I always wanted wildflowers in my wedding boquet. I did get imitation wildflower because the real thing was way too much money. no one could tell though. i think with my alergies, i would have sneezed through the ceremony if i had the real thing.
helen
it grows along the interstate medium. if you stop to pick it, you may be hit and killed, but there’s also a chance that you might just make someone’s day. don’t think about the risk. just smell the flower. pick the flower. it is beautiful, and it represents so much more than we will ever understand.
sarah
wildflower
emily withers
a beautiful purple flower blows in the wind on the side of the freeway as we drive by. It is now no longer planted from the speed of our car. It is dead. Why? I don’t know. But, it is dead. Should you arrest me? No. But I killed it!
Zaira
I took a walk on Mt. Pisgah and took pictures of wildflowers. I know the names of some of them, but there were lots I didn’t know. There is a beautiful, tiny orchid that grows in my Oregon woods
Jean Heneghan
Wildflowers are beautiful. They are free, coloured and wonderful. They are not the ones you buy in a shop and that’s what makes so speacial to me. And the should be beautiful in everyones eyes.
bliblablub
She picked the flower up out of her yard and gave it a thoughtful look. The yellow color reminding her of her aging mother’s hair, and the old navy tattoo that was fading on her fathers right shoulder blade. The flower was dying as well and she couldn’t do anything to stop it.
Lola
a little beauty, red, blue, green, yellow, but wild, will bite you, if you come too close, do not come too close, roaaaar, the wild wild flower power with sharp teeth and poiso
igaberlotte
in the summer there are wild flowers everywhere, these flowers are just like people. Unexpected, beautiful, and can make you sneeze with allergens… Lots of allergens.
mike
childhood is scented in the thousand perfumes of wildflowers, the only thing that would reliably grow despite the adults determination to force thier will on the world. THe wildflowers are what told us freedom could still be had, they returned time and time again and stubbornly lived and thrived no matter what other wills were forced on them.
Wildflowers still scent my world, connecting me forever to childhood.
Joriel
my mother has the most beautiful gardens…she works so hard at planting that and keeping them up every year, and I think she’s crazy, but when I see what she’s done I am amazed.
Heidi
I remember the powerful scent of the wildflowers in my grandfather’s backyard. Their beautiful, overwhelming fragrance was a reminder of just how bad my grandfather’s health had become.
Chris
weed like the world intended
aj
I love to see pretty wildflowers in the spring. It means that winter has finally ended and summer is on the way. The colors of a field of prairie wildflowers is awesome to see and brings joy for all see.
KBeil
life is just like that, a wildflower, actually it would be better compared to a woman, fragile, beautiful but wild and crazy, Sometimes i cant believe how big is the need for them, me, as a man, i love em but i hate them at the same time, althoug i will always love their smell..just like a wild flower.
Christian Vasquez
grows in a meadow be it a buttercup or a poppy. sometimes i picture myself in a warm summer meadow as a means of relaxation. its very effective. wildflowers are very romantic too, yet wild and unkempt.
stuart
Chaos and beauty
Becomes what we are,
What we think to be
What we claim
And we are but the combination
Windflowers in a sunbathed reality
Jes Rasmussen
wildflowers at dusk are the most fantastic thing one can ever hope to grace. The sun lights them as if they are an old oil painting that has been drawn with golds and reds.
Jonathan
Growing freely in a huge garden of long grass the wild violet bud soaked the rays of the sun.
the long stem weaved precariously as it followed the route of the days rays, its leaves wilting only ever so slightly in the hot daylight.
A small bug crawled along one delicate petal, it’s trek a long and arduous journey on a miniscule scale, but the day’s mission nevertheless.
Anne-Marie Hodgson
wildflower
tara
i’M A WILDFLOWER…. johnny and june he promised to love me and promised to… no words of fair well
love this movie
Renata
The wildflower walks in tn were wonderful. The crisp air filling our lungs, the vibrant colors teasing our eyes. The dirt beneath our feet rubbing our skin saying “stay here, be with me”
Dotchi Anni
PRETTY
SMELLS GOOD
BEAUTIFUL
FIELDS
BEES
GLORIOUS
EFFERVESCENT
BRIGHT
COLORFUL
KYANNA
on long roadtrips sometimes my parents would stop on the side of the road and have all of us get out to look at the black-eyed susans…. it was one of those things that at the time really sucks. nobody wants to get out of the car to look at a flower for a few seconds when the goal is to get where you’re going. But sometimes that’s what you really need.
