The wildflower blossomed in the backyard as she had never done before. Her smell drifted through the air, little by little it enticed the passers-by to hold and stand still, wondering where that delicious fragrance emerged from. Most people where struck by the sheer beauty of it.
haec_am_so_blithe
Strands of hair whipped across my face, as she turned her head, laughing. So vivacious, her spirit was infectious, and I felt buoyed and refreshed as I had not for weeks. She was wild and joyous.
Claire
They are garish, sometimes. Mocking caricatures of the colors in our world. Red, yellow, violet-blue, all personified in the sprawling fields, without order or arrangement. Perhaps it is we who are the caricatures, our colors too dull.
tv
They grow in the fields. they are yellow and white and red, and our fireworks are mere images wanting to pose as the. Symmetrical. large, small, round, tall, the wildflower is what helps to sustain life. what are we humans but wildflowers among society?
J
there was a wildflower in the park. i didnt give a fuck about it, but sheila wanted me to bring it home with us. I left it on the couch. Not a very good place for a flower, maybe, but i didnt give a fuck about it remember?
alex
These wildflowers grow everywhere, all around me. Field covered, sun shining high in the sky. A distant tree beckons me, and I run to it in a flowing white sundress. The wildflowers smell beautiful and my hair is blowing in the wind. A cool breeze, smelling fresh and clean.
natasha
orange, a grass, beauty.
we walk and the wind blows my hair into my eyes, i can barely see you. you’re smiling and the light illuminates your eyes. you bend over, pluck a little piece of heaven and tuck it behind my ear. i smile, and feel your love.
Rachel
A wildflower is sweet as the rain, and like that rain it drips it’s dewy essence upon happy people as they reach down to rip it out of the ground by the root.
Sean
morning breaks and i quiver
winter hits, i shiver
never more to rise
to gaze on the skies
but for now i live forever
in the sun and summer
and i grow and live and love
gazing ever above
cassandra
Wildflowers are absolutely beautiful. If given the option, I would always choose them to give to my wife. We have a lot of wildflowers growing in Colorado. Columbines are beautiful.
Tiabnogard
A wildflower trembling in the wind… What was I supposed to do? The summer air was ripe in my lungs, we were young, and so was the night…
We ran through the cornfield screaming until we collapsed panting on top of each other… A carnal salute to the gods of blood red evening…
chris
Wildflowers grow by the side of the road. The sign warns not to cut them. What if we did, we passing drivers? Stopped for a moment, snipped a bouquet, and rolled on? It’s a public duty, thinning the herd. Get to it, scissors in hand. Save the allergy sufferers, pollen’s at hand.
Karl
if it wilts out of place from the rest of the patch, you know that this wildflower was attuned to a soul and not just another wildflower in the herd.
joe
following children in the midst of the morning, scruffing against her chin… I am the flower. I am.
Gently reach your hand towards it. Make the lust be reborn.
Clearly the inability of your intentions was forgotten.
Liz Roberts
colorful wild overgrown plant grow nature green pretty girly small
Carl Marx
A wildflower is pretty.
Elise
Wild flower is the strangest of co incidences. This was the pen name of my first love. It was wild flower30 .. it still is the best name. The name drives a flow of fresh energy.. it gives me my youth back. Today she is far far away.. and yet so close.
Pritam
Plucking villages, territories, planets, galaxies. What do they really know? Intelligent life, the interaction of bees. How far can they see? Deracination. Incineration. Reincarnation. How?
Ron
I’M LIKE A WILD FLOWER I’M LILY =) I M JUST WRITING NOW BUT HAVE NO CLUE WHAT TO PUT JUST TO SEE RESULTS BUT THIS SEEMS LIKE THE LONGEST 60 SCONDS EVER
LILY
i don’t quite like you and you the same. this here connection between you and me. the petiole of my existence. whats that place you call serenity. i’ve heard of no place, you know it only once and a while.
marianne secrest
BIG AND PRETTY LOVELY CRAZY WONDERFUL FULL OF LIFE YELLOW TALL WHITE WINDY SOFT HARD CORE BEAUTY TO EYE INDEPENDENT STANDS ON ITS OWN SIMPLICTY.
ASHLEY
beauty beyond comparison, untamed, different, resilient and tough not afraid to fight constantly alive and never out just because its wild doesn’t mean its not graceful and majestic if one is to bel
matt
grows in the wild, beautiful, wind blowing, serene, meadow, colorful, fragrant, clear blue skies, white clouds, tall green grass, ladybug, bumble bee
Kate
“wildflower(s)” was the title of an album by Thom Petty.
Wayno
Wayno
Wild flower is a kind of flower. they are probably found in forests. I am not sure if they feel soft or look beautiful. I guess they are hard but yet colorful and beautiful. They are very huge in size compared to normal flowers you find in your garden.
Kay
wildflower grows in wilderness ? no in fact they grow in countries like Australia and European countries on the pavements and gardens. It has a wild aroma and pleasant sense of smell is given by them. They are mostly used for perfumes. They have medicinal properties also.
