"wildflower" poems
"you cannot catch a wildflower"
he says.
"you are my wildflower."
I am lost inside myself
my personal paradise
my own euphoric insanity
could i be as manic as I sometimes believe
to feel as if my soul lives in the earth beneath my feet
and stretches from the root of every tree to the tips of their leaves
exhaling me into the sky to float with the wind from meadow to meadow
I stand with arms stretched
spinning in circles like a tiny tornado
grazing the tips of each blade of grass with my fingertips
dancing with my pointed toes upon dewy petals
breathing in the heavens of the earth
feeling as if the sun was shining from within me
my world could not exist without this insatiable lust for life
you cannot hold me and shelter me under the dark roof you flourish in
I am a wildflower
I need the meadows, the sky, the sun, the air, the freedom
May 4, 2014
May 4, 2014 at 11:42 PM UTC
As I walk down my driveway, past the seemingly endless field of
green,
sprinkled with little purple weeds, dotted with clumps of yellow
daffodils,
I think about how much I love flowers.
Roses are my favorites, but daisies and wildflowers are a close
second, I think.
I like to think of myself as a flower. Maybe I’m a wildflower .
. .
It would make sense, seeing as my spirit is as free
as the wind that blows the petals across the fields of green.
I am a wildflower.
I am the flower, firmly rooted to the ground, unable to escape.
My roots, they are tangled, and mangled, and torn, and broken,
but strong . . . they refuse to move.
Like chains, they keep me here where the seed was planted.
I am a wildflower,
trapped in a garden of weeds . . .
none of them wildflowers. We are not meant for the garden.
Oh no! Not when there are fields, and pastures, and valleys, and
hills, and mountains out there.
Here in the garden, we get food and water, and daily care. But
there in the world!
That is where I am meant to be! When I see the birds flying
overhead I shake with jealousy.
I feel the wind swaying me back and forth, as if it is calling
me. “Come with me, oh sweet wildflower. Let the world see your
beauty, while you see the beauty of the world.”
I want to touch the mountains. I want to sing with the sky. I
want to hear the wind saying,
“Look, I told you it was beautiful.” I want to dance with it,
as it carries me everywhere.
Mar 25, 2013
Mar 25, 2013 at 12:23 PM UTC
I know I'm
just a flower
in your garden
of admirers.
But I hope
you see
the difference
between
a Wildflower and a Rose.
Nov 11, 2015
Nov 11, 2015 at 12:00 PM UTC
Pink-Haired Wildflower
I know you.
I see you.
everyday at least once
Your pedals are short
and cute
chopped off at the chin
Your clothes are loose
and indie
style, you wear so well
You walk so confidently
each stride your own.
You glitter shining vibrantly
like the stud in your nose.
You smile so easily
and laugh with no care in the world.
Pink-Haired Wildflower
do you know me?
do you see me?
each time I pass you on the way
I look at you
and try not to stare
your flowered beauty beholds me
I wonder what you think of me
This bent over gait
dark-circle-eyed
fool. I am
struggling to stay upright.
Can you see the weight on my shoulders?
The stress in my complexion?
my gnawed on nails and torn skin
Tell me, what do you see in my gaze?
I wish I possessed your confidence.
Your grace in billowed petals.
Your fragrance has a trail
that always circles back to me.
everyday I see you.
though I say nothing.
Whatever you are
I want you in a bouquet on my bedside table
as I lie there
trying not to cry
or die.
Let your rank beauty infect me
aromatic surround me.
Be mine.
Lay claim to me.
Show me your ways.
or at least learn my name
as if I knew yours
You're a stranger to me Pink-Haired Wildflower
last night your dyed your hair Blue
Oct 23, 2018
Oct 23, 2018 at 2:19 PM UTC
She was a wild flower
In a skyscraper forest
Poking her sun fire petals out
Through cracks in the cement
Climbing the buildings until she could
Freely drink the sunlight
And oh how she grew
Like a wildflower
In a skyscraper forest
Dec 22, 2014
Dec 22, 2014 at 3:38 AM UTC
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1
death dirges
Frogs in distance sing . . .
Foxes, herons, join in too,
. . . A round of croaking.
2
love gifts
Her gift of flowers . . .
Came at night without garden,
. . . Were picked in bedroom.
3
twins demure
Full moon and she . . .
Beauties without crescent smile,
. . . Naked in starlight.
