A wild flower is something so natural. So natural that it will just grow in the earth out of a seed brought or dropped by the birds. It is so fucking natural it can be considered the greatest thing in life without it actually being so huge, or amazing at plain view. I havent seen a wild flower in a while or maybe i havent stopped to see one. I havent had the time, or maybe i havent had the will. Who knows, life is wonderful, just like the flower.
cristian urzua
Wildflowers are the natural healing power of the universe, milions of years ago, the zuton people of the seventh moon of karlon embarked on a spiritual journey to fond a peaceful place to live, but they were allergic to flowers and susequentally died. Its a shame, really
jim
i like wild flowers they are beautiful and make me feel free and healthy happy even I want to be in a field full of wild flowers
inbar
They were running through a field that had thick grass and windpower towers every fifty feet. The night was filled with stars and the moon illuminated their two figures. The wildflowers were the only witnesses.
caroline
its a wildflower, that grows, over and over again, in our minds, in our, reality, in our harts. just follow de right place.and dont fall down in love.
tripas
snowmass…summer. walking the path towards daily mountain. my brothers and i are young and scruffy. i’m decked out and think i look cute. barry is with us to take pictures for the snowmass sun. he ends up only using mine and i am proud.
aiya
yellow pretty blowing in the breeze youth hope dream me living for today happiness careful fun loving child mine desire thankyou done now
cindy
a yellow burst of sunshine brightening the broken deadness of the median strip splitting the world into coming and going. a ball of light in a sea of cracked dark asphalt. a tip of a violet wave crashing purple in a sea of green.
anthony
It was always like a wildflower. It was everywhere. In the squiggles that float before my eyes. In the shadows I walk through. It seems so well known, yet we can never talk about it again.
dana
orange popiefields and yellow work that Brian did today and sequoia when i was little camping with my family which makes me think of when i was stranded by myself and i made a flower headband in fron of my uncles house. then i remember flowers that my dad brought for my mom and flowers that i had in my room in Chicago and now Im not thinking of much.
Magdaleno Ruiz Christy Christina Angela
wild flowers are wild only to you. To me they are tame, as tame as a circus lion. I used to fear them, but now i see them as misunderstood. wild flowers are my heros.
Kristen
wildflower? seriously?
uhm it makes me think about hippies!
crazy, wild, sex addicted hippies!
and flowers of course.
pretty weedy, multi-colored flowers.
this site is crazy, and i love it.
has it been 60 seconds yet?
samantha
The album by Tom Petty that has that one song about getting to the point and smoking another joint. That song is great. It reminds me of simpler times, like living in the middle of Missouri and drinking beer with good friends all weekend. All the other songs on that album seem to suck.
Lissa
The last thing she left him was a wildflower. It was an Indian Paintbrush, redder than her hair had ever been, but it still wasn’t enough.
chelsea
Wildflowers are dying. It’s the fall. Winter will soon rearing its chilly head. We’ll pull out warm wool mittens and coats. Wearing multiple layers. Waiting with baited breath for the wildflowers to bloom again.
Shanda
Up in the north west of WA there’s a town called Eneabba. It’s pretty much a ghost town. There’s a sand mine there somewhere and a few demountible homes. The population might be, say, 50 people for most of the year. It’s dusty, it’s dry, it’s hot and uncomofortable; but every year in wildflower season it comes alive.
Hannah
i love wildflowers, I always wished someone would pick some and bring them to me but they don’t I am alone like those stray flowers you see growing out od the concrete. I just don’t love my self enough.
jackie
It was a long hike. We went fast and were sweating when we reached the top, only to be greeted by the reds, blues, yellows, and overwhelming green of the hill. It was like taking the sacrament.
Joe Bunting
funny way to describe a flower dont u think? arent all flowers wild?
roland garza
Something happened to me. My skin broke out in hives everywhere and my eyes became red. My throat was swollen, I couldn’t breathe. That was not such a friendly wildflower.
liz
once picked a bunch of wild flowers of the side of the road to bring to marcy . we had a girls’ night and it was the best date ever. they were past their prime but still beautiful. my feet hurt because my shoes were too high.
Heather
i called her my wildflower and she would laugh. you don’t even know what you mean, she would say. you’re my wildflower, i would repeat. you are not a fucking botanist. you don’t know what you’re talking about.
