I love them. I realized when I was in Maine, that the lupines are the true wildflower that I love the best. They are so beautiful, with their colorful petals just waving in the Maine wind. I want to be there right now. I want to see those lupines, on rt. 1 or on the ramp leading to the expressway, I want to see those Maine wildflowers again. Lupines.
JoAnn
when i think of wildflowers, i think of sunshine and beautiful sunny days. I think of running through fields or cruising down the highway listening to good music with wonderful friends. i have so many memories that i associate with wildflowers; poppies are my favorite.
giabella
i like flowers. sometimes i think the pretiest flowers are…weeds. because they’re random and stuff….and..umm…dasiys;they’re awesome too
kim
ohhh… pretty… my dad has a place… a townhouse in a complex named wildflower…
wildflowers are pretty, too… the actual flower kind… make me think of happy things… sunny days and mountains and fresh air… and places distant from my mundane, bland, generally unhappy days…. pretty pretty things… wilderness and smelly… good smelly… and more of the same comes to mind… really….
Nicolas
The wildflowers of Kansas are quite beautiful. Purple petals caressed by the wind. Tensile strength hold them erect despite all the forces of nature impressing upon them. Beautiful. Beauty, they say, is in the eye of the beholder.
John Long
colorful brilliant days of the wildflower bloom and grow amongst the sun and breeze. Days by the wall quietly growing. No one notices but the WILD flower is front and center. Think of dancing and days past as the wildflower dresses your dreams in romance and spring.
abby
A flower, wild and free. Uninhibited by the hustle and bustle of modern life.
This is a town mouse, no city mouse. Nay, even “town” is too much to say. Farm mouse.
Thistles are its neighbors; tall grass its friends
Sam
wildflower man- hair like that tree we both had to touch, it was surprisingly soft and you were surprisingly shy. is your phone not working. i want to know you and fall in love with you i miss love and you are full of poetry, music, art, ideas, enthusiasm. id like to see things with you. please, call me. lets explore tomorrow.
t
wind brushes their petals, like a soothing lullaby on a colorful sea. oh how simple…
simple beauty.
purple and yellow
pink and blue
Emma
pretty
smells gooos
bright
outside
love
radical
amazing
beautiful
tori
I think someone used to call me wildflower when i was little. But I’m not entirely sure… I know once my exboyfriends dad ran over my favorite pair of flip flops while i was making a necklace out of wildflowers. Lets not call me that.
Alena
Wildflowers are like bright smiles, winking at you from the side of the road. Wildflowers are rainbows that come down in the shape of petals. Ooooh thank you thank you thank you delicate, hearty, fleeting wildflowers.
Emma Todd
fields of wildflowers all blowing in the wind. It is a warm sunny day. the sky is blue, white clouds hover above. Bees buzz around
ryan
nothing brings me closer to the soul of the earth than a wildflower. they gently tickle my life force to life as i sniff their intoxicating aroma. awaken my senses, o wonder of this world; you simple pleasure.
jillie anne
The field rippled in the wind. Jane bent and picked at the plants that lay there. Grass, weeds, the occasional dirty flower bud. She stood, always a wild one that Jane, and headed towards the abandoned barn. She crept inside through the shattered door. Light streamed in through holes in the walls.
Chapin Boyer
wildflower
bumble honey
red clover
it’s all god
Reb
yellow growing on the side of the road as cars fly by
jennifer
She ran across the field. She didn’t stop to hear the birds or look up at the sky or wonder why she was running. She ran, panicked. She had to get there first. She had to be the one who reached the goal.
Her red hair flared and flopped around her face. Her feet had begun to ache. She ran and ran and lunged. Her hand reached out and grabbed it. It shifted beyond her reach.
The buzzer rang. The game was over.
She had missed the wildflower. She would be next to die.
JDNT
wildflowers bloom in the spring. oh what beauties the world has in store for us. God’s splendor radiates throughout all the earth. Glory to the maker of all these beautiful things. If wildflowers are this beautiful, just imagine how beautiful we are to Him.