Paige
Beautiful
lilly
the wildflower was tucked perfectly behind her ear. you could tell that she spent hours trying to get the flower at the right angle in order to reflect the beauty of her face. The flower was a shade of lilac and it brought out the highness of her cheekbones.
Janelle
…growing from the green stem of a plant that is found only in the mountains. It is revered by the locals because it is thought to have magical powers.
It is a light shade of blue
wild flower – like the flowers that grow in the hedges that we used to pick when we were kids and give to mum. But also, wild flower like Laura’s daughter – she’s a little flower but she’s also got a proper spark, and appropriately enough, her surname is wylde.
ameile
as he walked down the steep incline towards her house, he noticed a wildflower growing through the cracked pavement. he bent down and picked it, to give to his love.
kablaamee
wildflowers are always a treat to see, to smell and to all around enjoy, from the tiger lilies of the canadian prairies to the most exoctic birds of paradise flowers in the tropics. we see them, changing and evolving, to a better world, just like us.
daniel selinger
blue, fragrant in a field of many. But there is only one that stand out from the rest.
Lisa
a good screen name very unique a pretty flower something that has gone wild but is very woman like i don’t know anything else i give hurry up and end already you are still going my gosh geeze come one now.
april
wildflowers are something we don’t see a a lot of around here…too urban, but I remember seeing them when I was younger along the highway on the way to our summer house. My mom said that the state paid to have seeds scattered there every spring….I thought that was pretty cool, but I never found out if that was true. I guess they were put there intentionally…it doessnt seem like a place where they would occur natually
ajme
Soft and delicate, light and airy. Days gone by and all of them scary. A crushed heel, a careless beast. And there that beauty is lost
Tyrone Biggum
poppies
Golden and blowing in the wind
Not just a breeze but a
pulling at your clothes, a
fight to keep your ground
you, all bundled up
feel alive.
Ann
she was a wildflower. delicate yet intense. i wanted to crush her petals between my fingers. i wanted to destroy her beauty. she didn’t deserve to have it. but she was a wildflower.
k
I saw him across the meadow. I saw his eyes in the midst of wildflowers. I wanted to go to him, but I was frozen. Then I woke up and wished I could go back to sleep.
Selena
a wild flower is something that you would find in the jungle or perhaps a feilds
nicole freeman
Wildflowers spread like colored paint across the acres, a montage of mixed shades and hues. I lay down and wave at the sky, a black spot moving in the field like a hungry bee.
I always wanted wildflowers in my wedding boquet. I did get imitation wildflower because the real thing was way too much money. no one could tell though. i think with my alergies, i would have sneezed through the ceremony if i had the real thing.
it grows along the interstate medium. if you stop to pick it, you may be hit and killed, but there’s also a chance that you might just make someone’s day. don’t think about the risk. just smell the flower. pick the flower. it is beautiful, and it represents so much more than we will ever understand.
wildflower
a beautiful purple flower blows in the wind on the side of the freeway as we drive by. It is now no longer planted from the speed of our car. It is dead. Why? I don’t know. But, it is dead. Should you arrest me? No. But I killed it!
I took a walk on Mt. Pisgah and took pictures of wildflowers. I know the names of some of them, but there were lots I didn’t know. There is a beautiful, tiny orchid that grows in my Oregon woods
Wildflowers are beautiful. They are free, coloured and wonderful. They are not the ones you buy in a shop and that’s what makes so speacial to me. And the should be beautiful in everyones eyes.
She picked the flower up out of her yard and gave it a thoughtful look. The yellow color reminding her of her aging mother’s hair, and the old navy tattoo that was fading on her fathers right shoulder blade. The flower was dying as well and she couldn’t do anything to stop it.
a little beauty, red, blue, green, yellow, but wild, will bite you, if you come too close, do not come too close, roaaaar, the wild wild flower power with sharp teeth and poiso
in the summer there are wild flowers everywhere, these flowers are just like people. Unexpected, beautiful, and can make you sneeze with allergens… Lots of allergens.
childhood is scented in the thousand perfumes of wildflowers, the only thing that would reliably grow despite the adults determination to force thier will on the world. THe wildflowers are what told us freedom could still be had, they returned time and time again and stubbornly lived and thrived no matter what other wills were forced on them.
Wildflowers still scent my world, connecting me forever to childhood.
my mother has the most beautiful gardens…she works so hard at planting that and keeping them up every year, and I think she’s crazy, but when I see what she’s done I am amazed.
