I’ve never actually gone wildflower picking. I hear about them doing it in books all the time, picking wildflowers. Why? I’ve never actually thought about that either. What do these Victorian age girls do with all those stinking wildflowers besides press them in books? It must get pretty dull after a while, picking all those wildflowers and then having nothing to do with them since all the pages in all your books are full of dried flowers already….
Brianna
wild flowers stink and you can not smell them or you will cry.I do not know why. Penny ate some and had 5 tears she cried again and got 50.She soon had 55 tears and was as cool as the wind. what will happen next….Ok she had 5,ooo,ooo,ooo,ooo,ooo,ooo,ooo children………THE END:s
A beautiful thing, you sit there untouched by man, a delicate creature. Glorious in the sun and quiet in the shade. Unique.
Fran
I think of china when I see this word. I dont know why. I suppose it reminds me on hte deserts. I also makes me thing of that book series by David eddings, where he used the idea of creating a flower. It was such a nice idea and well written yet when i got older it seemed like such a terrible plot device ust thunked into place for effect.
David
She sat in the tall grass unwilling to dust off the weeds that stuck to her damp clothes like clinging children. There underneath it all she spotted the most beautiful wildflower. One, then two, they were sprouting in her vision like mushrooms on a damp day. Their aroma met her like a gentle touch and she sank lower to become one with them. She two felt wild and blooming but she didn’t know if she cared to pluck them from their earthy bower. They, like her, were reluctant beauties, not knowing their future, or caring much about it. One, two, does he, does he not, love me? what a silly game she was playing. In the field and in life. There was only one answer and it took her breath away ….
Nancy the Notetaker
okey, this is a beautiful flower out in the wild. its green, red, yellow and blue and it is so damn beautiful. it´s mystic. it´s cool. its you!
Annie
wilflower is the coolest flower on the planet, if i could sarcriface small children for it i would do so, but the laws tells me otherwise , i really hate the law right now so, anyways wanna break he law
the jolly
a flower with bushes.
rubal
beauty so simple, so fresh, so gentle. They are a mother’s prized possession when given by a child.
dave
Smells, ssights and sounds of silence drift across the brook and meadow. A doe…then thefawn..then silence that’s deafening.
Thats one of life’s spices.
Bob
wildflower is something i dont know.
may b it is a flower or may be it is something wild or may be it is both….ie a wild flower
if it is a wildflower it must be in jungle and must be wild real wild..
whtever it is…i dont give it a damm
hellome
in the 60s everywhere was the spirit of wildflowers . in my soul it still lingers waiting for a new chance.
k
is something that cannot be claimed for oneself. it is free to do what it likes; it cannot be tamed, it cannot be held, it is free. it cannot die.
it is free and will be forever.
Soph
dove living harmoniously flowering together endless showers of rainbows sprouts and cucumbers.the impluses of the rabbits and the breeze are just stunning…
adam
wildflower my love like you never ever said good bye so tender was our love how could you see more than me.
Tim Mitchell
one word is nice you can expres ur feelings hehehhe
and.. a word can hurt or make the poeple aound u happY!
it is nice..
like me lolx.
one word… will express a whole world
wat can i say
theres only one word..
i can say
love!
hahahhaha
coz im inlOve withmy crush
haha
aj
there is a wildflower dancing in the wind. it makes me want to touch it, so pretty so agile, the grace is amazing and yet here am i wondering how to obtain such a flower that is within my grasp. Yet still so far away.
the wildflower has a name.
that name is Emily.
Maegen
the wild flower is a beautiful reflection of every thing in nature. Its simplicity makes me think of just what it is about myself that I like.
If we all were like wild flowers the world would be a better place.
Wild flowers.