4
light music
Before even sun . . .
Gleam opens to paint each day,
. . . Beauty in birdsong.
5
iridescent
After sun showers . . .
Sparkle of rainbow colours,
. . . Busy hummingbirds
6
chilling
Hollow sound through trees,
Naked and bare branches sway,
. . . Old winter creeping.
7
flirting
She wanted a child . . .
Rushed from one suitor to next,
. . . Clock set to maybe.
8
super villain
Truth once singular . . .
Mucked all up with politics,
. . . In cowl of falsehoods.
9
casualties
Blood spills in gardens . . .
Naïve worms torn from loose grounds,
. . . Red robins, green lawns.
10
stigmata
Each spring miracle . . .
Trees blessed by caterpillars gifts,
. . . Holey hands of leaves.
11
consecrations
Ripples lead to bows . . .
After fish breaks the water,
. . . A kingfisher dives.
12
constancy
Steadfast as always . . .
Wildflower in sun and rain,
. . . Showing true colours.
13
roommates
Chaste lovers wonder . . .
How bodies weather the cold,
. . . Never knowing touch.
14
swept away
Suddenly we kissed . . .
At beach as tides rolling in,
. . . Drowning by ocean.
15
seductress
Her red hair so long . . .
Brushing my face, hiding eyes,
. . . A kind entrapment.
.
Feb 13, 2015
Feb 13, 2015 at 10:20 PM UTC
Wildflower
I found you in the desert
And in the murky gulch
Through the trees
And in between
The mountains' ivory clutch
Wildflower
I've put you in my home
And my faucet is the draught
With which you drink
Like river stream
And early morning trout
Wildflower
I have made a mistake
You grow on hills
Where we don't stay
But in my house
What saves now kills
Wildflower
I let you go
Aug 9, 2016
Aug 9, 2016 at 7:09 PM UTC
You're this one whole world,
created by my poetic imagination.
An ode to love,
A sound so sweet.
You're a delicate soul,
a sunset to all.
They said angels boast ethereal vigor ,
and are formed from seeds of heavenly birth.
You are one of these many seed,
you grow within my heart.
You bloom like a wildflower,
in a field of ethereal road.
And for once,
I will not pick this wildflower,
as I want it to bloom in my heart forever.
May 7, 2018
May 7, 2018 at 7:20 PM UTC
April doesnt hurt here
Like it does in New England
The ground
Vast and brown
Surrounds dry towns
Located in the dust
Of the coming locust
Live for survival, not for 'kicks'
Be a bangtail describer,
like of shrouded traveler
in Textile tenement & the birds fighting in yr ears-like Burroughs exact to describe & gettin $
The Angry Hunger
(hunger is anger)
who fears the
hungry feareth
the angry)
And so I came home
To Golden far away
Twas on the horizon
Every blessed day
As we rolled And we rolled
From Donner tragic Pass
Thru April in Nevada And out Salt City Way Into the dry Nebraskas And sad Wyomings Where young girls And pretty lover boys
With Mickey Mantle eyes
Wander under moons
Sawing in lost cradle
And Judge O Fasterc
Passes whiggling by To ask of young love: ,,Was it the same wind Of April Plains eve that ruffled the dress
Of my lost love
Louanna
In the Western
Far off night
Lost as the whistle
Of the passing Train
Everywhere West
Roams moaning
The deep basso
- Vom! Vom!
- Was it the same love
Notified my bones As mortify yrs now
Children of the soft
Wyoming April night?
Couldna been!
But was! But was!'
And on the prairie
The wildflower blows
In the night For bees & birds And sleeping hidden Animals of life.
The Chicago
Spitters in the spotty street
Cheap beans, loop, Girls made eyes at me And I had 35 Cents in my jeans -
Then Toledo
Springtime starry
Lover night Of hot rod boys And cool girls A wandering
A wandering
In search of April pain A plash of rain
Will not dispel This fumigatin hell Of lover lane This park of roses Blue as bees
In former airy poses
In aerial O Way hoses
No tamarand And figancine Can the musterand Be less kind
Sol -
Sol -
Bring forth yr Ah Sunflower - Ah me Montana
Phosphorescent Rose
And bridge in
fairly land
I'd understand it all -
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Wildflower, oh wildflower,
How beautiful you are,
For you bloom all over
Though people see not
Petals but thorns.
