wildflowers, in a prairie, beautiful and swaying in the wind. Like a beautiful sea, beckoning you to come and enjoy their presences, absorb their refined jubilance. Wildflowers
Alex
Not all flowers smell good, in fact some down right stink. Take the Corpse Lilly for example. And people argue the creation myth…why would God create a flower that stinks?
Luxpoison
Jumping down from the jet, Wildflower landed on both feet, with one hand to help support the impact.
“Let’s go team!” she commanded.
Standing up, she ran up to the nearest soldier and touched his mouth, the only exposed skin.
“Prepare for the trip of your life!” she watched as the man began to faint and walk around like a baby.
Andrew
a flower that is wild, huh…i guess that goes with the fact that most wildflowers are ones which are more beautiful than most garden ones. kinda philosophical, i guess. what sort of life is that? the wild ones are better than tame ones, it seems.
sagar mehta
the wildflower sat still on the beautiful sill…fading softly and wilting as the sun set…kind of like the young girl’s feelings for her home town. She looked at the horizon and saw something to explore…somewhere to go
Rebecca
it is something to be said about the beauty of a wild flower. Something God has created so beautiful in such a dark world. I am amazed at how HE keeps surprising me with little snippets of Himself all over this place. Rob Bell was right when he said this, “This world has God’s fingerprints all over it, not ours.” Thanks Rob for that, and thank you for reading
Tommy
sitting out in an open field, beautiful wildflowers everywhere. every size, shape and color…oh, the beautiful colors. the scent of the various flowers floating across the breeze. the ruffles of her pale cream-colored sundress float and she smiles as he tells her the beauty of the flowers could never compare to that which she possesses herself.
rebecca
Whipped around by the wind, petals tattered. The storm grows, and its petals begin to scatter down the highway. It is broken. Very broken, very sad. But it is still beautiful…It will bloom again.
Lauren
it’s like something marvellous crossing your ways to happyness. It’s like something you’ve never heared about, but so marvellous that seems like wild, dangerous unreachable, but maybe reallys ignificant to reach it one day.
hajer
Wildflowers in the fields of old, back when we accepted nature. Wildflowers on my bedroom wall, to make me feel closer to the past. Wildflowers by my bed at night, how I wish it could be so. Wildflowers in my dreams tonight, I wish to frolick through fields unmowed.
ArtemisPanthar
A place that’s natural – but unattended to, could be nature, could be invasive species, who knows? Sometimes just enjoy
George
is the name i gave my unicorn’s penis when it became erect. that is what it looked like. He bashfully shied away when he noticed that i had noticed the erection.
a
flowers that live in thewild. flowers are like trees which do not know the concept of time. they live in th epresent and the present is the only concept of reality. wildflowers live in the wild and they d o not kjnwo what civilazation is. they know not of computers, death, war, babies, diapersd
mariam
wildflowers
paint the field
where we lie
side by side
gazing at the clouds
their scent mingles
with yours
it’s a sweet chemistry
the long grass
tickles my ear
as I roll on my side
to face you
you look over at me
smile a slight,
beautiful smile
and pull me closer
beside you
your arms are warm
around me
in the cool
summer afternoon
I want to stay here forever
my eyes closed
among the wildflowers
Bonnie
The wildflowers on the hill reminded her so much of home. her father used to take her on wals on his day of. He had so few of those in those fdays. Hee was always off working but the days in thefield. those were special. In fact in was in that field that she saw her father for the last time.
Dustun
Running through fields, where freedom grows
and love blooms wildly, falling to the ground.
Nick Scotese
I think of huge purple flowers in the middle of a sunny field. Blond little girls in summer dresses picking them and running around laughing. My mothers garden at home.
Hannah
Field and fields, with the cliched couple running towards each other with open arms. Looks like a perfume commercial. Or a 70s movie. Or a 70s video. Purple, blue, orange, yellow, and white specs dot the tv screen as the dude with the porn star mustache and the chick with the Farrah Fawcett do make passionate love on top of a field of wildflowers.
Kate
pretty trees and a forest and hippies. A concert – Rothbury music festival- with beautiful music playing and fluffy clouds floating by like feathers overhead. A small wildflower tucked behind the ear of serendipity.
