She was like a wildflower. She’d always be in some remote place, growing freely. Often she was ugly, but that little flower b
rgrg
I love wildflowers. They bring to mind the wildness of nature. It’s what God has placed before us. Think of wildflowers as Gods flowers they come in all colors just like people. One flower is not better then the other but just different. We are one of God’s wildflowers.
Linda
She stopped and looked at the wildflowers growing in the field behind her house. Ever since she could remember they’d been there and she’d hated them. Her childhood allergies afflicting her every time she went outside to walk the dog, or get some fresh air. And now, under these circumstances, she loved them more than any flowers she’d ever seen in her life.
emily
flower
colours
forest
fresh
live
sun
run
time
clouds
vacations
picnic
friends
play
music
birds
animals
food
read
sleep
funny
green
peace
relax
marysol
and like a wildflower growing in the unseen valleys, blowing in the wind, she prayed mostly not to lose her sense of gravity, struggling, that the wind would not pull her from her rooted soil to travel waves unknown. but that same rooted soil was not that prevented her from flourishing into gravities not yet understood.
Jessi
I’m like a wildflower. I’d say you were, but you’re not. So I guess I’ll have to be. Not in my eyes though. I’m not delicate, beautiful, graceful, free. But it’s okay.
Lizy
Everyday I see them blooming. Then the next time I pass by their home I see they’ve already begun to wilt. It’s such a short life, that I can only just begin to enjoy their beauty. That split second as I pass by the gardens, glimpse the color and the joy and then continue on my way.
Martha
in the end we all die alone,
no fanfare, no loved ones, only ourselves and the lives that shape us. and whatever god we have chosen to accept.
tim
A field, purple and yellow. Walking slow, tired and sun beating down. Leaves like cabbages cutting softly at my exposed calves. Sweat rolls into my eyes.
Lara
granted I did not see,
the color of the wildflower….
missed out on life that day….
Kelsey
the flower was wild alone in the pasture with no one else around. the wild one went searching all around a fellow wild one but not find any other as wild as himself. he rushed to fine one. one day…
bill
Roaming through fields with the breeze brushing past your ears. A smell of spring in your nose and a dash of happiness fills your every sense. It is in this time that color and beauty penetrate your eyes of purple and blues,
JC
the wind flows through it at it feels alive
like the time when the flames came near
metaphorically speaking of course
Pjack207
they are so pretty, i wish i could smell them all the time, especially the yellow ones sometimes i would come home and they would be all over the house and all i would have to do is breath in to smell them, i don’t know why they were there but i know that they were very beautiful. thankfully my mom felt the need to share them with me because without them, i don’t know where i would be.
Stewart
wild flowers grow in the wild of course some are beautiful and some are not. they come in many different colors red yellow green pink blue purple and so on. in montana there are many wild flowers so many i cant even think of one but whatever you get the picture so deal!!! :)
brenna
arent all flowers wild?
how is it that now we try to cultivate nature.
oxymoron right…….
flowers are wild. are they wilder than humans? because thy accept and enjoy their fate?
they dont seek change?
they just live as flowers.
marlene
showers flowers fall like a bowers i wish i could spell i wish i could type but maybe then my wildflower would wilt as i sped away on my computer and forgot to water it i was mean to someone today and they weren’t nice but i am sorry
beth
Yellow. Standing out in the middle of the field. It’s beautiful, like music. It’s petals quiver in the breeze, and it calls out to me. It’s courageous somehow, bold, stunning. I desire that–a wildness that captivates.
Bekah Cooney
Nico had the fastest car in the world. It was red and shiny. Wildflowers couldn’t hold this sucker back in a field. He’d run all over them. All over them just to leave a trace of his beautiful burned rubber traces.
ya mother
Lame. I wrote about wildflowers yesterday. I was hoping for something new, but I get the same old thing, day after day. Wildflowers become weeds when seen too often, in the same dreary place. Will I ever be able to see these weeds as flowers again?
Lauren
wildflowers. bright, light, green, red, pink, purple, every color of the rainbow. in autumn, they shrivel, in winter, they die. in spring they are born again and in summer i have hardly enough time to believe they even exist. i wonder, some days, whether or not anything really exists. is it wild because it’s only found deep within somewhere far away? is it a flower because of the beauty of the petals, or does wild flower mean something completely different? what is a wild flower? is it me, is it you? does it exist?
diana
the smell of wildflowers linger in my memory of the unforgettable night under the stars. how i long for another night to hold you in my arms
an
happy pretyy flowers growing on a hill. purple and probably green with evil thorns waiting for a vulnerable unknowing passerby
BAM!!!
there goes those prettty dainty legs blondie!