Jason
The wildflower was swaying softly in the wind. It seemed peaceful and completely unaware of the raging storm around it. It’s petals shook, but none came apart, every stem in place. The grass around it shook and rattled and ground it’s coarse edges against it’s stalk, but the wildflower stayed strong.
Katie
So I once was a wallflower; I never went to parties, I never danced. I should have danced; I don’t know what being a wall flower did to me, but when I got to college I started partying, started being social; became a wildflower. Then I realized, I really don’t like people.
Goat
beautiful, gracefully blowing in the wind. Vivid colours and in abundince. Running through the field filled with them is so peaceful.
Kat
Little yellow petals stuck to my boots as I climb up along the waterfall leading out of Little Yosemite. This image stays in my mind for 17 years, emerges here in this prose poem on the internet for anonymous strangers and others.
David
That is what I wish I could be like sometimes. Just grow at my own rate for my own reasons with no regards for what anyone else thinks or wants, just grow for me. And eventually drops some seeds to help others grow
Dwight
that reminds me of that band wall flowers. i never listened to them. whats the difference between a wildflwer and a non wild flower? i writge graffiti on othe peoples property horay. im not just im just typing fast dont judge me :)KRJHBFVJBRIJVKHBFDRJIBVRJEBGFO8KUJHBERGKI8REUHBGIEHRBGFV5IE,KRHBGFV;IERUHJBGFVE5R.LIJBHFGVG;LE[IR.JBHF;ERI.LHGBF;IERHBGF;IUHGBF;IEUHRGBF;EIHGBVF;IEHRBGFLEIHGBRFJUHEBGFVLJEHRGFJLERBBEJEHRBFJEHB.
CONBERT
your momma!!!!!!!!!!!!! oh snappppppap
erik weasel
Why should we be focused on freedom when it is impossible? It is impossible to be free in a world where the water we drink comes with a tax. We can’t have freedom, at least not before we have liberation. The next person who wishes with world peace should be charged with liberating so that this idea may be possible. I also don’t mean liberating as in war. I mean liberating as in ideas. Obviously this government is working for us. We need new ideas to survive in a world holding onto old ways because change isn’t something we are ready to buy yet. So now I say world peace, and yes I will liberate you. Give me 15 years and I will move this mountain. My name is Rick Kehler. Remember it.
Rick Kehler
i love nature. i want to walk and talk with him holding hands. go hiking climbing walking and love life. i love him, he makes me so happy. we’ll be together forever enjoying what nature and life has to offer.
jess
A wildflower can be anything found in nature that was not intentionally placed there. They are beautiful and they prevent erosion because over time they adapt to their environment and develop roots strong enough to prevent the earth around them from drastic movement that is characteristic of erosion.
girl1147
Like a wildflower in the breeze,
you sway on faulty hips,
thin and translucent,
sweet and floral.
You sing like the wildflowers,
a sofy silly melody of whimsical bliss
and you dance a blithe jig
and you stun my soul to stillness.
Kim
grow outside
blow in teh wind
make me sneeze during the spring
wildflowers capture my imagination
make me wonder where I’ve been and where I’m going
wildflowers
yellow, purple, soft, delicate yet hearty
Emily
It’s a matter of pride, a matter of reckless abandon, a matter of being able to walk to the pub and tell your woman to fuck off. It’s more than having your way, it’s having the right to live your life the way you want, world be damned and everything can come at you but at the very least you made the choice. It was yours to begin with, and you die alone.
Paisley
flowers are the beauty of wilderness. When I see wildflowers, they remind me of my niece, who was the prettiest girl and smartest cutie I’ve ever met in my life. It was so random that my niece is like she is.
Geoff
THe wildflowers manifest the meadow. Their roots take over the soil. THeir colored petals float off in the wind, ever so lovingly.
Bethany
beautiful, fragrant, full of joy. So wonderful for the eye to behold. God’s beautiful creation, set forth for all the world to see. Available to everyone who walks by. Gift of the father to his creation.
rachel
I love wildflowers, especially an entire field of them. They sway int he breeze, very carefree. I love to plant wildflowers and pick them, but they don’t always last long in a vase. Like they really want to be free, not cut, not made to die prematurely just for my pleasure. They want to live out their lives in a field until they die and scatter their seeds until the next spring when they renew themselves again.
