she is a wild flower
as she feels warmth
from above
as she is trickled upon
by rain
as she grows
from everything she needs
as she shrivels up
from everything that she doesn’t
she soon realizes
that savoring moments
being alive
in only one at a time
is going to help her grow
greater than before
little by little
going back a step
growing again
is how a wild flower survives
she is a survivor
she is a wild flower
- the goodness of flowers
M Jan 25
Sit
Sit, stare at wildflowers
Humans have no roots
Chaining us to
Soil
Nothing to save us
From life's trampling boots
As We sit and watch the wildflowers
mrc Jan 15
i could get over you
easily
climb up over my feelings for you
like stepping over an anthill
whilst humming my favorite song
i could pull you off of my thoughts
the way my ratty old sweatpants
slide down my legs at 2 a.m.
i am content with becoming a wallflower
yet again when you tire of my blue eyes
and the way the sun shines
straight through the middle of them
but i just want you to look at me
one last time the way you did when
the "october sky" end credits rolled
just one more time so i can feel the
electricity of locked eyes in a crowded room
look at me again
make me a garden of wildflowers
in the middle of june
Annete Dec 2017
I woke up
To wildflowers at my table
Which you’ve gathered
Dark late night.
Truly beautiful,
Although I’ve got allergic
Like they were warning me
Of who you are.
And only now I sense it as a sign
Yuka Oiwa Jul 2012
Spring comes
as grasses leap forth
and emerald hues are added to the landscape,
with wildflowers peeking up from the
dewy roadside.
The world smells
fresh like worms and earth,
while birds drift down to finish last year’s
seeds.
Yellow rain boots hop
out of shelves and into the puddles,
while mud gathers and plays in the road,
gurgling with mirth at passers by.
The badminton net is resurrected,
regally looming over the lawn,
as the swings squeak joyfully in the breeze.
The fireplace gives a sooty yawn
and falls to sleep.
And in the kitchen, fiddleheads unfurl upon
a hot pan
as the old and sour scent of the earth
settles upon our plates,
spring steps lightly
onto the world.

~Yuka Oiwa
May 6, 2008
This is an old poem I dug out of my computer's memory. Even though I wrote this in middle school I still really like the imagery little me came up with.
how by chewing wildflowers
til your tongue turns numb because
you're enamoured by the way it sounds
when you slur your words.
your gums turn black and
when you smile all i see is
pips and petals stuck between your teeth.
oh you're so pretty.
you're a real loose cannon, tendrils
tethered to every orifice and
every breath smells a little more
like the grim reaper is sleeping
in your mouth. i can see he's
making quick work of your gums.
but it works.
better that than he move into your chest
or burrow into pockets of fat
in your head.
You know, this journal does not even contain half of what we know.  I hope we never forget.  


(sonnet #MMMMMMDCLV)


Now, while cicadas drone 'neath blue skies' pale
Glance, or to deeper shades of that, what hence?
Remember Starbucks' "Friends Day" for intents,
The prompt last night, as yesterday's detail:
We rode the bike path 'gain whose wildflowrs hail
As wont in clover's pink, and yellows thence
With brown eyes, thistles' purple, grasses dense
On either side, while goldfinch laughed t'avail.
I'd hated these auld trails we knew, as poor
Since Mum's death, but now I belong to you,
Oh! all's sae sweet like ne'er before as twere.
My car'mel fru-fru drink was tasty too:
Cuz I am yours.  That means I can't write fer
All that cuz evry minute's yours who woo.

08Aug17
I'd fully intended to ink that bicycle ride, sweeter than I've ever known before cuz of you, but you must captivate every minute; and to think I didn't realize Mrs. Sitz' prompt of "Friend" was on the same day as Starbuck's Friendship Day special.
Levi Andrew Aug 2017
today i picked you some wildflowers
i saw them there on the side of the road
i flashed back to a time when i first met you
when my heart wasn’t so cold
i sat there staring at those flowers
they were absolutely breathtaking
just like the first moment i saw you.


the first moment i saw you
i instantly knew
you would be the one
to take this anger and this pain
and turn it into
something..


absolutely breathtaking.
I think I gotta work on this one, but it’s something new to add to my list.
Lucius Furius Jul 2017
No garden flowers for me,
no gaudy, painted flowers
(hotel swimming pools beside the ocean).
  
Give me wildflowers --
ironweed and jewelweed,
chicory and Queens-Anne's-lace.
Hear Lucius/Jerry read the poem:  humanist-art.org/audio/SoF_008_garden.MP3 .
Leonila Jun 2017
Daisies In The Fields
The simplest of daisies can leave ripples in the water.
In her simplicity she's not any less than other flowers.
She's as long impacting as the most elegant of roses.
As daisies in fields of wild flowers don't under estimate,
the value in your worth as a human being in this world.
We are all uniquely different, born to make a difference.
Born to leave a legacy in life and likewise born to impact.
Take the example of the daisy in her simplicity she lives,
breathes and exudes all the elements that bring beauty.
Still in her simplicity she's not concerned with the rest,
for she's fully aware as a daisy in life she's not any less.
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