my mom calls me tigerlily. I love that. And I love wildflowers. At home in texas every spring we have thousands of wildflowers all over everywhere, in the country, on medians in traffic, in parks, outside of banks. They grow faithfully, everywhere, and always remind me of heaven.
Jennifer
I was walking in the field today and saw a patch of wildflowers. They were blue, yellow, orange and white. How beautiful! It reminded me of a cool fall morning on my way to school as a child. Where can I find these flowers again?
Heather
I instantly think of fields…laden with blue bells or tall, whimsical flowers standing mightily in the breeze of a warm summer day.
Wildflowers give the connotation that things are okay. No matter how “wild” you are, or how “wild” things can seem to get…wildflowers are a breath of fresh air. Letting us know that good can always come from the wild.
heather
I hate that some people consider wildflowers weeds. Who in the hell decided this? I personally think that wildflowers are more beautiful than the ones that you can purchase at a home improvement or garden store. Let’s have more wildflowers, please.
Anjala
when i was in second grade we took a class trip to a nearby park in nj to study up close the wildflowers that we were learning about in class. Or was it the other way around, we were learning about them in class to get ready for this fieldtrip? Sometimes you can’t trust your impressions when you are young.
itsmerrydeath
Wow, who knew that such a shitty world could produce such an amazing speceimen. I wonder what the wildflower would say about me? Perhaps, wow, who knew that such a shitty world could be wrapped up in one specific organism?!
Nate
i’m like, wild about flower…and flour, too!
I can make pizza dough and forcaccia.
I wonder if i can have a flower garden, here?
Does my wife need some flowers?
What kind should I get her?
O, never mind…
Jim Vorves
Once I picked you wildflowers and wrote you a poems with a line representing each one and later you picked me some and they died before they got to me and well, our relationship died before you got to me. you never got to me.
teri jo
beautiful secret, alone, standing still, until it dies, no water, no storm, what has our environment become. we have lost everything, knowledge, passion, independance, free thought. petals floating on the earth.
rch
I once told a wildflower my life story.
You see, wildflowers listen.
I never thought I’d tell a wildflower all the things I did.
Never about my parents, brothers, sisters, horrible feelings, ignorant brothers or the bruises on my back.
Wildflowers listen, they always do.
Victoria
wildflower.
MG
there once was a wild flower that wanted to see more of the world so it started to spread the word by telling birds and bugs to take it’s seeds and spread them all over. That’s how we have all the different flowers in the world.
Bree
The wildflower stood there blwoing quietly in the qind. The boy stared at it, swooped down, picket it up. It was yelllow, and it’s leaves were frayed and eaten. He layed it on his mother’s grave and cried. Also he was a robot. A gay robot. A gay robot boy.
Porky
they call them beautiful flowers,
every single one,
except for the little wildflower,
who wishes to play and run.
Haleigh
i am a wildflower. growing wherever the ground is good enough for me to grow; fragile, beautiful, silently swaying in the wind.
yet i cannot be picked.
lauren
It’s pretty. wild. and it’s a flower. it makes me wanna run around in a field of wildflowers naked.
Jasmine
This is a flower, not just any flower, though. Its a sweet-ass wildflower. One of the dangerous types that if you saw in a bar you would think to yourself “Man that flowers cute but it looks a little dangerous for me.” The kind that if you were friends with it, it would force you into making bad decisions concerning your life and future goals. This flower, ladies and gentlemen, isnt a flower meant to be taken lightly.
Marshall Ashford
she had wildflowers in her hair, but was the opposite of free. untamed, but fully aware of everything around her. her roots are ever solid enough to hold the earth in one piece.
kiki
There were times in my life that the only thing I ever noticed where the flowers that bloomed beside the road. It wasn’t until I became established, a working class man that I realized that the wildflowers had been in bloom once again.
If it weren’t for my busy schedule and the things I have on my mind, I don’t think I would ever the wildflowers would ever give me the time.