Lauren Ratcliffe
out in the plains I go, freely, down to the wildflowers where the grow. Down by the bluest river drops and I with sullen feeling, toes dig and plant wildflowers to sow.
nicole plante
wildflowers grow along the highway and atre so wild and crazy but simply beautiful with lots of natural beauty. they give places a country, homely type of air and are very nice to look at.they come in various colors and styles but are nonetheless very nice to look at and provide amazing scenery when you’re roadtripping.
saleema
On the top of the hill there were only a few but in the surronding valley there were many of many colors and even tectures. On can’t smell them but one can savor them in your eyes and in your imagination.
Robert Bellino
I once lived a filed of stones. piles of bricks lay rivers of rainstorms. there were many flowers. we played dress up and briaded hair of long bridges. bridges of hair. we feel into the stones and died.
Olivia Mardwig
The wildflower sat on the window sill, where i had placed inside a jar. Grandmother Sickles stared at outside. Trees whistled to her. They said, that she had only a few moments left. Why not make the best of it. But she…couldn’t. Grandpa Sickles was coming home soon. He wouldn’t notice that she was gone.
Christine
Wildflower in a field alone among the weeds standing tall proud of its unique beauty alone co
Vanessa Nelson
I think wildflowers are so delicate and naturally beautiful. I would like bouquets of them in every room in my house.
Kathy
A wildflower was tucked behind my ear and I kept walking, the weeds high, swished across my thighs. The sun beat warmly against my hair and i squinted into it as I glanced around, trying to find…
pagalina
like a wildflower i will blossom sunlights to grow you a new soul. root me violet with violent sunrays. fire will replace water one of these days.
phil
free
as the wind
as the birds
in tapestry skies.
free
as could ever be
as could ever want
on land or sea.
free
and wild
and raw
but beautiful in its own right.
Nu Sol
She was like a beautiful wildflower, untamed and completely impossible -to- tame. She brushed her golden hair over her shoulder, and people stared. That’s just the kind of girl she was, and everyone loved her. But really, what kind of person was she? No one really knew, and perhaps they preferred to stay in their delusions.
Dai
wildflower leaves me
when i sleep
leaves me sleepless,
twitching cold and tangible
uncovered toes
like hidden roses
weeping
ashley mac
I can’t. Nothing’s coming out. You know once when I was a kid. I was in second grade and Jeffrey Kindle sat right behind me and everyday at recess he forgot to use the bathroom so he’d come in and say he needed to use the bathroom and she caught onto it and he threw up and LaMar said HEEEEEYY
LAMMY
wildflower,
unbridled as the voices that whisper things will
never get better
wildflower, bitter sweet
there’s no order in beauty
Lo
There was a wild flower that lived in the snow. It grew that way and didn’t have anywhere else to go. The other flowers made jokes about the snowbell. But he told them all to go to hell.
Tiffany
once i was landscaping and a woman cut out all the wildflowers from a wildflower plot because she said they didn’t look orderly enough.
i didn’t quite understand — these people who want to order their landscapes like they order their dishes in the cupboard, who seek perfect dominion over nature, constantly striving for some imagined authenticity, an illusion of control, when in reality they create simulacrum after simulacrum, copies without any originals. computers. cyborgs. when the wildflowers are gone we’ll know we’ve lost ourselves with them.
treeclimber
I used to have the best commute down Rt 83 and some days the simple pleasure of seeing the wildflowers undulating in the wind could change the current of my day.–I don’t see those flowers anymore but I do see you.
Adeline Dozer
pretty. It’s pretty and it reminds me of Holly. It reminds me of going to girl scout camp and eating the stuff at the bottom the the wildflower plants. It made me sick if I ate too many. They can grow in a lot of places. On the side of the mountains that have been carved by glaciers they have some really pretty ones.