Leisha Barnes
wildflowers can speak many languages. one of them is not english. today i went to the post office. it said. didn’t you hear about the color red? it’s taking a vacation next year. for reals? sparked up a blunt. sparked up a war. sparked up and down the block. murder to eat burgers the wildflower said to the cro-magnon. the magnitude was infanticidious. who would have thought. what they could have bought.
max golding
daisy in the medows open fields running and can see as far as the eyes can take you. the feeling of inner peace nothing around but birds the smell of fresh flowers
sheila sweeten
the things that smell great I love these things they look and smell so pretty thank you God for giving us wildflowers My name is wildflowers I love wildflowers wildflowers wildflowers wildfloewrs wildflowers wildflowers wildflowers etc etc etc and so on well, i’d better be hitting the dusty trail…
ertw
not wildflower again! all the time with the bloody wildflower give me a new word pleaaaaase! >.<
buffalo johnson jr
happieness a meadow field,,,young, innocent and childlike,,,happy and open,,,in love at peace and happy. freedom. forever. now and before.
kara
wild flower are very wild
they are not like normal flower
they grow in wild and come in various wild colors such as black, violet, crimson and so on. if you don’t get serious it might even hurt you with its wildness. What separates them form others is their wild factor.
thomas
flowwer
feilds
i can not touch you with my bare feet any longer.
the asphalt is too thick.
i can not feel your heart beating any longer.
you’re not dead. i know this.
i can still smell you by the sea.
luna take me from me.
A
It’s autum now in Sweden. No wildflowers left at all. Just this tiny thing on my windowsill, but I have forgotten to water it too many times…
Mewna
The wildflower has an interesting story behind it, one I don’t have time to tell.
Cameron
I once saw a flower. It was quite an amazing experience, though not very wild. I mean, it was just sort of standing there… then again, I wasn’t doing anything really all that wild either. Maybe I have to do wild things to truly experience the power of the wildflower? I think I’ll bring a gun next time. Then it’ll be really wild. And bloody.
Simon
wild flower, pretty, free, in the wilderness, doing as they please, not worrying about what society thinks. Inner beauty as well as outer beauty. Careless, caerfree. Happy, content with being. Happy.
Anna
i am at my room, i have to do some work, but i’m procrastinating. Just woke up at 11:30 am. Just spending time on the Stumbleon again. I am unemployed now. Hmmm… my cat like to eat a lot, she is fat.
sh
ive never seen a wildflower. why is that??
i’ve lived in the suburbs my whole life. ive never seen outside of the concrete, brick and tiles that surround me. i see on television, and i dream after reading books, that cliche of running through a field of wildflowers. im never going to do that am i?
sarah
always start with saying the word, sometimes you need it to meld into your paragraph, like a wildflower in a field of flowers and high grass. Hidden. Like all the good things in this world.
David
a blue cornflower in a cornfield begins the ripple which will affect the millions of other flowers and weeds waving like tourists in the wind. it pulls through with the strength of thousands before it, moving.
Susanna
i am a wildflower. a wildflower in your hair. under your feet. you drove by me. you picked me that day and put me in your teeth. i was wild, and delicious. my perfume. your perfume. we’re wildflowers together. together. side by side in a huge paddock of wide flowers by the side of the road near yamba. we sway in the breeze. but we are together.
lyss
I’ve always wanted to find a wildflower and pick it for you. But I live in the city, and the old things wild are the teenagers who roam in packs and spit nasty words at me while I make my way home every night. Maybe, my dear, I could pick a teenage for you and you could call it your own. At least then you’d always have something to.
shlomo
it is all about jungle and wild life stuff…this is smelling flowers which do no contain any scent and they may be poisounuous also…..
mayank
Flowers purple on the side of the road sitting and waiting for someone to drive by, looking out their car window wondering why they have to pay at a store for seeds to plant in their garden, or wherever else, when there are so many just sitting there and waiting to fertilize, refertilize, reproduce and grow, populating the world, leaving no place without flowers.
