Wildflowers in the forest. But not in the forest. In the wild for everyone. Smelling beautiful and fragrant. Do you see them? Can you smell them? Do you feel their presence?
beautiful plant, makes me this of being out in the country in a little white dress in a house with a porch, being happily married with two lovely kids. tom petty’s song pops into my head.
flower lilly pad?
posole forest jungle hair think yourface how? huh?. what when why hey here fear hare you think those jig jug hug jog run fun fight high heaight heat dear susy is annoying haha lol laugh waffle rofl teddy bear elio
blue, fresh green, mashed up against the blue sky back ground. Little yellow petals fighting to stay pu against the wind. Small Wild bees tumbling along, alighting to rest and sup.
yellow
in a meadow
carelessly swaying in the breeze
no worries, just reality
no pills, no pains
natural and unconfined
no strings of our society attached
no scars, just love.
Wildflowers represent many things. My favorite being freedom. I love the idea of being able to just run free and sway in the wind like a wild flower. I want to be like them, almost if it was like i had the freedom to run naked through a field. To feel uninhibited while i run, like a wild flower.
I am a wildflower. I mind my own business and just blow in the breeze. I am surrounded by beauty, but I prefer to stick to myself. I am unassuming in my sameness with the other flowers, but I am wild in my own right.
She stood in a field and looked out at the beautiful sight. She saw everything. her past. her future. and everything inbetween. she began to walk and the aroma filled her with such a bittersweetness. She smiled and walked to her beautiful home, located in a field of wildflowers.
It reminds me of something I want to be. Something natural, yet rebellious. I’ve always been one to conform to the rules, always follow through with obligations. I’ve never quite taken the time to be myself and do the things I want to do on my own time because I’ve never given myself the liberty. It’s time I wish for it though, and hopefully get it too.
When you go out into the wild, there are many beautiful things, one of which would the simply, the wildflower. But what is it about this we that we find so truly beautiful? Sure it may have a wonderful aroma, or be pleasing to the eye, but more than that, it is the metaphor for freedom. It is surviving and thriving on its own, without the help of anything else. That is the true beauty. True independence.
When you go out into the wild, there are many beautiful things, one of which would the simply, the wildflower. But what is it about this we that we find so truly beautiful? Sure it may have a wonderful aroma, or be pleasing to the eye, but more than that, it is the metaphor for freedom. It is surviving and thriving on its own, without the help of anything else. That is the true beauty. True independence.
There was a field that my father’s psychic told him about there was a field with blueberries, blue butterflies, and me, there was a field, under a blue sky, that she knew. She knew she knew it would come to be a blue field with a beautiful blue girl, flitting alongside the rest of the world. The psychic told my father he would have this moment, have it like a child, his child, the daughter that would some day come to live in this moment.
Wildflowers are not stunning or vivid or noticeable. They’re calm, placid, frail little things that tend to get eaten a lot. Yellow and red come to mind… such vibrant colours for s
wildflowers are beautiful. In fact, they are a source of inspiration when you are feeling down. Their colors astound you with their unqiue beauty. Amazingly, there are no two flowers alike. They can be used to cheer someone up on a bad day, as a show of love, and often they are used to decorate the graves of those who have gone on. Interestingly enough, wildflowers mean so much, although we rarely realize it.
beauty, it shows more passion than the world can hold. a wild flower is like a field full of beautiful women. to be wild is to be free, and to be free is beautiful. whats more beautiful than a wild flower? imagination, feeling, sensing and most importantly, loving.
something free in the world….a thing of beauty, coming out of nowhere, needing nothing but to add to the beauty we perceive in our daily lives….giving and asking noth
She could be called a wildflower because she is so willowy and breezy and you never know where her beautiful, sun-kissed face will next appear. If it will light up a dingy alley, or accent a rainy pier.
Wildflowers remind me of a story about my great grandfather. He was the most amazing man. When he was old and lonely, he would “court” the single older women in town. He picked wildflowers on the side of the road to give to a woman he was interested in. She turned up her nose at this incredibly romantic gesture, because they weren’t store bought roses or jewelry. I think any man who picks wildflowers by the side of the road is worth a dozen men with red roses.
Beautiful mountains with nothing planted except by nature itself. the colors are vivid and random. walking along one seems to be lost in a blanket of riotous color
It is what I see in the midst on knowing nothing-staring off in the distance. I try to understand somthing-anything, but I all I see are the wildflowers….