For in all good,
There is a bad.
In all life there is death.
In ALL flowers,
Wild or not,
There is hope.
Apr 2, 2015
Apr 2, 2015 at 12:58 AM UTC
And she took some tiny steps
to love herself.
Slowly whirling toward the rainbow,
a light guide to her greatest love.
With colors like no other.
Enjoying her journey,
a wildflower embracing herself.
Growing wherever she chooses,
in the stillness of the stars and the rhythm of the breeze.
Wind and pain,
sunshine and rain,
A velvety night,
a meadow in the sky.
And she took some more steps
to love herself.
She doesn’t have a name,
she’s a wildflower dancing free.
Jun 28, 2021
Jun 28, 2021 at 9:37 AM UTC
*Being a wildflower its not so easy as it may seem
its always unfit among all the weeds
and the beautiful flowers which leads..
Wildflower somewhere hidden
and never to be found ever again..
I wish the wildflower could bloom just for once
To feel all the feelings just for once
and never had to hide in solace!*
Apr 15, 2017
Apr 15, 2017 at 2:45 AM UTC
She's like a field of wildflowers, beautiful, untamed
When the winter comes, I still will love her just the same
Beneath the veil of snow, I know she still remains
Waiting patiently, to be washed clean by spring rains
She's something like the sun, rays of warmth and love are beeming
I'm more like the moon, its hard to shine when I'm not feeding
Off of the light extending out, when it hits I have no doubt
I could live this life alone, but will not live this life without,
My wildflower
Dec 16, 2014
Dec 16, 2014 at 11:38 AM UTC
your wild hair
is just a little
glimpse of who
you are,
it tells me
that your heart
and your dreams
and soul
are just as wild
as those locks
of yours
you are lovely
and free
and brave
and
your heart finds
life in color
and boldness
and who you are,
wildflower,
makes you beautiful.
Mar 22, 2015
Mar 22, 2015 at 12:25 PM UTC
A wildflower.
Rejected and ignored by the world.
I spread no fragrance, I spread no love.
I want no one, I have no one.
My life is like of a wildflower.
Nobody cares, nobody loves.
Nobody sees the thorns pricking me, nobody feels the coldness freezing me.
Just a ray of light touches my pale skin when the dew falls, and suddenly disappears when the tall trees wakes.
I wish, I wish, I wish if one day I was blown away with the wind to a garden of wildflowers,
live a life where everybody sees each others' flaws, but breath the same air, nourished by the same soil and spread the love they never got.
Oh, to be in a garden of wildflowers, hidden from a bouquet of roses.
To fit just to keep her safe from not getting pricked by the thorns in the roses.
Everything that looks beautiful, smells pretty or makes u feel a rose,
ain't happiness.
'Cause no one knows what she has to go through just to get the love she has always wanted.
Mar 12, 2016
Mar 12, 2016 at 4:40 AM UTC
YOU’RE JUST A WILDFLOWER
CAUGHT IN A WILDFIRE
AND I NEVER EVEN HAD A CLUE
YOU NEVER HAD A CHANCE TO BLOOM
I WAS QUICK TO ASSUME
EVERYTHING WAS ALRIGHT WITH YOU
YOU’RE JUST A LOST SOUL
WHO HAS LOST ALL CONTROL
TRYING TO GET YOUR LIFE BACK
BUT YOU DON’T KNOW
HOW TO FIGHT BACK
YOU WERE A FREE SPIRIT
AND I DIDN’T WANT TO HEAR IT
THAT YOU’RE FREEDOM
WAS BEGINNING TO CHANGE
AND I WAS THE ONE TO BLAME
DID I LIGHT THIS FLAME?
DELICATE, THORNY WILDFLOWER
ENGULFED IN MY WILDFIRE
YOU MAY HAVE LEFT A CLUE... OR TWO
BUT I DIDN'T WANT TO SEE THE TRUTH
PLEASE TELL ME...
WHAT I CAN DO
TO MAKE SURE
EVERYTHING IS ALRIGHT WITH YOU
YOU THINK I DON'T CARE...
BUT MAYBE I CARE TOO MUCH
THE TRUTH IS, I'M SCARED
I SCORCH EVERYTHING I TOUCH...