Kumz
a wilfflower growing free from the eyes of other flowers such as the sun flower, daisy, rose and all other flowers which are known to those who must be known. Only the wildflower knows the true meaning of freedom as it cannot be seen by the eyes of the watchful. Wild as the winds that carry it through morning and night.
Natalie
I see them on the side of the road, in all their beautiful, glory; sort of like God’s Disney World. Some wildflowers are hypnotic, not just in look, but in essence; if you try to smoke them you know what I mean.
bill
Wildflowers grow so beautifully along hillsides or roads and highways. To see them in an environment of asphault and concrete is a breath of fresh air. It’s the little bit of nature found
Amy
gone is the time when we lost in the fog and once we were fresh and lost in the fog. I can’t bring back the fog, i wonder if you could, maybe, one of these days when I’m tired, we’re tired, long ago right? So this is why.
J
s are beautiful especially in the waning light on the side of a mountain and your tired and really all you want is chocolate
will Henry
i am a wildflower. growing the the fields. i am thirsting for more water– it is too hot here. i love to see the sun shining down on me. it makes me feel safe. if i were to run away, i would not live, for i stick to my roots. my family is where i belong. i am beautiful. i am pink and orange. growing crazy in the woods. i love the animals around. they are sweet to me and love me so.
elle
As a girl I always dreamed that I’d get to wander through a field of wildflowers. There are so many amazing varieties that no one could truly choose a favorite. Wildflowers are fragile and yet study… they are the ultimate image of woman!
Tracy
They wave in the breezes. Purple-blue heads nodding as though to appreciate my presence. I bow back. What wonderful sights behold the spring explorers. Truly no flower beats that of the wild, the deep, the honest, the rare and unexplored.
Elaine
The wildflowers were blooming in the summer garden and the wind was blowing like a few minutes before a storm and we stood, kissing, holding eachother, feeling our heartbeats together as one. I love you!!
Michael
it is summer out now. we’ve never spent summer together and the wind here is unnerving. you have to stop smiling like that. i’ll take you down there, soon, to the water where the wildflowers are, i promise. next summer.
jb
The sun shone brightly through the trees. breaking through the deep silence filling the air. as the sun gently caresses the ground it falls upon a gentle wildflower, stretching in the morning light.
Kathy
The wildflower grows, distant but strong
It need not be tamed, for it has its fame
A rebel, unyeilding while its brethen all die
Josh
i wish i had a wildflower i could call my own. one from someone sweet enough to show me love. i wish i could stop this thing from building up inside, and all it would take is a single wildflower from you.
Cerina
I guess that day meant more to me than I first believed. As we walked through the front door, and sat down in the kitchen Melissa grabbed a vass from under the sink and filled it with water. In it, she placed the single wildflower we had picked earlier that day. I still have that flower. but it has since died.
The wildflower blossomed in the backyard as she had never done before. Her smell drifted through the air, little by little it enticed the passers-by to hold and stand still, wondering where that delicious fragrance emerged from. Most people where struck by the sheer beauty of it.
Strands of hair whipped across my face, as she turned her head, laughing. So vivacious, her spirit was infectious, and I felt buoyed and refreshed as I had not for weeks. She was wild and joyous.
They are garish, sometimes. Mocking caricatures of the colors in our world. Red, yellow, violet-blue, all personified in the sprawling fields, without order or arrangement. Perhaps it is we who are the caricatures, our colors too dull.
They grow in the fields. they are yellow and white and red, and our fireworks are mere images wanting to pose as the. Symmetrical. large, small, round, tall, the wildflower is what helps to sustain life. what are we humans but wildflowers among society?
there was a wildflower in the park. i didnt give a fuck about it, but sheila wanted me to bring it home with us. I left it on the couch. Not a very good place for a flower, maybe, but i didnt give a fuck about it remember?
These wildflowers grow everywhere, all around me. Field covered, sun shining high in the sky. A distant tree beckons me, and I run to it in a flowing white sundress. The wildflowers smell beautiful and my hair is blowing in the wind. A cool breeze, smelling fresh and clean.
orange, a grass, beauty.
we walk and the wind blows my hair into my eyes, i can barely see you. you’re smiling and the light illuminates your eyes. you bend over, pluck a little piece of heaven and tuck it behind my ear. i smile, and feel your love.
A wildflower is sweet as the rain, and like that rain it drips it’s dewy essence upon happy people as they reach down to rip it out of the ground by the root.
morning breaks and i quiver
winter hits, i shiver
never more to rise
to gaze on the skies
but for now i live forever
in the sun and summer
and i grow and live and love
gazing ever above
Wildflowers are absolutely beautiful. If given the option, I would always choose them to give to my wife. We have a lot of wildflowers growing in Colorado. Columbines are beautiful.