Fields swaying in rhythm with the breath of life. Purples and whites dazzle the eye. It takes a moment to see it all. The mind stretches out and relaxes. Deep breaths.
i see the flower and i feel free living in a state with no animosity out in the wild no care cares or worries living freely growing freely and becoming something so beautiful i envy the wild flower because of its naturalness i envy the flower because its beauty
Wildflowers are very super pretty! some are nasty and have lots of bugs on them… and might get up your nose if you smell them too close. Some are stinky… some are sweet… but none are good to eat. I like the piunk ones… though all I find are yellow and white. I like to pick them and toss them in people’s faces…
wildflowers are probably the prettiest flowers. They grow all over the place and don’t usually need any special care. Sometimes they are like weeds and grow in your hair, and then you need to shave your head and throw your hair and the wildflowers at people when they pass by you. Just like mom used to do.
Hmmm I want to go home.. I dont want to write about a wildflower I hate flowers!! I do want to watch CSI and OH yes GOoo niners! woop woop OMG I so want a starbucks… YES starbucks it is
i want to clean my car, but the outside is clean.
the inside of the car is the mess…
just like my bedroom
its terrorizing my mind.
all i want to do is cook cook cook
because that makes me feel safe for my family…
then i can buy more veggies to create more healthy things to eat during the work week..
im dying to be a hot girl
but, then i forgot that i already am…
didnt you know?
i think he knows…
they all know… im just a rocker at heart. and i know it, yep i do..
back to my bedroom mess, i cant rest well, until i know that the stank is out of the closet.
gosh. i wish that stank would disappear when i wake up, like immediately… whats up with that.
i dream of genie use to just clean up with the wiggle of her nose. that so sucks, that we can;t do that for real.
who made that show anyways, its contributing to my laziness.
i think ive been writing for more than 60 seconds.
i think this site is cheating me of my time. cause i totally have been writing for a hell of long time
I picked up the beautiful wildflower and placed it close to my lips. I could smell spring contained in the red petals, and understood why Benjamin was always such an avid naturalist. I’d always thought we was just too drugged up to realize what was going on – but now I understood. It was time for me to go back to my roots.
I want to grow wildflowers in my apartment. We just moved to an apartment from a house and I miss having a garden. I am researching how I can have one in my apartment and I want to start with wildflowers and herbs.
Wildflowers in the forest. But not in the forest. In the wild for everyone. Smelling beautiful and fragrant. Do you see them? Can you smell them? Do you feel their presence?
beautiful plant, makes me this of being out in the country in a little white dress in a house with a porch, being happily married with two lovely kids. tom petty’s song pops into my head.
flower lilly pad?
posole forest jungle hair think yourface how? huh?. what when why hey here fear hare you think those jig jug hug jog run fun fight high heaight heat dear susy is annoying haha lol laugh waffle rofl teddy bear elio
Beautiful, small, fragile, colorful, fragrant, fun, weed, blooming, growing, blowing in the breeze
blue, fresh green, mashed up against the blue sky back ground. Little yellow petals fighting to stay pu against the wind. Small Wild bees tumbling along, alighting to rest and sup.
yellow
in a meadow
carelessly swaying in the breeze
no worries, just reality
no pills, no pains
natural and unconfined
no strings of our society attached
no scars, just love.
blue, a wild flower should be blue.
brilliant and noticeable.
a secure habitat to any.
Wildflowers represent many things. My favorite being freedom. I love the idea of being able to just run free and sway in the wind like a wild flower. I want to be like them, almost if it was like i had the freedom to run naked through a field. To feel uninhibited while i run, like a wild flower.
I am a wildflower. I mind my own business and just blow in the breeze. I am surrounded by beauty, but I prefer to stick to myself. I am unassuming in my sameness with the other flowers, but I am wild in my own right.
pretentious sounding word, kinda seems like it might be a women’s perfume, or some kind of pot pourri that is so rank it burns your nostril hairs.
She stood in a field and looked out at the beautiful sight. She saw everything. her past. her future. and everything inbetween. she began to walk and the aroma filled her with such a bittersweetness. She smiled and walked to her beautiful home, located in a field of wildflowers.
It reminds me of something I want to be. Something natural, yet rebellious. I’ve always been one to conform to the rules, always follow through with obligations. I’ve never quite taken the time to be myself and do the things I want to do on my own time because I’ve never given myself the liberty. It’s time I wish for it though, and hopefully get it too.
When you go out into the wild, there are many beautiful things, one of which would the simply, the wildflower. But what is it about this we that we find so truly beautiful? Sure it may have a wonderful aroma, or be pleasing to the eye, but more than that, it is the metaphor for freedom. It is surviving and thriving on its own, without the help of anything else. That is the true beauty. True independence.
When you go out into the wild, there are many beautiful things, one of which would the simply, the wildflower. But what is it about this we that we find so truly beautiful? Sure it may have a wonderful aroma, or be pleasing to the eye, but more than that, it is the metaphor for freedom. It is surviving and thriving on its own, without the help of anything else. That is the true beauty. True independence.