I remember the powerful scent of the wildflowers in my grandfather’s backyard. Their beautiful, overwhelming fragrance was a reminder of just how bad my grandfather’s health had become.
weed like the world intended
I love to see pretty wildflowers in the spring. It means that winter has finally ended and summer is on the way. The colors of a field of prairie wildflowers is awesome to see and brings joy for all see.
life is just like that, a wildflower, actually it would be better compared to a woman, fragile, beautiful but wild and crazy, Sometimes i cant believe how big is the need for them, me, as a man, i love em but i hate them at the same time, althoug i will always love their smell..just like a wild flower.
grows in a meadow be it a buttercup or a poppy. sometimes i picture myself in a warm summer meadow as a means of relaxation. its very effective. wildflowers are very romantic too, yet wild and unkempt.
Chaos and beauty
Becomes what we are,
What we think to be
What we claim
And we are but the combination
Windflowers in a sunbathed reality
wildflowers at dusk are the most fantastic thing one can ever hope to grace. The sun lights them as if they are an old oil painting that has been drawn with golds and reds.
Growing freely in a huge garden of long grass the wild violet bud soaked the rays of the sun.
the long stem weaved precariously as it followed the route of the days rays, its leaves wilting only ever so slightly in the hot daylight.
A small bug crawled along one delicate petal, it’s trek a long and arduous journey on a miniscule scale, but the day’s mission nevertheless.
wildflower
i’M A WILDFLOWER…. johnny and june he promised to love me and promised to… no words of fair well
love this movie
The wildflower walks in tn were wonderful. The crisp air filling our lungs, the vibrant colors teasing our eyes. The dirt beneath our feet rubbing our skin saying “stay here, be with me”
PRETTY
SMELLS GOOD
BEAUTIFUL
FIELDS
BEES
GLORIOUS
EFFERVESCENT
BRIGHT
COLORFUL
on long roadtrips sometimes my parents would stop on the side of the road and have all of us get out to look at the black-eyed susans…. it was one of those things that at the time really sucks. nobody wants to get out of the car to look at a flower for a few seconds when the goal is to get where you’re going. But sometimes that’s what you really need.
Beautiful
the wildflower was tucked perfectly behind her ear. you could tell that she spent hours trying to get the flower at the right angle in order to reflect the beauty of her face. The flower was a shade of lilac and it brought out the highness of her cheekbones.
…growing from the green stem of a plant that is found only in the mountains. It is revered by the locals because it is thought to have magical powers.
It is a light shade of blue
beautiful, crazy, exotic, different, deep, breath-taking, artistic, random, stunning,
wild flower – like the flowers that grow in the hedges that we used to pick when we were kids and give to mum. But also, wild flower like Laura’s daughter – she’s a little flower but she’s also got a proper spark, and appropriately enough, her surname is wylde.
as he walked down the steep incline towards her house, he noticed a wildflower growing through the cracked pavement. he bent down and picked it, to give to his love.
wildflowers are always a treat to see, to smell and to all around enjoy, from the tiger lilies of the canadian prairies to the most exoctic birds of paradise flowers in the tropics. we see them, changing and evolving, to a better world, just like us.
blue, fragrant in a field of many. But there is only one that stand out from the rest.
a good screen name very unique a pretty flower something that has gone wild but is very woman like i don’t know anything else i give hurry up and end already you are still going my gosh geeze come one now.
wildflowers are something we don’t see a a lot of around here…too urban, but I remember seeing them when I was younger along the highway on the way to our summer house. My mom said that the state paid to have seeds scattered there every spring….I thought that was pretty cool, but I never found out if that was true. I guess they were put there intentionally…it doessnt seem like a place where they would occur natually
Soft and delicate, light and airy. Days gone by and all of them scary. A crushed heel, a careless beast. And there that beauty is lost
poppies
Golden and blowing in the wind
Not just a breeze but a
pulling at your clothes, a
fight to keep your ground
you, all bundled up
feel alive.
she was a wildflower. delicate yet intense. i wanted to crush her petals between my fingers. i wanted to destroy her beauty. she didn’t deserve to have it. but she was a wildflower.
I saw him across the meadow. I saw his eyes in the midst of wildflowers. I wanted to go to him, but I was frozen. Then I woke up and wished I could go back to sleep.
a wild flower is something that you would find in the jungle or perhaps a feilds
Wildflowers spread like colored paint across the acres, a montage of mixed shades and hues. I lay down and wave at the sky, a black spot moving in the field like a hungry bee.