following the sun in the sky, the petals of a million different wildflowers all perfectly aligned today. just for a moment. did you miss it? did you miss me asking you to come with me for a little walk through the meadow? i’d guess your answer is yes.
wild flowers can appear in woods and gardens, even rainforests. everywhere! I don’t really know much about them, but I presume that they come in many different colours, shapes, textures etc! Probably some of them can be described as weeds.
i love wildflowers they ae so awesome how spontaneous they are. They could be blue and pink and red or a mixture of all sorts of them. If I had a choice of seeing the same flower or wildflowers I would definetly choose wildflowers. Some people
i look at the picture, it sings to me. the colors envelop the hues of the ground, of the lake, of the sky. i want to go to it. i want to embrace it. wildflower. will you call my name when spring is over? wildflower, will anyone ever tame you? wildflower, do you love me?
I have no idea what that is. Probably a flower. Possibly grows in the wild. Maybe it means a very wild virgin? That would be interesting. Or maybe a flower that can eat other, and does so wildly. That sounds awesome. Or it’s talking about angry hippies.
Scouring across the green mesa. I paused to catch a scent on the wind. Peacebloom! I moved quickly with the wind to find the rare and precious flower. I stooped over with my knife and cut the bloom off below the first set of leaves.
there it was. in the distant meadows of time, yet flowing with the wind, the wildflower. purple, yellow, green, red; all different colors representing the five elements.
love of life manifested in a single blossom, arching to the sun and making color alive–gathering dew and sharing oxygen, and blessing all who see it…..wildflower, gift of life.
wildflowers grow in the places where no one looks. I don’t know what I’m writing. I suck at creative writing anyhoo. I should do math but I hate that too.
I guess I’m a wildflower with no purpose in life but to look pretty. or whatever. end, dammit.
a wonderful place to watch the sun rise and fall in fields of green over the hills beyond the trees but just around the bend all at once. peaceful and serene what an amazing place to set and read a book or just wonder. then at night the stars come out
There is nothing quite as wonderful as the beauty of a wildflower – standing in some place unexpected just waiting to bless the person that walks by. A wildflower is God’s gentle reminder that He is with me no matter what. It is His smile here on earth. A wildflower is a beautiful thing.
and the overpowering scent of flowers captured me. i fell back into the field and they captured me, embraced me and danced in front of my face, long fragile stems and tiny petals in every colour.
it is a beautiful thing, found on the west coast of south africa. sometimes in spring, they come up together, and look like a magical rainbow of colour and vibrancy. it is an incredible sight. they also look awesome in wedding bouquets! i wish my garden had more of them.
Wildflower honey. Wildflower meadow. I had a wildflower meadow seed packet once, but when I spread the seeds out in front of the house I couldn’t tell if any of them germinated – because the front of my house was full of wildflowers! How silly. Lovely black-eyed-susans and jack-in-the-pulpits. I love daisies best. I used to tear up queen-anne’s-lace along the prairie path in Illinois
I smell a smell so sweet and tender. i wonder where this scent comes from… I look and see.. It’s a wildflower, so pretty. just there, dancing in the wind.
wildflower can be found in the fields. Its probbaly yellow with a green centre or red with a purple centre. It is in the middle of wilderness that you will be surprised to find that it there. And when you do find it, it restores your hope that depite the worst of times, there will always be awildflower to be found.
pretty wildflower that lives all alone in the wind blown plains of the north west. the only color for miles around and I found it with no help from anyone else. I had to move quickyly before the Men came to snatch away its beauty.
the wildflowers used to grow in my grandmother’s backyard. at least, that’s how i thought of them up until the ripe old age of eighteen. her garden was abloom with randomness. i could see no sense in the madness, but i loved it that way. to this day i feel as if she scattered the seeds in a fit of randomness and their beauty grew just as she willed them to.
A wildflower sat behind her brown tumbling hair, as she blow the dandelion seeds across the field. She thought “i wish every thing would be all right.”
Wildflowers are beautiful.
I like to study them when I go out west to Wyoming and Colorado.
I especially like the flaming hot pink ones. The ones the color of a summer sunsets.
sunsets are beautiful too.
kind of like you.
I love you Eric. and I always will. I have faith that we will be together forever.
and because I believe with all my heart, it will happen.
I love you.
and flowers.