There was a field that my father’s psychic told him about there was a field with blueberries, blue butterflies, and me, there was a field, under a blue sky, that she knew. She knew she knew it would come to be a blue field with a beautiful blue girl, flitting alongside the rest of the world. The psychic told my father he would have this moment, have it like a child, his child, the daughter that would some day come to live in this moment.
Wildflowers are not stunning or vivid or noticeable. They’re calm, placid, frail little things that tend to get eaten a lot. Yellow and red come to mind… such vibrant colours for s
It’s nature’s spontaneous expression of itself.
wildflowers are beautiful. In fact, they are a source of inspiration when you are feeling down. Their colors astound you with their unqiue beauty. Amazingly, there are no two flowers alike. They can be used to cheer someone up on a bad day, as a show of love, and often they are used to decorate the graves of those who have gone on. Interestingly enough, wildflowers mean so much, although we rarely realize it.
The wildflowers.
red
yellow
blue
purple
colors make me think
what has this world come to
oh god
save the world
beauty, it shows more passion than the world can hold. a wild flower is like a field full of beautiful women. to be wild is to be free, and to be free is beautiful. whats more beautiful than a wild flower? imagination, feeling, sensing and most importantly, loving.
something free in the world….a thing of beauty, coming out of nowhere, needing nothing but to add to the beauty we perceive in our daily lives….giving and asking noth
a flower that is grown in the wild uninterrupted by may or man made objects.
She could be called a wildflower because she is so willowy and breezy and you never know where her beautiful, sun-kissed face will next appear. If it will light up a dingy alley, or accent a rainy pier.
Wildflowers remind me of a story about my great grandfather. He was the most amazing man. When he was old and lonely, he would “court” the single older women in town. He picked wildflowers on the side of the road to give to a woman he was interested in. She turned up her nose at this incredibly romantic gesture, because they weren’t store bought roses or jewelry. I think any man who picks wildflowers by the side of the road is worth a dozen men with red roses.
Beautiful mountains with nothing planted except by nature itself. the colors are vivid and random. walking along one seems to be lost in a blanket of riotous color
It is what I see in the midst on knowing nothing-staring off in the distance. I try to understand somthing-anything, but I all I see are the wildflowers….
I remember when I was younger, my father and I would pick wildflowers in the pasture of our farm for my mother.
wildflower.
grow beautifully and free.
Fields swaying in rhythm with the breath of life. Purples and whites dazzle the eye. It takes a moment to see it all. The mind stretches out and relaxes. Deep breaths.
there are wild flower in the field by the brook. she picks them with thought. Care free and wild just like the flowers in her hand.
i see the flower and i feel free living in a state with no animosity out in the wild no care cares or worries living freely growing freely and becoming something so beautiful i envy the wild flower because of its naturalness i envy the flower because its beauty
yellow flower in a field
wild life embracing the sky and me
Wildflowers are very super pretty! some are nasty and have lots of bugs on them… and might get up your nose if you smell them too close. Some are stinky… some are sweet… but none are good to eat. I like the piunk ones… though all I find are yellow and white. I like to pick them and toss them in people’s faces…
wildflowers are probably the prettiest flowers. They grow all over the place and don’t usually need any special care. Sometimes they are like weeds and grow in your hair, and then you need to shave your head and throw your hair and the wildflowers at people when they pass by you. Just like mom used to do.
i’m waiting for the next word.
i’m tired of writing for wildflower.
you know how it is.
:(
Hmmm I want to go home.. I dont want to write about a wildflower I hate flowers!! I do want to watch CSI and OH yes GOoo niners! woop woop OMG I so want a starbucks… YES starbucks it is
i want to clean my car, but the outside is clean.
the inside of the car is the mess…
just like my bedroom
its terrorizing my mind.
all i want to do is cook cook cook
because that makes me feel safe for my family…
then i can buy more veggies to create more healthy things to eat during the work week..
im dying to be a hot girl
but, then i forgot that i already am…
didnt you know?
i think he knows…
they all know… im just a rocker at heart. and i know it, yep i do..
back to my bedroom mess, i cant rest well, until i know that the stank is out of the closet.
gosh. i wish that stank would disappear when i wake up, like immediately… whats up with that.
i dream of genie use to just clean up with the wiggle of her nose. that so sucks, that we can;t do that for real.
who made that show anyways, its contributing to my laziness.
i think ive been writing for more than 60 seconds.
i think this site is cheating me of my time. cause i totally have been writing for a hell of long time
I picked up the beautiful wildflower and placed it close to my lips. I could smell spring contained in the red petals, and understood why Benjamin was always such an avid naturalist. I’d always thought we was just too drugged up to realize what was going on – but now I understood. It was time for me to go back to my roots.
I want to grow wildflowers in my apartment. We just moved to an apartment from a house and I miss having a garden. I am researching how I can have one in my apartment and I want to start with wildflowers and herbs.