Jacie
Texas. Bluebonnets. Lady Bird. Taking pictures of my daughter in the spring. Beautiful memories which seem too far away now.
A wild flower is something so natural. So natural that it will just grow in the earth out of a seed brought or dropped by the birds. It is so fucking natural it can be considered the greatest thing in life without it actually being so huge, or amazing at plain view. I havent seen a wild flower in a while or maybe i havent stopped to see one. I havent had the time, or maybe i havent had the will. Who knows, life is wonderful, just like the flower.
Wildflowers are the natural healing power of the universe, milions of years ago, the zuton people of the seventh moon of karlon embarked on a spiritual journey to fond a peaceful place to live, but they were allergic to flowers and susequentally died. Its a shame, really
i like wild flowers they are beautiful and make me feel free and healthy happy even I want to be in a field full of wild flowers
They were running through a field that had thick grass and windpower towers every fifty feet. The night was filled with stars and the moon illuminated their two figures. The wildflowers were the only witnesses.
its a wildflower, that grows, over and over again, in our minds, in our, reality, in our harts. just follow de right place.and dont fall down in love.
snowmass…summer. walking the path towards daily mountain. my brothers and i are young and scruffy. i’m decked out and think i look cute. barry is with us to take pictures for the snowmass sun. he ends up only using mine and i am proud.
yellow pretty blowing in the breeze youth hope dream me living for today happiness careful fun loving child mine desire thankyou done now
a yellow burst of sunshine brightening the broken deadness of the median strip splitting the world into coming and going. a ball of light in a sea of cracked dark asphalt. a tip of a violet wave crashing purple in a sea of green.
It was always like a wildflower. It was everywhere. In the squiggles that float before my eyes. In the shadows I walk through. It seems so well known, yet we can never talk about it again.
orange popiefields and yellow work that Brian did today and sequoia when i was little camping with my family which makes me think of when i was stranded by myself and i made a flower headband in fron of my uncles house. then i remember flowers that my dad brought for my mom and flowers that i had in my room in Chicago and now Im not thinking of much.
wild flowers are wild only to you. To me they are tame, as tame as a circus lion. I used to fear them, but now i see them as misunderstood. wild flowers are my heros.
wildflower? seriously?
uhm it makes me think about hippies!
crazy, wild, sex addicted hippies!
and flowers of course.
pretty weedy, multi-colored flowers.
this site is crazy, and i love it.
has it been 60 seconds yet?
The album by Tom Petty that has that one song about getting to the point and smoking another joint. That song is great. It reminds me of simpler times, like living in the middle of Missouri and drinking beer with good friends all weekend. All the other songs on that album seem to suck.
The last thing she left him was a wildflower. It was an Indian Paintbrush, redder than her hair had ever been, but it still wasn’t enough.
Wildflowers are dying. It’s the fall. Winter will soon rearing its chilly head. We’ll pull out warm wool mittens and coats. Wearing multiple layers. Waiting with baited breath for the wildflowers to bloom again.
Up in the north west of WA there’s a town called Eneabba. It’s pretty much a ghost town. There’s a sand mine there somewhere and a few demountible homes. The population might be, say, 50 people for most of the year. It’s dusty, it’s dry, it’s hot and uncomofortable; but every year in wildflower season it comes alive.
i love wildflowers, I always wished someone would pick some and bring them to me but they don’t I am alone like those stray flowers you see growing out od the concrete. I just don’t love my self enough.
It was a long hike. We went fast and were sweating when we reached the top, only to be greeted by the reds, blues, yellows, and overwhelming green of the hill. It was like taking the sacrament.
funny way to describe a flower dont u think? arent all flowers wild?
Something happened to me. My skin broke out in hives everywhere and my eyes became red. My throat was swollen, I couldn’t breathe. That was not such a friendly wildflower.
once picked a bunch of wild flowers of the side of the road to bring to marcy . we had a girls’ night and it was the best date ever. they were past their prime but still beautiful. my feet hurt because my shoes were too high.
i called her my wildflower and she would laugh. you don’t even know what you mean, she would say. you’re my wildflower, i would repeat. you are not a fucking botanist. you don’t know what you’re talking about.