Dana
in the meadow cant stop waving in the wind so vibrant so colorful…maybe. beautiful in packs with its family and friends of so many different races. not caring about who or where they came from just knowing its there and you have to deal with it
dizzle
i have nothing.
as you have nothing.
as we are nothing….
fdot
like that verse in the bible that mark preached on one sunday. he said he found it in his wifes bible. it was the message version of the bible. it talked about God paying attention to the smallest things like wildflowers.. and then how he pays attention to us too. It was crazy. I went and marked it in my bible when I got home. and was sad when it was not the same words in the bible they gave me when i graduated. I love sunflowers especially.
Rachel
the initiation into wilderness. A threshold step into natural beauty. Something untamed, unresisting yet ubiquitous in its occurence as well as beauty. They represent a natural form of something oft abused by our commercial activities. Something we ought to find better than refined versions of the same. Representatives of the old, better order of things.
Vipul Nanda
a beautiful thing in the garden. it is a weed. they come in various colors and shapes. they are harmful to a garden. they grow everywhere. it is a type of flower but also a weed.
carie
Blowing in the breeze, petals fluttering like a flag in a storm. The winds were growing stronger as the clouds rolled across the sky. It was almost here, she thought…
sems
wildflower in the mist. i couldn’t notice it. then, when I almost did, it was eaten by a cow. a really huge and ugky one that was doing it looking to my eyes.
mau
that day in italy was one of the best of my life. Summer is such a brilliant time for love, and the wildlife around is so beautiful that you can’t help but feel the vibe. He walked up to me and said “can i just add something to your hair” and poked a wildflower into my hair, before saying “much better”.
Sticky
a wildflower is in the middle of a field it has absolutley no friends. it’s all alone. Noone knows what it is called, noone wants to know. for it is the one thing that noone knows.
emma
The fragrance of the flowers hurt your nostrils. The smell seeping straight inside you and pulling–tugging at some vein in your heart. Before you know you feel tears prickling in your eyes and you’re back in the past. There you were.. are standing in front of your old house.
bamba
i like to watch myself rolling in the wild flowers as the wind blows my hair towards you like it’s an unresistable atttraction. I can’t help but notivce the trees flying around in circles as i look into your eyes. It’s blissful and pergfect something I’ll never want to end…laying in the wildflowers
Brittney
i thnik of yosemite national park in the spring and summer time the lake was pretty the flowers were mwawesome there were mountains and there were trees and there qwere campers on the other side of the lake it was beautiful we hiked for sevens hours and there was this beautiful view and it was so pretty and i took a picture of the floweres and theere were hikers and there were hard rocks to climb and it was
Emily
i was thinking about all those trips between home and l.a. i wanted to stop and pick wildflowers, but we never did. i wonder if they are still there.
ali
a wildflower out in the wild was wildly winded around with wind. while the wind whipped the wildflower around, the wildflower was withdrawn from its water surrounded field.
lydia
Wild and free, pushing up through the cold hard earth. I envy the simplicity of the petals and the leaves growing so freely never wanting, never wondering their worth.
Michelle Heaven
wildflowers are pretty I like them i wish i had some pie. I gotta pee i dunno how wildflowers went to having to pee. how do you know when the time is up? I didn’t go to school today. it was canceled. I like chocolate milk. oh hey there’s a timer.
Roni
It grew beside the highway. I saw it there everynight while I drove home from work, achy and worn out from the day. The light blue petals seemed to shine through the impending dark. I always had the urge to reach out and pluck it, but I never got the nerve to pull the car over.
Bailey
I remember going to the wildlflower center in austin texas. I think wildflowers are the prettiest flowers there are, if you drive through the texas hill country at the right time of year, it’s a beautiful sight as the highways are lined with wildflowers all over. At one time these were nearly wiped out, but ladybird johnson crusaded for people to have more of an appreciation for them, and a greater appreciation was found. Today, the wildflower trail is one of the most popular springtime attractions in and around central texas.