Pierrette
in the meadow with the sun slowly going down.
all i can see are oranges and reds as the day is taken away from me only to be replaced by the night.
blowing in the cool wind, free and happy.
to be a wildflower…
alice
wildflowers as the poet said only need a bee…well it was actually clover, but i live in the city so its all the same to me, but i like the sentiment…that something complex and vast can originate from something small and simple
chris
on the farm there were so many! riding horses through the fields in the early morning – I thought I was a morning person. Then I grew up. I need to plant some wildflowers in my yard to remind me of those beautiful mornings
drugslinger
Lady Bird
Jerry
Varieties that can be found in the wild and are most abundant in the northwest. This flowers are usually not maintainable in a typical flower bed as they can be like a weed, over taking the bed. It is best to leave them in their natural habitat.
Heather
I knelt in the field of beauty, bending to smell the delicate wildflowers at my feet.
The scent reminded me of a place I had once known long ago.
That place reminded me of a man, and the man of a love I had once known.
My heart beat quickened and slowed and quickened and slowed as he filled my thoughts with memories worthy of a blush to my face and a rush to my head and a race to my heart.
Adrienne
I can smell the pollen in the air…
The overgrowth of color is painfully beautiful.
Where is my inhaler?
Tammy Hoppwe
her photo was obviously better. but i dont think mine was THAT much worse. i dont get why she got 100 comments, and i only got 20.
its all just a popularity contest.
obviously
SHE WORE IT IN HER BELT. IT DANGLED DYING, LEAVING THE ORANGE YELLOW OF THE STAMEN TO STAIN HER WHITE SKIRT. IT SMELT ACRID, LIKE SQUASHED ANTS. SHE FINGERED IT AS SHE TALKED AND LAUGHED RUBBING THE WHITE JUICES ON HER SUNBURNT SHOULDERS.
NICOLE
ahhh i cant think this fast.
yeahp.
i give up
stacey
my mother ate wildflowers as i put the shampoo into my hair. slowly, but surely, i put the shampoo into my hair.
soy
wild flowers blossomed across the field for as far as the eye could see. Jannet had always loved wild flowere, ever since she was a child, when her par
Brett
wildflower
nicole
It’s a flower that has gone out of control, incapable of being stopped by any sort of weaponry, or chemical means. I like eating them however…which gives me superstrength. wow, I’ve got alot of time here…woot.
Mike
there was a field full of wildflowers….they grew so thick that it looked like a sea of flowers. one day I came to the edge of the field and dreamt that I could swim through the field of flowers. It was a great dream.
lbelle
You are the wild flower that grows in my garden
I didn’t expect you in my straight and planned row2s
but you came unexpected
I almosted weeded you out but something begged me to not
And now you’re here
brighting my garden and bringign smiles to my day
You’re a wild flower. An unexpected gift. MY friend.
Thank you so much for finding me.
I love you.
Bunny
a wildflower grows in the woods, and is usually white. Hippies picked them and stuck them in their hair. Some wildflowers are poisonous and make you vomit. Wild flowers grow wild, and free. Like Hippies. Which is why they are associated together.
She was like a wildflower. She’d always be in some remote place, growing freely. Often she was ugly, but that little flower b
I love wildflowers. They bring to mind the wildness of nature. It’s what God has placed before us. Think of wildflowers as Gods flowers they come in all colors just like people. One flower is not better then the other but just different. We are one of God’s wildflowers.
She stopped and looked at the wildflowers growing in the field behind her house. Ever since she could remember they’d been there and she’d hated them. Her childhood allergies afflicting her every time she went outside to walk the dog, or get some fresh air. And now, under these circumstances, she loved them more than any flowers she’d ever seen in her life.
flower
colours
forest
fresh
live
sun
run
time
clouds
vacations
picnic
friends
play
music
birds
animals
food
read
sleep
funny
green
peace
relax
and like a wildflower growing in the unseen valleys, blowing in the wind, she prayed mostly not to lose her sense of gravity, struggling, that the wind would not pull her from her rooted soil to travel waves unknown. but that same rooted soil was not that prevented her from flourishing into gravities not yet understood.
I’m like a wildflower. I’d say you were, but you’re not. So I guess I’ll have to be. Not in my eyes though. I’m not delicate, beautiful, graceful, free. But it’s okay.
Everyday I see them blooming. Then the next time I pass by their home I see they’ve already begun to wilt. It’s such a short life, that I can only just begin to enjoy their beauty. That split second as I pass by the gardens, glimpse the color and the joy and then continue on my way.
in the end we all die alone,
no fanfare, no loved ones, only ourselves and the lives that shape us. and whatever god we have chosen to accept.