Etta
do you see me as you race past? crumpled beneath the tires of your car. the wildflowers are gone, the wildflowers are gone. racing me, racing you.
ali
as she look out upon the eternal fields of gold, her mind was cast back years. She grew up among these wildflowers and now, in the auntumn of her life, she knew her granddaughter would too.
conor
Wild flower is a kind of flower that lives in the bush and is very pretty usualy.I really like wild flowers because there have a preety tinge.
I love them. I realized when I was in Maine, that the lupines are the true wildflower that I love the best. They are so beautiful, with their colorful petals just waving in the Maine wind. I want to be there right now. I want to see those lupines, on rt. 1 or on the ramp leading to the expressway, I want to see those Maine wildflowers again. Lupines.
when i think of wildflowers, i think of sunshine and beautiful sunny days. I think of running through fields or cruising down the highway listening to good music with wonderful friends. i have so many memories that i associate with wildflowers; poppies are my favorite.
i like flowers. sometimes i think the pretiest flowers are…weeds. because they’re random and stuff….and..umm…dasiys;they’re awesome too
ohhh… pretty… my dad has a place… a townhouse in a complex named wildflower…
wildflowers are pretty, too… the actual flower kind… make me think of happy things… sunny days and mountains and fresh air… and places distant from my mundane, bland, generally unhappy days…. pretty pretty things… wilderness and smelly… good smelly… and more of the same comes to mind… really….
The wildflowers of Kansas are quite beautiful. Purple petals caressed by the wind. Tensile strength hold them erect despite all the forces of nature impressing upon them. Beautiful. Beauty, they say, is in the eye of the beholder.
colorful brilliant days of the wildflower bloom and grow amongst the sun and breeze. Days by the wall quietly growing. No one notices but the WILD flower is front and center. Think of dancing and days past as the wildflower dresses your dreams in romance and spring.
A flower, wild and free. Uninhibited by the hustle and bustle of modern life.
This is a town mouse, no city mouse. Nay, even “town” is too much to say. Farm mouse.
Thistles are its neighbors; tall grass its friends
wildflower man- hair like that tree we both had to touch, it was surprisingly soft and you were surprisingly shy. is your phone not working. i want to know you and fall in love with you i miss love and you are full of poetry, music, art, ideas, enthusiasm. id like to see things with you. please, call me. lets explore tomorrow.
wind brushes their petals, like a soothing lullaby on a colorful sea. oh how simple…
simple beauty.
purple and yellow
pink and blue
pretty
smells gooos
bright
outside
love
radical
amazing
beautiful
I think someone used to call me wildflower when i was little. But I’m not entirely sure… I know once my exboyfriends dad ran over my favorite pair of flip flops while i was making a necklace out of wildflowers. Lets not call me that.
Wildflowers are like bright smiles, winking at you from the side of the road. Wildflowers are rainbows that come down in the shape of petals. Ooooh thank you thank you thank you delicate, hearty, fleeting wildflowers.
fields of wildflowers all blowing in the wind. It is a warm sunny day. the sky is blue, white clouds hover above. Bees buzz around
nothing brings me closer to the soul of the earth than a wildflower. they gently tickle my life force to life as i sniff their intoxicating aroma. awaken my senses, o wonder of this world; you simple pleasure.
The field rippled in the wind. Jane bent and picked at the plants that lay there. Grass, weeds, the occasional dirty flower bud. She stood, always a wild one that Jane, and headed towards the abandoned barn. She crept inside through the shattered door. Light streamed in through holes in the walls.
wildflower
bumble honey
red clover
it’s all god
yellow growing on the side of the road as cars fly by
She ran across the field. She didn’t stop to hear the birds or look up at the sky or wonder why she was running. She ran, panicked. She had to get there first. She had to be the one who reached the goal.
Her red hair flared and flopped around her face. Her feet had begun to ache. She ran and ran and lunged. Her hand reached out and grabbed it. It shifted beyond her reach.
The buzzer rang. The game was over.