John Barnes
a flower thagft grows in the desert and grows wildley all over the sand its called wildflower cause it grows like a wild plant but has a beatutifl flower growing out of it…i love the desert and wildflowers hthey make me horny
s d
I was once surrounded by a field of wildflowers. I’ve never been quite the same since.
wildflowers, in a prairie, beautiful and swaying in the wind. Like a beautiful sea, beckoning you to come and enjoy their presences, absorb their refined jubilance. Wildflowers
Not all flowers smell good, in fact some down right stink. Take the Corpse Lilly for example. And people argue the creation myth…why would God create a flower that stinks?
Jumping down from the jet, Wildflower landed on both feet, with one hand to help support the impact.
“Let’s go team!” she commanded.
Standing up, she ran up to the nearest soldier and touched his mouth, the only exposed skin.
“Prepare for the trip of your life!” she watched as the man began to faint and walk around like a baby.
a flower that is wild, huh…i guess that goes with the fact that most wildflowers are ones which are more beautiful than most garden ones. kinda philosophical, i guess. what sort of life is that? the wild ones are better than tame ones, it seems.
the wildflower sat still on the beautiful sill…fading softly and wilting as the sun set…kind of like the young girl’s feelings for her home town. She looked at the horizon and saw something to explore…somewhere to go
it is something to be said about the beauty of a wild flower. Something God has created so beautiful in such a dark world. I am amazed at how HE keeps surprising me with little snippets of Himself all over this place. Rob Bell was right when he said this, “This world has God’s fingerprints all over it, not ours.” Thanks Rob for that, and thank you for reading
sitting out in an open field, beautiful wildflowers everywhere. every size, shape and color…oh, the beautiful colors. the scent of the various flowers floating across the breeze. the ruffles of her pale cream-colored sundress float and she smiles as he tells her the beauty of the flowers could never compare to that which she possesses herself.
Whipped around by the wind, petals tattered. The storm grows, and its petals begin to scatter down the highway. It is broken. Very broken, very sad. But it is still beautiful…It will bloom again.
it’s like something marvellous crossing your ways to happyness. It’s like something you’ve never heared about, but so marvellous that seems like wild, dangerous unreachable, but maybe reallys ignificant to reach it one day.
Wildflowers in the fields of old, back when we accepted nature. Wildflowers on my bedroom wall, to make me feel closer to the past. Wildflowers by my bed at night, how I wish it could be so. Wildflowers in my dreams tonight, I wish to frolick through fields unmowed.
A place that’s natural – but unattended to, could be nature, could be invasive species, who knows? Sometimes just enjoy
is the name i gave my unicorn’s penis when it became erect. that is what it looked like. He bashfully shied away when he noticed that i had noticed the erection.
flowers that live in thewild. flowers are like trees which do not know the concept of time. they live in th epresent and the present is the only concept of reality. wildflowers live in the wild and they d o not kjnwo what civilazation is. they know not of computers, death, war, babies, diapersd
wildflowers
paint the field
where we lie
side by side
gazing at the clouds
their scent mingles
with yours
it’s a sweet chemistry
the long grass
tickles my ear
as I roll on my side
to face you
you look over at me
smile a slight,
beautiful smile
and pull me closer
beside you
your arms are warm
around me
in the cool
summer afternoon
I want to stay here forever
my eyes closed
among the wildflowers
The wildflowers on the hill reminded her so much of home. her father used to take her on wals on his day of. He had so few of those in those fdays. Hee was always off working but the days in thefield. those were special. In fact in was in that field that she saw her father for the last time.
Running through fields, where freedom grows
and love blooms wildly, falling to the ground.
I think of huge purple flowers in the middle of a sunny field. Blond little girls in summer dresses picking them and running around laughing. My mothers garden at home.