YOU HAVE A RARE SEED
THAT THE WHOLE WORLD NEEDS
SO LET NO ONE STEAL OR FEED
OFF OF YOUR BEAUTY…
NOT EVEN ME
Oct 1, 2012
Oct 1, 2012 at 1:07 AM UTC
i have grown flowers out of the marrow of my bones
i have harbored seeds from the blood that flows
i have created skies from the pain in my eyes
and i do it all for you,
my wildflower
Dec 1, 2021
Dec 1, 2021 at 9:47 AM UTC
*Wildflower 'neath a
giant weeping willow,
comforted by the shade
her fragrance wafting darkly
whispered into the wind ~
she'd been 'betrayed by the sun',
frail tendrils blistered
of indiscretion below
burning discrimination,
fallen neath the cracks
suffocating a delicate essence,
she could no longer bear the
deep-rooted superficiality
of seeds buried within *****
little implanted secrets*
Aug 6, 2015
Aug 6, 2015 at 10:07 AM UTC
it feels as if
i'm the one
always chasing
after someone
my lungs are burning
and my heart is tired
i want to collapse
and loll here forever
let the flowers
bloom all around me
as i leave an imprint
in the grass
maybe someone
will gaze upon the blossoms
and mistake me for a lily
May 10, 2013
May 10, 2013 at 5:20 PM UTC
They say women are like flowers
delicate and beautiful, cheery and colorful.
Put them in a vase and care for them daily
And they will make everything look better
with their aura. You'll fall in love.
Believe me.
But
She was not a flower from the gardens
She was more like a wildflower growing between
the cracks of a rock. Almost like rebelling against
the nature's rule.
She was alluring in her own ways yet no one
would ever dare to pluck her.
No one could ever love a wildflower in front of a rose
But
No rose could ever be free like a young fiery soul.
Jun 26, 2015
Jun 26, 2015 at 1:54 AM UTC
tighten your tanned arm around my waist
put your thumb inside my bottom lip
tell me how pretty i look in a dress
even more with it on the floor
and with a sun-dripping smile
i will bloom beneath the ripened lust
that seeps from your secret gaze
like a blazing hillside of orange poppies
shifting towards you in the soft wind
waiting to be crushed
Apr 22, 2019
Apr 22, 2019 at 9:01 PM UTC
a million petals ago, in colored meadows
stems, gathered in far off fields
windy, wild born
bright pods of summer
split in August suns
earth bound, await
September floods
cool, foggy rains
cycle of rebirth
wildflower seeds falling
back to earth
Jun 5, 2014
Jun 5, 2014 at 11:40 PM UTC
The wildflower… bred by no one, uncultivated;
raised hard, raised rough.
No glass pane to shield you, nor tender hand revealed you,
standing all the sweeter ‘gainst the grass.
There may be some the fairer,
though none so brave to dare her,
wild, wild flower in the wind.
Jun 2, 2014
Jun 2, 2014 at 9:48 PM UTC
A dandelion sits alone
dreaming emotions that don't belong
inside a flower's wilted heart
A dandelion on it's throne
sees a man trundling along
and grabs him before the start
A dandelion rips the bones
from the man without qualm
until his head is the last part
The head falls upon a stone
the flower knows it's all wrong
the wilt covering it's heart
and whispers slowly to itself:
"She loves me not..."
Aug 8, 2014
Aug 8, 2014 at 12:25 PM UTC
My emotions are more alive than usual.
Butterflies in my stomach, anticipating
That feeling I thought I had left behind.
That fluttering is becoming frantic,
Just like our love did.
That fine line between love and hate,
My butterflies fly over, every time.
•
I was your wildflower,
Your daisy in the dark.
But that’s not what I needed,
At least that’s what I thought
She was your magnificent rose bush
Her petals were pristine.
Perhaps you think she’ll enhance your bouquet,
But her thorns will ***** you one day.
•
I must want you to be happy.
What would I be if I didn’t?
Maybe it’s because she was the friend who hurt me?
Or is this all your doing?
All I need from you,
Is your permission to grow.
Wildflowers don’t need watering,
Hurry back to your darling rose.
•
We once grew together,
Our stems intertwined.
But u saw my petals had grown crooked,
So you bloomed in another direction,
That change of interest was apparent,
Even when hidden from the light.
Your onlookers are impressed by roses,
After all, I am just a wildflower ****
Apr 9, 2019
Apr 9, 2019 at 12:03 PM UTC