Snowy Evans
wild folwer, the wildest o themall – not a simple daphodil or daisy, no! this flower has tiger striped petals and smell like anger and fear. contradiction you think? i think not so. live the contradiction and
gollumn
Wildflowers line the mediums of the highways, skimming just under your hands from your vantage point of the backseat by the window, like quirky fish readying themselves to become airborn at any minute, freeing themselves from the constraint of their environment.
Darby
our love is like an wildflower. growing fast and free. spreading across the wild and add color ever where it touches
Angela
the wildflowers frolicked in the light breeze as she walked up the mountain. the trail zigged and zagged, sometimes so steep as to make her slip backward and loose some ground, but sometimes as gentle and welcoming as a trip to grandmother’s house. but, without fail she slowly and surly made it to the summit of the mountain and reflected that she wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.
Erika
And you grew
like the wildflower
untamed by me
man
so free
and I
grew envious
like man often grows
Mike
cute fun not related to bush and his neocon government officials bent on world domination, it is a testament that beauty flourishes without human intervention.
tyler seydel
There was a field, a large, broad field filled with golden stalks of grass. As I lay there, watching the gentle breeze sway the grasses, I noticed a spark of color. A bright, splash of color amongst the dull blades of dried grass. It was a wildflower. A widlflower, having grown up in the middle of the field, just one.
Taylor
The sweet smell of the wild flowers spread through his nostrils, calming his disgruntled mind. Letting a sigh fall from his lips, he looked down.
“So, what exactly is this?” he whispered to the white female beside him.
“Death,” she replied, swishing her black-and-white tail.
Kaze 8D
the pretty wildflower was at the mercy of the breeze of the valley. Left and right, left and right she moved. Until one day a little girl came, saw the wildflower and picked it to decorate her hair.
Adriana
A wildflower blooms in the wind. The wind pushes and pushes it, trying to take it’s beautiful petals off, yet it fails. The flower grows and grows until it is not a wildflower anymore, but instead a rose.
Brooke
wildflowers are in forrests in summer. its nature. its sun. its lying and kissing a girl.
leonard
there was a beautiful wild flower in the middle of the field. It was standing alone. It had all the sunlight to itself. All though the beauty surrounding it was enormous it still wanted to share the sunlight with another flower.
Dana
Beautiful along the side of the road, waving me along with promises of sunny Spring days and memories of my youthful hopes.
Susan C
Danced in breezes
In front of ocean eyes and grass gaze
Curiousity towards this kaleidoscope child
I picked it.
I’m so sorry.
Grizabella
They were beautiful, swaying in the breeze and colours bright in the sunshine. They bobbed and ducked. A whole field full. I took my camera and hey! I got three pictures.
That was when I was 12.
Frances
it blows with the wind, i do not know why i do not know where it blows in the wind for you, for me, for all to possibly see.
yet it has no pollen
J. Ginsburg
Wildflowers, growing wild at the edge of my huge yard, dancing in the breeze, beautifying my surroundings. Wildflowers make everything brighter.
:)
transplanted snowbaby
Wildflower with a drop of dew on your face. I love the way you like to look at me when I run by. The dew sweeps onto my leg and it feels like a spider. I wipe it away and it gets on my finger. I like the way it feels on my finger, but it quickly gets me aggravated. I like to run past other flowers. Flowers that are far prettier than myslef. I wish that I could be as graceful and beautiful as these flowers. So natural. So perfect. I wish I didn’t wear makeup.
Keegan Crowley
Flowers in the field, waving in the wind bees buzzing dragonflies zooming past in my car, wind in my hair the radio blasting and I’m free, alone but not lonely because at home things are good. I am loved and cozy and warm and well fed. I have my needs filled but sometimes I still want more!
stassja
She is a wildflower. Unplanned. Uncontrollable. A hidden beauty discovered unexpectedly as one goes through the normal day to day excursions of this life. Her scent is a joy to experience and yet it saddens for she will never be yours – She is a wildflower and belongs to the road.