Field and fields, with the cliched couple running towards each other with open arms. Looks like a perfume commercial. Or a 70s movie. Or a 70s video. Purple, blue, orange, yellow, and white specs dot the tv screen as the dude with the porn star mustache and the chick with the Farrah Fawcett do make passionate love on top of a field of wildflowers.
pretty trees and a forest and hippies. A concert – Rothbury music festival- with beautiful music playing and fluffy clouds floating by like feathers overhead. A small wildflower tucked behind the ear of serendipity.
in the meadow cant stop waving in the wind so vibrant so colorful…maybe. beautiful in packs with its family and friends of so many different races. not caring about who or where they came from just knowing its there and you have to deal with it
i have nothing.
as you have nothing.
as we are nothing….
like that verse in the bible that mark preached on one sunday. he said he found it in his wifes bible. it was the message version of the bible. it talked about God paying attention to the smallest things like wildflowers.. and then how he pays attention to us too. It was crazy. I went and marked it in my bible when I got home. and was sad when it was not the same words in the bible they gave me when i graduated. I love sunflowers especially.
the initiation into wilderness. A threshold step into natural beauty. Something untamed, unresisting yet ubiquitous in its occurence as well as beauty. They represent a natural form of something oft abused by our commercial activities. Something we ought to find better than refined versions of the same. Representatives of the old, better order of things.
a beautiful thing in the garden. it is a weed. they come in various colors and shapes. they are harmful to a garden. they grow everywhere. it is a type of flower but also a weed.
Blowing in the breeze, petals fluttering like a flag in a storm. The winds were growing stronger as the clouds rolled across the sky. It was almost here, she thought…
wildflower in the mist. i couldn’t notice it. then, when I almost did, it was eaten by a cow. a really huge and ugky one that was doing it looking to my eyes.
that day in italy was one of the best of my life. Summer is such a brilliant time for love, and the wildlife around is so beautiful that you can’t help but feel the vibe. He walked up to me and said “can i just add something to your hair” and poked a wildflower into my hair, before saying “much better”.
a wildflower is in the middle of a field it has absolutley no friends. it’s all alone. Noone knows what it is called, noone wants to know. for it is the one thing that noone knows.
The fragrance of the flowers hurt your nostrils. The smell seeping straight inside you and pulling–tugging at some vein in your heart. Before you know you feel tears prickling in your eyes and you’re back in the past. There you were.. are standing in front of your old house.
i like to watch myself rolling in the wild flowers as the wind blows my hair towards you like it’s an unresistable atttraction. I can’t help but notivce the trees flying around in circles as i look into your eyes. It’s blissful and pergfect something I’ll never want to end…laying in the wildflowers
i thnik of yosemite national park in the spring and summer time the lake was pretty the flowers were mwawesome there were mountains and there were trees and there qwere campers on the other side of the lake it was beautiful we hiked for sevens hours and there was this beautiful view and it was so pretty and i took a picture of the floweres and theere were hikers and there were hard rocks to climb and it was
i was thinking about all those trips between home and l.a. i wanted to stop and pick wildflowers, but we never did. i wonder if they are still there.
a wildflower out in the wild was wildly winded around with wind. while the wind whipped the wildflower around, the wildflower was withdrawn from its water surrounded field.
Wild and free, pushing up through the cold hard earth. I envy the simplicity of the petals and the leaves growing so freely never wanting, never wondering their worth.
wildflowers are pretty I like them i wish i had some pie. I gotta pee i dunno how wildflowers went to having to pee. how do you know when the time is up? I didn’t go to school today. it was canceled. I like chocolate milk. oh hey there’s a timer.
It grew beside the highway. I saw it there everynight while I drove home from work, achy and worn out from the day. The light blue petals seemed to shine through the impending dark. I always had the urge to reach out and pluck it, but I never got the nerve to pull the car over.
I remember going to the wildlflower center in austin texas. I think wildflowers are the prettiest flowers there are, if you drive through the texas hill country at the right time of year, it’s a beautiful sight as the highways are lined with wildflowers all over. At one time these were nearly wiped out, but ladybird johnson crusaded for people to have more of an appreciation for them, and a greater appreciation was found. Today, the wildflower trail is one of the most popular springtime attractions in and around central texas.
a flower thagft grows in the desert and grows wildley all over the sand its called wildflower cause it grows like a wild plant but has a beatutifl flower growing out of it…i love the desert and wildflowers hthey make me horny
I was once surrounded by a field of wildflowers. I’ve never been quite the same since.
free and colorful
sweet
independent