Tyler
too many men died here
too many broken thoughts
and super heavy dreams
crushed under a dead-hard sky
i saw a flower bloom near a trashcan
and i was filled with a weak joy
a joy that smiles slightly near a mirror
but never directly at it
daniel w
wildflowers look great but they sound dangerous .. are they? or is it called wild because it shakes your soul when you smell it and makes you go wild… gotta try it to know the real deal.. wild flower … what are you? why are you wild? and what makes you wild?? did human misjudge you or did they realy know what you are about! keep looking great.this thing is not over yet? i dont know what to write anymore…it says 60 sec.man.. this is cheating.. it’s been more than sixty seconds man..why the lies!! i am bored and dont want to talk about wildflower anymore…
I’ve never actually gone wildflower picking. I hear about them doing it in books all the time, picking wildflowers. Why? I’ve never actually thought about that either. What do these Victorian age girls do with all those stinking wildflowers besides press them in books? It must get pretty dull after a while, picking all those wildflowers and then having nothing to do with them since all the pages in all your books are full of dried flowers already….
wild flowers stink and you can not smell them or you will cry.I do not know why. Penny ate some and had 5 tears she cried again and got 50.She soon had 55 tears and was as cool as the wind. what will happen next….Ok she had 5,ooo,ooo,ooo,ooo,ooo,ooo,ooo children………THE END:s
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A beautiful thing, you sit there untouched by man, a delicate creature. Glorious in the sun and quiet in the shade. Unique.
I think of china when I see this word. I dont know why. I suppose it reminds me on hte deserts. I also makes me thing of that book series by David eddings, where he used the idea of creating a flower. It was such a nice idea and well written yet when i got older it seemed like such a terrible plot device ust thunked into place for effect.
She sat in the tall grass unwilling to dust off the weeds that stuck to her damp clothes like clinging children. There underneath it all she spotted the most beautiful wildflower. One, then two, they were sprouting in her vision like mushrooms on a damp day. Their aroma met her like a gentle touch and she sank lower to become one with them. She two felt wild and blooming but she didn’t know if she cared to pluck them from their earthy bower. They, like her, were reluctant beauties, not knowing their future, or caring much about it. One, two, does he, does he not, love me? what a silly game she was playing. In the field and in life. There was only one answer and it took her breath away ….
okey, this is a beautiful flower out in the wild. its green, red, yellow and blue and it is so damn beautiful. it´s mystic. it´s cool. its you!
wilflower is the coolest flower on the planet, if i could sarcriface small children for it i would do so, but the laws tells me otherwise , i really hate the law right now so, anyways wanna break he law
a flower with bushes.
beauty so simple, so fresh, so gentle. They are a mother’s prized possession when given by a child.
Smells, ssights and sounds of silence drift across the brook and meadow. A doe…then thefawn..then silence that’s deafening.
Thats one of life’s spices.
wildflower is something i dont know.
may b it is a flower or may be it is something wild or may be it is both….ie a wild flower
if it is a wildflower it must be in jungle and must be wild real wild..
whtever it is…i dont give it a damm
in the 60s everywhere was the spirit of wildflowers . in my soul it still lingers waiting for a new chance.
is something that cannot be claimed for oneself. it is free to do what it likes; it cannot be tamed, it cannot be held, it is free. it cannot die.
it is free and will be forever.
dove living harmoniously flowering together endless showers of rainbows sprouts and cucumbers.the impluses of the rabbits and the breeze are just stunning…
wildflower my love like you never ever said good bye so tender was our love how could you see more than me.
one word is nice you can expres ur feelings hehehhe
and.. a word can hurt or make the poeple aound u happY!
it is nice..
like me lolx.
one word… will express a whole world
wat can i say
theres only one word..
i can say
love!
hahahhaha
coz im inlOve withmy crush
haha
there is a wildflower dancing in the wind. it makes me want to touch it, so pretty so agile, the grace is amazing and yet here am i wondering how to obtain such a flower that is within my grasp. Yet still so far away.
the wildflower has a name.
that name is Emily.
the wild flower is a beautiful reflection of every thing in nature. Its simplicity makes me think of just what it is about myself that I like.
If we all were like wild flowers the world would be a better place.