Dennis
growing up shooting from the dirt
unpredictable
beautiful
impossible to be captured
and who does it belong to?
my mom calls me tigerlily. I love that. And I love wildflowers. At home in texas every spring we have thousands of wildflowers all over everywhere, in the country, on medians in traffic, in parks, outside of banks. They grow faithfully, everywhere, and always remind me of heaven.
I was walking in the field today and saw a patch of wildflowers. They were blue, yellow, orange and white. How beautiful! It reminded me of a cool fall morning on my way to school as a child. Where can I find these flowers again?
I instantly think of fields…laden with blue bells or tall, whimsical flowers standing mightily in the breeze of a warm summer day.
Wildflowers give the connotation that things are okay. No matter how “wild” you are, or how “wild” things can seem to get…wildflowers are a breath of fresh air. Letting us know that good can always come from the wild.
I hate that some people consider wildflowers weeds. Who in the hell decided this? I personally think that wildflowers are more beautiful than the ones that you can purchase at a home improvement or garden store. Let’s have more wildflowers, please.
when i was in second grade we took a class trip to a nearby park in nj to study up close the wildflowers that we were learning about in class. Or was it the other way around, we were learning about them in class to get ready for this fieldtrip? Sometimes you can’t trust your impressions when you are young.
Wow, who knew that such a shitty world could produce such an amazing speceimen. I wonder what the wildflower would say about me? Perhaps, wow, who knew that such a shitty world could be wrapped up in one specific organism?!
i’m like, wild about flower…and flour, too!
I can make pizza dough and forcaccia.
I wonder if i can have a flower garden, here?
Does my wife need some flowers?
What kind should I get her?
O, never mind…
Once I picked you wildflowers and wrote you a poems with a line representing each one and later you picked me some and they died before they got to me and well, our relationship died before you got to me. you never got to me.
beautiful secret, alone, standing still, until it dies, no water, no storm, what has our environment become. we have lost everything, knowledge, passion, independance, free thought. petals floating on the earth.
I once told a wildflower my life story.
You see, wildflowers listen.
I never thought I’d tell a wildflower all the things I did.
Never about my parents, brothers, sisters, horrible feelings, ignorant brothers or the bruises on my back.
Wildflowers listen, they always do.
wildflower.
there once was a wild flower that wanted to see more of the world so it started to spread the word by telling birds and bugs to take it’s seeds and spread them all over. That’s how we have all the different flowers in the world.
The wildflower stood there blwoing quietly in the qind. The boy stared at it, swooped down, picket it up. It was yelllow, and it’s leaves were frayed and eaten. He layed it on his mother’s grave and cried. Also he was a robot. A gay robot. A gay robot boy.
they call them beautiful flowers,
every single one,
except for the little wildflower,
who wishes to play and run.
i am a wildflower. growing wherever the ground is good enough for me to grow; fragile, beautiful, silently swaying in the wind.
yet i cannot be picked.
It’s pretty. wild. and it’s a flower. it makes me wanna run around in a field of wildflowers naked.
This is a flower, not just any flower, though. Its a sweet-ass wildflower. One of the dangerous types that if you saw in a bar you would think to yourself “Man that flowers cute but it looks a little dangerous for me.” The kind that if you were friends with it, it would force you into making bad decisions concerning your life and future goals. This flower, ladies and gentlemen, isnt a flower meant to be taken lightly.
she had wildflowers in her hair, but was the opposite of free. untamed, but fully aware of everything around her. her roots are ever solid enough to hold the earth in one piece.
There were times in my life that the only thing I ever noticed where the flowers that bloomed beside the road. It wasn’t until I became established, a working class man that I realized that the wildflowers had been in bloom once again.