A wildflower trembling in the wind… What was I supposed to do? The summer air was ripe in my lungs, we were young, and so was the night…
We ran through the cornfield screaming until we collapsed panting on top of each other… A carnal salute to the gods of blood red evening…
Wildflowers grow by the side of the road. The sign warns not to cut them. What if we did, we passing drivers? Stopped for a moment, snipped a bouquet, and rolled on? It’s a public duty, thinning the herd. Get to it, scissors in hand. Save the allergy sufferers, pollen’s at hand.
if it wilts out of place from the rest of the patch, you know that this wildflower was attuned to a soul and not just another wildflower in the herd.
following children in the midst of the morning, scruffing against her chin… I am the flower. I am.
Gently reach your hand towards it. Make the lust be reborn.
Clearly the inability of your intentions was forgotten.
colorful wild overgrown plant grow nature green pretty girly small
A wildflower is pretty.
Wild flower is the strangest of co incidences. This was the pen name of my first love. It was wild flower30 .. it still is the best name. The name drives a flow of fresh energy.. it gives me my youth back. Today she is far far away.. and yet so close.
Plucking villages, territories, planets, galaxies. What do they really know? Intelligent life, the interaction of bees. How far can they see? Deracination. Incineration. Reincarnation. How?
I’M LIKE A WILD FLOWER I’M LILY =) I M JUST WRITING NOW BUT HAVE NO CLUE WHAT TO PUT JUST TO SEE RESULTS BUT THIS SEEMS LIKE THE LONGEST 60 SCONDS EVER
i don’t quite like you and you the same. this here connection between you and me. the petiole of my existence. whats that place you call serenity. i’ve heard of no place, you know it only once and a while.
BIG AND PRETTY LOVELY CRAZY WONDERFUL FULL OF LIFE YELLOW TALL WHITE WINDY SOFT HARD CORE BEAUTY TO EYE INDEPENDENT STANDS ON ITS OWN SIMPLICTY.
beauty beyond comparison, untamed, different, resilient and tough not afraid to fight constantly alive and never out just because its wild doesn’t mean its not graceful and majestic if one is to bel
grows in the wild, beautiful, wind blowing, serene, meadow, colorful, fragrant, clear blue skies, white clouds, tall green grass, ladybug, bumble bee
“wildflower(s)” was the title of an album by Thom Petty.
Wayno
Wild flower is a kind of flower. they are probably found in forests. I am not sure if they feel soft or look beautiful. I guess they are hard but yet colorful and beautiful. They are very huge in size compared to normal flowers you find in your garden.
wildflower grows in wilderness ? no in fact they grow in countries like Australia and European countries on the pavements and gardens. It has a wild aroma and pleasant sense of smell is given by them. They are mostly used for perfumes. They have medicinal properties also.
a wilfflower growing free from the eyes of other flowers such as the sun flower, daisy, rose and all other flowers which are known to those who must be known. Only the wildflower knows the true meaning of freedom as it cannot be seen by the eyes of the watchful. Wild as the winds that carry it through morning and night.
I see them on the side of the road, in all their beautiful, glory; sort of like God’s Disney World. Some wildflowers are hypnotic, not just in look, but in essence; if you try to smoke them you know what I mean.
Wildflowers grow so beautifully along hillsides or roads and highways. To see them in an environment of asphault and concrete is a breath of fresh air. It’s the little bit of nature found
gone is the time when we lost in the fog and once we were fresh and lost in the fog. I can’t bring back the fog, i wonder if you could, maybe, one of these days when I’m tired, we’re tired, long ago right? So this is why.
s are beautiful especially in the waning light on the side of a mountain and your tired and really all you want is chocolate
i am a wildflower. growing the the fields. i am thirsting for more water– it is too hot here. i love to see the sun shining down on me. it makes me feel safe. if i were to run away, i would not live, for i stick to my roots. my family is where i belong. i am beautiful. i am pink and orange. growing crazy in the woods. i love the animals around. they are sweet to me and love me so.
As a girl I always dreamed that I’d get to wander through a field of wildflowers. There are so many amazing varieties that no one could truly choose a favorite. Wildflowers are fragile and yet study… they are the ultimate image of woman!
They wave in the breezes. Purple-blue heads nodding as though to appreciate my presence. I bow back. What wonderful sights behold the spring explorers. Truly no flower beats that of the wild, the deep, the honest, the rare and unexplored.
The wildflowers were blooming in the summer garden and the wind was blowing like a few minutes before a storm and we stood, kissing, holding eachother, feeling our heartbeats together as one. I love you!!
it is summer out now. we’ve never spent summer together and the wind here is unnerving. you have to stop smiling like that. i’ll take you down there, soon, to the water where the wildflowers are, i promise. next summer.
The sun shone brightly through the trees. breaking through the deep silence filling the air. as the sun gently caresses the ground it falls upon a gentle wildflower, stretching in the morning light.
The wildflower grows, distant but strong
It need not be tamed, for it has its fame
A rebel, unyeilding while its brethen all die
i wish i had a wildflower i could call my own. one from someone sweet enough to show me love. i wish i could stop this thing from building up inside, and all it would take is a single wildflower from you.
I guess that day meant more to me than I first believed. As we walked through the front door, and sat down in the kitchen Melissa grabbed a vass from under the sink and filled it with water. In it, she placed the single wildflower we had picked earlier that day. I still have that flower. but it has since died.