Wildflowers: spreading, growing, without human intervention. Catching the breezes and having their seeds fly further into the unknown, boldly claiming new plots of land for their kind.
this is summer and the cotton is floating like august snowflakes. i am caught between this beautiful place and my friends back home. where do you want to travel to after you’ve already been to paradise? If I live to be a hundred I will never ever forget that feeling of warm air mixed with sunlight.
the sun sees all
the slow smiles
and glowing eyes
your hair whips in fast turns
and you stroke the grass in slow circles
the wildflower watches you
my little wild flower.
one time in mcall, idaho i was staying at a family friends house. and in the yard was a LARGE amount of wildflowers…and i stood out in there yard and juts gazed out upon them. they were really really pretty. but at the same time, they were really unorganized, and it was almost irritating. i came to found out that i really didnt like wildflowers…and i dont really like flowers either.
Wildflowers are usually found by the side of the road (not unlike roadkill but a little more alive), also in woods, swamps and many other settings. The probably also grow where the wild things are as they are a wild thing.
“Wildflowers?” she asked. “Really?” Her nose wrinkled, a tiny line forming between her eyes.
My chest constricted, everything about her committed to memory so very, very effortlessly. Fuck, I thought to myself. If only I could just *say it*, just tell her how I feel.
It’s fall right? October and the dust is flying and everyone is dabbing their eyes in all this fucked up matrimonial joy. I’m 3, right? And this wind is a bitch and this man is a bastard and my mom doesn’t know her ass from the flower in her hair. Fuck it, I’m off to throw the petals.
the wildflower wasn’t native to that town, and flowers certainly aren’t native to 7-eleven parking lots. But with the laws of nature and botany pushed to the back of my mind, I knelt down to pick the flower.
following the sun in the sky, the petals of a million different wildflowers all perfectly aligned today. just for a moment. did you miss it? did you miss me asking you to come with me for a little walk through the meadow? i’d guess your answer is yes.
wild flowers can appear in woods and gardens, even rainforests. everywhere! I don’t really know much about them, but I presume that they come in many different colours, shapes, textures etc! Probably some of them can be described as weeds.
i love wildflowers they ae so awesome how spontaneous they are. They could be blue and pink and red or a mixture of all sorts of them. If I had a choice of seeing the same flower or wildflowers I would definetly choose wildflowers. Some people
wildflower
i look at the picture, it sings to me. the colors envelop the hues of the ground, of the lake, of the sky. i want to go to it. i want to embrace it. wildflower. will you call my name when spring is over? wildflower, will anyone ever tame you? wildflower, do you love me?
can you love?
nice warm elegant what is life what is a flower may be is yellow may be is going to be rad fight
I have no idea what that is. Probably a flower. Possibly grows in the wild. Maybe it means a very wild virgin? That would be interesting. Or maybe a flower that can eat other, and does so wildly. That sounds awesome. Or it’s talking about angry hippies.
Sometimes wild flowers seem less wild than they should be. Are they as free as I want to be?
Scouring across the green mesa. I paused to catch a scent on the wind. Peacebloom! I moved quickly with the wind to find the rare and precious flower. I stooped over with my knife and cut the bloom off below the first set of leaves.
there it was. in the distant meadows of time, yet flowing with the wind, the wildflower. purple, yellow, green, red; all different colors representing the five elements.
wildflower
stupid
yet beautiful
I’ve never seen one
except in my dreams
my dreams of all beautiful things
such as this
the wildflower
love of life manifested in a single blossom, arching to the sun and making color alive–gathering dew and sharing oxygen, and blessing all who see it…..wildflower, gift of life.
wildflowers grow in the places where no one looks. I don’t know what I’m writing. I suck at creative writing anyhoo. I should do math but I hate that too.
I guess I’m a wildflower with no purpose in life but to look pretty. or whatever. end, dammit.
a wonderful place to watch the sun rise and fall in fields of green over the hills beyond the trees but just around the bend all at once. peaceful and serene what an amazing place to set and read a book or just wonder. then at night the stars come out
There is nothing quite as wonderful as the beauty of a wildflower – standing in some place unexpected just waiting to bless the person that walks by. A wildflower is God’s gentle reminder that He is with me no matter what. It is His smile here on earth. A wildflower is a beautiful thing.
roses, daises, smell scent lauren , girls, green pasutes , feilds , bluebonnets, happy, colorful, smells good, spring, rain, april, may , praries,
She was soft and shiny, but wildflower tendencies made her amazing to me.