A field, purple and yellow. Walking slow, tired and sun beating down. Leaves like cabbages cutting softly at my exposed calves. Sweat rolls into my eyes.
granted I did not see,
the color of the wildflower….
missed out on life that day….
the flower was wild alone in the pasture with no one else around. the wild one went searching all around a fellow wild one but not find any other as wild as himself. he rushed to fine one. one day…
Roaming through fields with the breeze brushing past your ears. A smell of spring in your nose and a dash of happiness fills your every sense. It is in this time that color and beauty penetrate your eyes of purple and blues,
the wind flows through it at it feels alive
like the time when the flames came near
metaphorically speaking of course
they are so pretty, i wish i could smell them all the time, especially the yellow ones sometimes i would come home and they would be all over the house and all i would have to do is breath in to smell them, i don’t know why they were there but i know that they were very beautiful. thankfully my mom felt the need to share them with me because without them, i don’t know where i would be.
wild flowers grow in the wild of course some are beautiful and some are not. they come in many different colors red yellow green pink blue purple and so on. in montana there are many wild flowers so many i cant even think of one but whatever you get the picture so deal!!! :)
arent all flowers wild?
how is it that now we try to cultivate nature.
oxymoron right…….
flowers are wild. are they wilder than humans? because thy accept and enjoy their fate?
they dont seek change?
they just live as flowers.
showers flowers fall like a bowers i wish i could spell i wish i could type but maybe then my wildflower would wilt as i sped away on my computer and forgot to water it i was mean to someone today and they weren’t nice but i am sorry
Yellow. Standing out in the middle of the field. It’s beautiful, like music. It’s petals quiver in the breeze, and it calls out to me. It’s courageous somehow, bold, stunning. I desire that–a wildness that captivates.
Nico had the fastest car in the world. It was red and shiny. Wildflowers couldn’t hold this sucker back in a field. He’d run all over them. All over them just to leave a trace of his beautiful burned rubber traces.
Lame. I wrote about wildflowers yesterday. I was hoping for something new, but I get the same old thing, day after day. Wildflowers become weeds when seen too often, in the same dreary place. Will I ever be able to see these weeds as flowers again?
wildflowers. bright, light, green, red, pink, purple, every color of the rainbow. in autumn, they shrivel, in winter, they die. in spring they are born again and in summer i have hardly enough time to believe they even exist. i wonder, some days, whether or not anything really exists. is it wild because it’s only found deep within somewhere far away? is it a flower because of the beauty of the petals, or does wild flower mean something completely different? what is a wild flower? is it me, is it you? does it exist?
the smell of wildflowers linger in my memory of the unforgettable night under the stars. how i long for another night to hold you in my arms
happy pretyy flowers growing on a hill. purple and probably green with evil thorns waiting for a vulnerable unknowing passerby
BAM!!!
there goes those prettty dainty legs blondie!
in the meadow with the sun slowly going down.
all i can see are oranges and reds as the day is taken away from me only to be replaced by the night.
blowing in the cool wind, free and happy.
to be a wildflower…
wildflowers as the poet said only need a bee…well it was actually clover, but i live in the city so its all the same to me, but i like the sentiment…that something complex and vast can originate from something small and simple
on the farm there were so many! riding horses through the fields in the early morning – I thought I was a morning person. Then I grew up. I need to plant some wildflowers in my yard to remind me of those beautiful mornings
Lady Bird
Varieties that can be found in the wild and are most abundant in the northwest. This flowers are usually not maintainable in a typical flower bed as they can be like a weed, over taking the bed. It is best to leave them in their natural habitat.
I knelt in the field of beauty, bending to smell the delicate wildflowers at my feet.
The scent reminded me of a place I had once known long ago.
That place reminded me of a man, and the man of a love I had once known.
My heart beat quickened and slowed and quickened and slowed as he filled my thoughts with memories worthy of a blush to my face and a rush to my head and a race to my heart.
I can smell the pollen in the air…
The overgrowth of color is painfully beautiful.
Where is my inhaler?
her photo was obviously better. but i dont think mine was THAT much worse. i dont get why she got 100 comments, and i only got 20.
its all just a popularity contest.
SHE WORE IT IN HER BELT. IT DANGLED DYING, LEAVING THE ORANGE YELLOW OF THE STAMEN TO STAIN HER WHITE SKIRT. IT SMELT ACRID, LIKE SQUASHED ANTS. SHE FINGERED IT AS SHE TALKED AND LAUGHED RUBBING THE WHITE JUICES ON HER SUNBURNT SHOULDERS.
ahhh i cant think this fast.
yeahp.
i give up
my mother ate wildflowers as i put the shampoo into my hair. slowly, but surely, i put the shampoo into my hair.
wild flowers blossomed across the field for as far as the eye could see. Jannet had always loved wild flowere, ever since she was a child, when her par
wildflower
It’s a flower that has gone out of control, incapable of being stopped by any sort of weaponry, or chemical means. I like eating them however…which gives me superstrength. wow, I’ve got alot of time here…woot.
there was a field full of wildflowers….they grew so thick that it looked like a sea of flowers. one day I came to the edge of the field and dreamt that I could swim through the field of flowers. It was a great dream.
You are the wild flower that grows in my garden
I didn’t expect you in my straight and planned row2s
but you came unexpected
I almosted weeded you out but something begged me to not
And now you’re here
brighting my garden and bringign smiles to my day
You’re a wild flower. An unexpected gift. MY friend.
Thank you so much for finding me.
I love you.
a wildflower grows in the woods, and is usually white. Hippies picked them and stuck them in their hair. Some wildflowers are poisonous and make you vomit. Wild flowers grow wild, and free. Like Hippies. Which is why they are associated together.