finger; leaves and flower angled
To face the sun: their light…her direction, in that moment,
Noon-centered overhead in the cerelean blue, July sky. Tiny, stalwart
Wild daisy, without fragrance (except perhaps to bees);
With her several minute white petals, sized
Like the absolute tips of toothpicks. The eptome of dainty.
Delicate, delightful. Perfect for a child’s braided
Daisy chain, if only there were more there of her;
Or a lovely pick for a dining table bouquet centerpiece
If only she were very, very much larger…Still,
She’d reached her fated height, standing proudly straight,
Just beyond the shadows laying across the yard,
Showing the peaks of some nearby giant pines,
Who always joined with her to hum Mother Nature’s dusk lullabies
While the listening heavens smiled.
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This is a Narrative poem form, (with the daisy possibly
being a metaphor for someone you know?)
(c) sally young eslinger 6/19/2023
Thanks be to God
My children are a beautiful rose
I am the thorny stem.
I was a young bride
with no home of my own
mistreated and forced to abide
I left my children behind....
Their fate was to be with out
always longing for our brief moments together
They always excepted me with out a doubt.
Destiny did not abandon them
it provided a firm bond between them
Now that I've come home to stay
The Lord has taken me away
In Heaven I will wait for them.
Madre mia, your mistaken
you may have seen yourself as a thorny stem
we saw you as our own precious jem
Your fiery and vibrant soul The Lord has taken
Our unforgettable memories of you can not be taken
we will hold on to them until we reunite again.
Final chapter,
Shadow cast,
Time is now,
Soon is last,
Given all to all,
Protection and love,
Close, the lesser known,
More than he above,
A listening ear,
A hand to lend,
Nought to sixty,
Be it guardian or friend,
But, tired is mind,
As Pages turn,
Life's lessons,
Mine to learn,
So, to take a breath,
Self needs love,
Less is more ,
Stem flow of blood,
Fragile Stems
The fragile stems that were
unnoticed, broke out from the underground
found their way to the earth surface
and smiled to sun for the first time
They were embracing the warmth of it.
Their inside out showed bellies of
cream yellow colour in their stems.
looking closely, these plants are full of energy and then
they look at the future with no uncertainty.
One can say they are alive, strong,warm, soft and good.
A Creator knows them.
People saw this event and
they had paid attention to small scientific details.
Scientist asked questions like
how could this happen,
from
questionnaires
people were unconscious of.
unconsciously a plant growth can crack solid gravel,
How can Soft stem goes up despite that the earth's crust is course and solid?
these questions industrial people
never want to think of,
they said
how can these help you to rise,
and how can thee think of this,
is this for educated elite to think of?
because it what the Maslow hierarchy said?
'never shall be self actualization without first having butter and a bread'
what i know about this plant growth
it is a
Astonishing sight.
This is powerful works of God.
fragile stems oh fragile plants
when i stand there i see them,
and from outside the Atmosphere
through the satellite view images
i see them
as green carpet of this Earth
i see you mostly the partly the Green marble,
i see myself so small
to your works,
Green plants oh green leaves with
pure aroma.
these what they contribute
to sustainable community development,
the imperative
of human and animals!
"If you asked me to sacrifice my daughter
So that I could live just a little bit longer,
Then I'd have to say you're just treading water.
You really can't swim in this world like a father."
"If you asked me to sacrifice my daughter
So that I could live just a little bit longer,
Then I'd have to say you're just treading water.
You'd kill all the earth just to feel a bit stronger."
'I'd never ask you to snuff your daughter.
I feel your pain, I feel it also.
My daughter with Parkinson's is just treading water,
With stems she could swim and live even more so.'
The battle for a future, the battle is here.
Poor people without health care, do you even care?
The color for me is red, just like the beautiful red rubies. Red looks best on me, the color keeps me from being moody.
I never wore lipstick color like red rubies, I did not want to look old. A pretty pink is for the young, this is what I was told.
I bought a gift just for me, it was a real gem. a flower pin in the box, with roses of red rubies on a stem.
I wear my pink lipstick all the time, I want to stay looking young. My special gift of red rubies I wear, I love you red rubies is on my tongue.
Date Written: 7/5/2020
This building is burning to the ground.
Save the old man or save the baby we found?
"He knows what TV is, he's already going down."
there is always a breakaway stem
that makes your life more colorful
the abstract art inspires you to think differently
the many different parts influences you to try different points of transit
you want to run, but the authenticity pulls you back in
via the many sudden light bulbs dinging off in your head,
now you too are a breakaway stem yearning for many a new realm
Long Stem Red Rose
It was her favorite
she was going to use them
in her wedding.
But today we are laying them
on her grave,
Why do things like this happen?
to such a beautiful young lady.
Why did she take her own life?
What caused her to change?
They said, in the room where she was found
there were long stem red roses everywhere.
There was one rose with a note,
He laid, cheated, stole
and most of all he was married.
I am tired, I most go now.
Let him live with it.
The cloud-enshrined sun
The waves leaching away the sand
A whole world undone
Rose rayonnante de perle
Soleil soudé aux nuages
Un sourire de mère
Mussed baby petals
A rose-stem cut ere the thorn
A life rudely shorn