If it weren’t for my busy schedule and the things I have on my mind, I don’t think I would ever the wildflowers would ever give me the time.
wild folwer, the wildest o themall – not a simple daphodil or daisy, no! this flower has tiger striped petals and smell like anger and fear. contradiction you think? i think not so. live the contradiction and
Wildflowers line the mediums of the highways, skimming just under your hands from your vantage point of the backseat by the window, like quirky fish readying themselves to become airborn at any minute, freeing themselves from the constraint of their environment.
our love is like an wildflower. growing fast and free. spreading across the wild and add color ever where it touches
the wildflowers frolicked in the light breeze as she walked up the mountain. the trail zigged and zagged, sometimes so steep as to make her slip backward and loose some ground, but sometimes as gentle and welcoming as a trip to grandmother’s house. but, without fail she slowly and surly made it to the summit of the mountain and reflected that she wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.
And you grew
like the wildflower
untamed by me
man
so free
and I
grew envious
like man often grows
cute fun not related to bush and his neocon government officials bent on world domination, it is a testament that beauty flourishes without human intervention.
There was a field, a large, broad field filled with golden stalks of grass. As I lay there, watching the gentle breeze sway the grasses, I noticed a spark of color. A bright, splash of color amongst the dull blades of dried grass. It was a wildflower. A widlflower, having grown up in the middle of the field, just one.
The sweet smell of the wild flowers spread through his nostrils, calming his disgruntled mind. Letting a sigh fall from his lips, he looked down.
“So, what exactly is this?” he whispered to the white female beside him.
“Death,” she replied, swishing her black-and-white tail.
the pretty wildflower was at the mercy of the breeze of the valley. Left and right, left and right she moved. Until one day a little girl came, saw the wildflower and picked it to decorate her hair.
A wildflower blooms in the wind. The wind pushes and pushes it, trying to take it’s beautiful petals off, yet it fails. The flower grows and grows until it is not a wildflower anymore, but instead a rose.
wildflowers are in forrests in summer. its nature. its sun. its lying and kissing a girl.
there was a beautiful wild flower in the middle of the field. It was standing alone. It had all the sunlight to itself. All though the beauty surrounding it was enormous it still wanted to share the sunlight with another flower.
Beautiful along the side of the road, waving me along with promises of sunny Spring days and memories of my youthful hopes.
Danced in breezes
In front of ocean eyes and grass gaze
Curiousity towards this kaleidoscope child
I picked it.
I’m so sorry.
They were beautiful, swaying in the breeze and colours bright in the sunshine. They bobbed and ducked. A whole field full. I took my camera and hey! I got three pictures.
That was when I was 12.
it blows with the wind, i do not know why i do not know where it blows in the wind for you, for me, for all to possibly see.
yet it has no pollen
Wildflowers, growing wild at the edge of my huge yard, dancing in the breeze, beautifying my surroundings. Wildflowers make everything brighter.
:)
Wildflower with a drop of dew on your face. I love the way you like to look at me when I run by. The dew sweeps onto my leg and it feels like a spider. I wipe it away and it gets on my finger. I like the way it feels on my finger, but it quickly gets me aggravated. I like to run past other flowers. Flowers that are far prettier than myslef. I wish that I could be as graceful and beautiful as these flowers. So natural. So perfect. I wish I didn’t wear makeup.
Flowers in the field, waving in the wind bees buzzing dragonflies zooming past in my car, wind in my hair the radio blasting and I’m free, alone but not lonely because at home things are good. I am loved and cozy and warm and well fed. I have my needs filled but sometimes I still want more!
She is a wildflower. Unplanned. Uncontrollable. A hidden beauty discovered unexpectedly as one goes through the normal day to day excursions of this life. Her scent is a joy to experience and yet it saddens for she will never be yours – She is a wildflower and belongs to the road.
growing up shooting from the dirt
unpredictable
beautiful
impossible to be captured
and who does it belong to?
not me
says the earth
happily hidden in the wave of grass