Wild flowers.
wildflowers can speak many languages. one of them is not english. today i went to the post office. it said. didn’t you hear about the color red? it’s taking a vacation next year. for reals? sparked up a blunt. sparked up a war. sparked up and down the block. murder to eat burgers the wildflower said to the cro-magnon. the magnitude was infanticidious. who would have thought. what they could have bought.
daisy in the medows open fields running and can see as far as the eyes can take you. the feeling of inner peace nothing around but birds the smell of fresh flowers
the things that smell great I love these things they look and smell so pretty thank you God for giving us wildflowers My name is wildflowers I love wildflowers wildflowers wildflowers wildfloewrs wildflowers wildflowers wildflowers etc etc etc and so on well, i’d better be hitting the dusty trail…
not wildflower again! all the time with the bloody wildflower give me a new word pleaaaaase! >.<
happieness a meadow field,,,young, innocent and childlike,,,happy and open,,,in love at peace and happy. freedom. forever. now and before.
wild flower are very wild
they are not like normal flower
they grow in wild and come in various wild colors such as black, violet, crimson and so on. if you don’t get serious it might even hurt you with its wildness. What separates them form others is their wild factor.
flowwer
feilds
i can not touch you with my bare feet any longer.
the asphalt is too thick.
i can not feel your heart beating any longer.
you’re not dead. i know this.
i can still smell you by the sea.
luna take me from me.
It’s autum now in Sweden. No wildflowers left at all. Just this tiny thing on my windowsill, but I have forgotten to water it too many times…
The wildflower has an interesting story behind it, one I don’t have time to tell.
I once saw a flower. It was quite an amazing experience, though not very wild. I mean, it was just sort of standing there… then again, I wasn’t doing anything really all that wild either. Maybe I have to do wild things to truly experience the power of the wildflower? I think I’ll bring a gun next time. Then it’ll be really wild. And bloody.
wild flower, pretty, free, in the wilderness, doing as they please, not worrying about what society thinks. Inner beauty as well as outer beauty. Careless, caerfree. Happy, content with being. Happy.
i am at my room, i have to do some work, but i’m procrastinating. Just woke up at 11:30 am. Just spending time on the Stumbleon again. I am unemployed now. Hmmm… my cat like to eat a lot, she is fat.
ive never seen a wildflower. why is that??
i’ve lived in the suburbs my whole life. ive never seen outside of the concrete, brick and tiles that surround me. i see on television, and i dream after reading books, that cliche of running through a field of wildflowers. im never going to do that am i?
always start with saying the word, sometimes you need it to meld into your paragraph, like a wildflower in a field of flowers and high grass. Hidden. Like all the good things in this world.
a blue cornflower in a cornfield begins the ripple which will affect the millions of other flowers and weeds waving like tourists in the wind. it pulls through with the strength of thousands before it, moving.
i am a wildflower. a wildflower in your hair. under your feet. you drove by me. you picked me that day and put me in your teeth. i was wild, and delicious. my perfume. your perfume. we’re wildflowers together. together. side by side in a huge paddock of wide flowers by the side of the road near yamba. we sway in the breeze. but we are together.
I’ve always wanted to find a wildflower and pick it for you. But I live in the city, and the old things wild are the teenagers who roam in packs and spit nasty words at me while I make my way home every night. Maybe, my dear, I could pick a teenage for you and you could call it your own. At least then you’d always have something to.
it is all about jungle and wild life stuff…this is smelling flowers which do no contain any scent and they may be poisounuous also…..
Flowers purple on the side of the road sitting and waiting for someone to drive by, looking out their car window wondering why they have to pay at a store for seeds to plant in their garden, or wherever else, when there are so many just sitting there and waiting to fertilize, refertilize, reproduce and grow, populating the world, leaving no place without flowers.
too many men died here
too many broken thoughts
and super heavy dreams
crushed under a dead-hard sky
i saw a flower bloom near a trashcan
and i was filled with a weak joy
a joy that smiles slightly near a mirror
but never directly at it
wildflowers look great but they sound dangerous .. are they? or is it called wild because it shakes your soul when you smell it and makes you go wild… gotta try it to know the real deal.. wild flower … what are you? why are you wild? and what makes you wild?? did human misjudge you or did they realy know what you are about! keep looking great.this thing is not over yet? i dont know what to write anymore…it says 60 sec.man.. this is cheating.. it’s been more than sixty seconds man..why the lies!! i am bored and dont want to talk about wildflower anymore…