The wildflower was swaying softly in the wind. It seemed peaceful and completely unaware of the raging storm around it. It’s petals shook, but none came apart, every stem in place. The grass around it shook and rattled and ground it’s coarse edges against it’s stalk, but the wildflower stayed strong.
So I once was a wallflower; I never went to parties, I never danced. I should have danced; I don’t know what being a wall flower did to me, but when I got to college I started partying, started being social; became a wildflower. Then I realized, I really don’t like people.
beautiful, gracefully blowing in the wind. Vivid colours and in abundince. Running through the field filled with them is so peaceful.
Little yellow petals stuck to my boots as I climb up along the waterfall leading out of Little Yosemite. This image stays in my mind for 17 years, emerges here in this prose poem on the internet for anonymous strangers and others.
That is what I wish I could be like sometimes. Just grow at my own rate for my own reasons with no regards for what anyone else thinks or wants, just grow for me. And eventually drops some seeds to help others grow
that reminds me of that band wall flowers. i never listened to them. whats the difference between a wildflwer and a non wild flower? i writge graffiti on othe peoples property horay. im not just im just typing fast dont judge me :)KRJHBFVJBRIJVKHBFDRJIBVRJEBGFO8KUJHBERGKI8REUHBGIEHRBGFV5IE,KRHBGFV;IERUHJBGFVE5R.LIJBHFGVG;LE[IR.JBHF;ERI.LHGBF;IERHBGF;IUHGBF;IEUHRGBF;EIHGBVF;IEHRBGFLEIHGBRFJUHEBGFVLJEHRGFJLERBBEJEHRBFJEHB.
your momma!!!!!!!!!!!!! oh snappppppap
Why should we be focused on freedom when it is impossible? It is impossible to be free in a world where the water we drink comes with a tax. We can’t have freedom, at least not before we have liberation. The next person who wishes with world peace should be charged with liberating so that this idea may be possible. I also don’t mean liberating as in war. I mean liberating as in ideas. Obviously this government is working for us. We need new ideas to survive in a world holding onto old ways because change isn’t something we are ready to buy yet. So now I say world peace, and yes I will liberate you. Give me 15 years and I will move this mountain. My name is Rick Kehler. Remember it.
i love nature. i want to walk and talk with him holding hands. go hiking climbing walking and love life. i love him, he makes me so happy. we’ll be together forever enjoying what nature and life has to offer.
A wildflower can be anything found in nature that was not intentionally placed there. They are beautiful and they prevent erosion because over time they adapt to their environment and develop roots strong enough to prevent the earth around them from drastic movement that is characteristic of erosion.
Like a wildflower in the breeze,
you sway on faulty hips,
thin and translucent,
sweet and floral.
You sing like the wildflowers,
a sofy silly melody of whimsical bliss
and you dance a blithe jig
and you stun my soul to stillness.
grow outside
blow in teh wind
make me sneeze during the spring
wildflowers capture my imagination
make me wonder where I’ve been and where I’m going
wildflowers
yellow, purple, soft, delicate yet hearty
It’s a matter of pride, a matter of reckless abandon, a matter of being able to walk to the pub and tell your woman to fuck off. It’s more than having your way, it’s having the right to live your life the way you want, world be damned and everything can come at you but at the very least you made the choice. It was yours to begin with, and you die alone.
flowers are the beauty of wilderness. When I see wildflowers, they remind me of my niece, who was the prettiest girl and smartest cutie I’ve ever met in my life. It was so random that my niece is like she is.
THe wildflowers manifest the meadow. Their roots take over the soil. THeir colored petals float off in the wind, ever so lovingly.
beautiful, fragrant, full of joy. So wonderful for the eye to behold. God’s beautiful creation, set forth for all the world to see. Available to everyone who walks by. Gift of the father to his creation.
I love wildflowers, especially an entire field of them. They sway int he breeze, very carefree. I love to plant wildflowers and pick them, but they don’t always last long in a vase. Like they really want to be free, not cut, not made to die prematurely just for my pleasure. They want to live out their lives in a field until they die and scatter their seeds until the next spring when they renew themselves again.
Texas. Bluebonnets. Lady Bird. Taking pictures of my daughter in the spring. Beautiful memories which seem too far away now.