She had missed the wildflower. She would be next to die.
wildflowers bloom in the spring. oh what beauties the world has in store for us. God’s splendor radiates throughout all the earth. Glory to the maker of all these beautiful things. If wildflowers are this beautiful, just imagine how beautiful we are to Him.
out in the plains I go, freely, down to the wildflowers where the grow. Down by the bluest river drops and I with sullen feeling, toes dig and plant wildflowers to sow.
wildflowers grow along the highway and atre so wild and crazy but simply beautiful with lots of natural beauty. they give places a country, homely type of air and are very nice to look at.they come in various colors and styles but are nonetheless very nice to look at and provide amazing scenery when you’re roadtripping.
On the top of the hill there were only a few but in the surronding valley there were many of many colors and even tectures. On can’t smell them but one can savor them in your eyes and in your imagination.
I once lived a filed of stones. piles of bricks lay rivers of rainstorms. there were many flowers. we played dress up and briaded hair of long bridges. bridges of hair. we feel into the stones and died.
The wildflower sat on the window sill, where i had placed inside a jar. Grandmother Sickles stared at outside. Trees whistled to her. They said, that she had only a few moments left. Why not make the best of it. But she…couldn’t. Grandpa Sickles was coming home soon. He wouldn’t notice that she was gone.
Wildflower in a field alone among the weeds standing tall proud of its unique beauty alone co
I think wildflowers are so delicate and naturally beautiful. I would like bouquets of them in every room in my house.
A wildflower was tucked behind my ear and I kept walking, the weeds high, swished across my thighs. The sun beat warmly against my hair and i squinted into it as I glanced around, trying to find…
like a wildflower i will blossom sunlights to grow you a new soul. root me violet with violent sunrays. fire will replace water one of these days.
free
as the wind
as the birds
in tapestry skies.
free
as could ever be
as could ever want
on land or sea.
free
and wild
and raw
but beautiful in its own right.
She was like a beautiful wildflower, untamed and completely impossible -to- tame. She brushed her golden hair over her shoulder, and people stared. That’s just the kind of girl she was, and everyone loved her. But really, what kind of person was she? No one really knew, and perhaps they preferred to stay in their delusions.
wildflower leaves me
when i sleep
leaves me sleepless,
twitching cold and tangible
uncovered toes
like hidden roses
weeping
I can’t. Nothing’s coming out. You know once when I was a kid. I was in second grade and Jeffrey Kindle sat right behind me and everyday at recess he forgot to use the bathroom so he’d come in and say he needed to use the bathroom and she caught onto it and he threw up and LaMar said HEEEEEYY
wildflower,
unbridled as the voices that whisper things will
never get better
wildflower, bitter sweet
there’s no order in beauty
There was a wild flower that lived in the snow. It grew that way and didn’t have anywhere else to go. The other flowers made jokes about the snowbell. But he told them all to go to hell.
once i was landscaping and a woman cut out all the wildflowers from a wildflower plot because she said they didn’t look orderly enough.
i didn’t quite understand — these people who want to order their landscapes like they order their dishes in the cupboard, who seek perfect dominion over nature, constantly striving for some imagined authenticity, an illusion of control, when in reality they create simulacrum after simulacrum, copies without any originals. computers. cyborgs. when the wildflowers are gone we’ll know we’ve lost ourselves with them.
I used to have the best commute down Rt 83 and some days the simple pleasure of seeing the wildflowers undulating in the wind could change the current of my day.–I don’t see those flowers anymore but I do see you.
pretty. It’s pretty and it reminds me of Holly. It reminds me of going to girl scout camp and eating the stuff at the bottom the the wildflower plants. It made me sick if I ate too many. They can grow in a lot of places. On the side of the mountains that have been carved by glaciers they have some really pretty ones.
do you see me as you race past? crumpled beneath the tires of your car. the wildflowers are gone, the wildflowers are gone. racing me, racing you.
as she look out upon the eternal fields of gold, her mind was cast back years. She grew up among these wildflowers and now, in the auntumn of her life, she knew her granddaughter would too.
Wild flower is a kind of flower that lives in the bush and is very pretty usualy.I really like wild flowers because there have a preety tinge.