and the overpowering scent of flowers captured me. i fell back into the field and they captured me, embraced me and danced in front of my face, long fragile stems and tiny petals in every colour.
it is a beautiful thing, found on the west coast of south africa. sometimes in spring, they come up together, and look like a magical rainbow of colour and vibrancy. it is an incredible sight. they also look awesome in wedding bouquets! i wish my garden had more of them.
i picked a wildflower
the god’s cried
the soil mourned
my shadow grinned
Wildflower honey. Wildflower meadow. I had a wildflower meadow seed packet once, but when I spread the seeds out in front of the house I couldn’t tell if any of them germinated – because the front of my house was full of wildflowers! How silly. Lovely black-eyed-susans and jack-in-the-pulpits. I love daisies best. I used to tear up queen-anne’s-lace along the prairie path in Illinois
I smell a smell so sweet and tender. i wonder where this scent comes from… I look and see.. It’s a wildflower, so pretty. just there, dancing in the wind.
wildflower can be found in the fields. Its probbaly yellow with a green centre or red with a purple centre. It is in the middle of wilderness that you will be surprised to find that it there. And when you do find it, it restores your hope that depite the worst of times, there will always be awildflower to be found.
There is nothing wildflower about me. I’m more wallflower really. You get that.
pretty wildflower that lives all alone in the wind blown plains of the north west. the only color for miles around and I found it with no help from anyone else. I had to move quickyly before the Men came to snatch away its beauty.
Spring. Yellow. Orange. Purple. White. The wild flowers flow through meadows – an ocean of color.
the wildflowers used to grow in my grandmother’s backyard. at least, that’s how i thought of them up until the ripe old age of eighteen. her garden was abloom with randomness. i could see no sense in the madness, but i loved it that way. to this day i feel as if she scattered the seeds in a fit of randomness and their beauty grew just as she willed them to.
A wildflower sat behind her brown tumbling hair, as she blow the dandelion seeds across the field. She thought “i wish every thing would be all right.”
The ones by my house used to be so pretty.
Back when.
It used to be a field.
Now it’s cement and gravel. And where will all the flood water pool now, eh?
Wildflowers are beautiful.
I like to study them when I go out west to Wyoming and Colorado.
I especially like the flaming hot pink ones. The ones the color of a summer sunsets.
sunsets are beautiful too.
kind of like you.
I love you Eric. and I always will. I have faith that we will be together forever.
and because I believe with all my heart, it will happen.
I love you.
and flowers.
Wildflowers: spreading, growing, without human intervention. Catching the breezes and having their seeds fly further into the unknown, boldly claiming new plots of land for their kind.
this is summer and the cotton is floating like august snowflakes. i am caught between this beautiful place and my friends back home. where do you want to travel to after you’ve already been to paradise? If I live to be a hundred I will never ever forget that feeling of warm air mixed with sunlight.
the sun sees all
the slow smiles
and glowing eyes
your hair whips in fast turns
and you stroke the grass in slow circles
the wildflower watches you
my little wild flower.
meadows, yellow, pink, oragnge colors scent spring days, running through fields, racing as the afternoon drifts away.
one time in mcall, idaho i was staying at a family friends house. and in the yard was a LARGE amount of wildflowers…and i stood out in there yard and juts gazed out upon them. they were really really pretty. but at the same time, they were really unorganized, and it was almost irritating. i came to found out that i really didnt like wildflowers…and i dont really like flowers either.
Wildflowers are usually found by the side of the road (not unlike roadkill but a little more alive), also in woods, swamps and many other settings. The probably also grow where the wild things are as they are a wild thing.
“Wildflowers?” she asked. “Really?” Her nose wrinkled, a tiny line forming between her eyes.
My chest constricted, everything about her committed to memory so very, very effortlessly. Fuck, I thought to myself. If only I could just *say it*, just tell her how I feel.
wildflowers choose to be wild, a winter is no less dormant than the glow of a wildflower. wildflowers will be always and forever wildfire
It’s fall right? October and the dust is flying and everyone is dabbing their eyes in all this fucked up matrimonial joy. I’m 3, right? And this wind is a bitch and this man is a bastard and my mom doesn’t know her ass from the flower in her hair. Fuck it, I’m off to throw the petals.
the wildflower wasn’t native to that town, and flowers certainly aren’t native to 7-eleven parking lots. But with the laws of nature and botany pushed to the back of my mind, I knelt down to pick the flower.