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Mary Bolton Mar 2013
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.
Amour de Monet May 2014
"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
... This is my biography... in a few simple words
Olivia Daniels Oct 2018
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
For this girl I see literally every day. I've never talked to her, only seen her around campus. Today she came to my work... I have this weird feeling of connection to her
Casey Aug 2016
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
sunflower May 2018
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.
For when I was scrolling through picturequotes and found this very beautiful quote by Virgil and it says, 'Angels boast ethereal vigor, and are formed from seeds of heavenly birth.' I could only think of a person. It's you.

ㅡ n.s
Kerri Nov 2015
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.
Although there are  more wildflowers than there are roses, everyone wants the beautiful, elegant rose. Whereas different types of wildflowers have their own unique characteristics...and most importantly GROW FREELY.
Roses Dec 2014
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
sophia Jul 2017
be still like a wildflower; let the calmness of the breeze overflow within your skin. be free, with grace; dance with love and care. be still like a wildflower; stay pure, stay beautiful.
Serena Adams Apr 2015
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.
Debanjana Saha Apr 2017
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!
Story of a wildflower which never seems to fit in...
Serenus Raymone Oct 2012
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
this started off as a song but i thought it would work as a poem too
Im 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 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 they breath the same air, nourished by the same soil and spread the love they never got.
A garden of wildflowers is worth than to be in a bouquet of roses.
A small wildflower has to fit herself just to keep her safe from not getting pricked by the thorns in the roses.
Everything which looks beautifull, 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 always wanted.
Gaby Comprés Mar 2015
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.
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
Javaria Waseem Jun 2015
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.
Emily Apr 2019
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 ****.
Dawn Feb 2017
Forever I denied the loveliness of wildflowers. Never wanting to admit I admire their wild beauty at play or that I felt like I was one of their own. So I took a long slumber that lasted more then winter always denying thy name. Ever changing and ever growing deep inside my earthly darkness. Creating weeds and spreading external havoc across fields luscious and green. Believing wild to be a treacherous thing. All consuming and never steady, never perfect as a rose tended in a garden. But then I awoke one day from my slumber and looked across the wondrous sky. Seeing for the first time all the beautiful colors that wildflowers create- pink, blue, yellow, and golden orange mixed into seas of green. I knew then and there I was claimed. Forever growing, forever being- beautifully imperfect like a wildflower. Wildflower I sang- at last accepting my name.
CA Guilfoyle Jun 2014
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
kyle Shirley Jul 2016
I picked her out of a crowd full of beautiful flowers, but I picked her.

She was perfect for me, till the day I thought I needed more, wanted more.

Id look at other pretty flowers, even picked a few, but none still matched the beauty, and playful pedal dance as my wildflower.

Now that iv set her down she has found another's eyes to take in all her beauty...

This is what you get when you think the flowers are better on the other side of the fence.

Im sorry it's too late to apologize my wildflower, lilly.
Guilt.
Clinton Arneson Jun 2014
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.
Love poem by one of my characters, to another of my characters. His first to her. lol
Suppose I was a wildflower…
I did not depend on anyone to grow.
I just did.
I absorbed the sunshine,
Drank the raindrops.
I was wild;
Not like an animal, but a beautiful,
Colourful, innocent little flower.
I added colour to the world,
Made it a beautiful place,
And never realized it.
I was a wildflower.
Gregory Dun Aer Apr 2017
Crescent orb radiates its crystalline sight,
languid lips coalesce like a tessellation,
the vexing vines wilder the incandescent-
glimmer but the burning impression remains.
Celestial bodies affixes a soliloquy amongst-
a halcyon tongue that revelate a rhapsodic-
episode.

Quiescent ambience rings a plethora of-
sentiments stinging on the mellifluous
lullaby. The lithe wildflower murmurs-
the euphonious recital of a sonnet that-
is unacquainted to the mind.
Luminous assemblies of fireflies retire-
behind the myriad of evergreen forest
as the insouciance wildflower approach.

Precocious primrose locked from the
scorching sensation of a wildflower
exhibited a lassitude facade like a -
waning lantern fiery on its final residues.
In the distant a wildflower and in
the presence, an idyllic primrose:
so scarce and so strange.
christopher crow Oct 2010
What will you do when the clocks no longer tell?
After you smash to pieces Cronos' clock
And you slip into the stillpoint as the Eye opens
In the palm of your hand; after you cross
The Threshold and return to offer up your Boon
To man.
When the ego falls away and you begin your
Gift of servitude.
When the trees drip light, and each child you
See has around their head a circle of light.
Light surging up and over,
Bleeding from eyes and hands;
Oceans of light illuminating beaches;
Lovers enveloped in a cocoon of light;
The crow blasting through photons,
Climbing currents into the face of the sun
To erupt in all-consuming flame;
Like William Blake driving Apollo's
Chariot into a supernova;
Walt Whitman pulling from the River
Why a fish erupting and igniting his
Beard, showering him in corpuscles of light;
Like a Devish whirling, shooting off sparks
And laughing like a madman dancing and
Burning in the Dragon's jaws.
And Vincent, in your dreams, deep in a
Sea of sunflowers looking up at you
With the wondrous eyes of a child
And waving his arms like a Sorcerer
Conjuring and you see what he sees:

Heaven in a wildflower.
Madisen Kuhn May 2013
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
I was just a wildflower growing on the side of the road,
Ignored and observing,
Growing
until rain drowned me,
winds picked me up,
I dropped myself into a wandering state,
Splitting into the sky.

I am now pieces of pollen,
just specks in the air,
flying without a single care
Though I am scattered,
I am free.
Ashley Rodden Feb 2014
How do I say goodbye to someone as loved as you
Where do I begin to convince myself it's all going to be alright without you
It seems darker now without your presence in this old world
It's like I've lost my guiding light to see because
You were always so content to let me shine
while walking a step behind
You gave so much praise and glory
When you were the one with all the strength
Never one to complain
You were my hero and everything I'd like to be
Like the song you were the wind beneath my wings
Your kindness never went unnoticed
I've kept it all here in my heart where it will remain
And I want you to know that I wouldn't be the person I am today
if it hadn't been for your loving ways
You are the reason I know what true love feels like
Because I know you loved me truly and unconditionally
Always my supporter lifting me up so high
You were my defender who fought for and believed in me like no one else
ever has
Because of you I got to witness genuine kindness in it's purest form
You were never far from my thoughts
And now you're always there when I close my eyes
You tucked me in so many times with bedtime stories
always making me feel right at home
So now I'm tucking you in and I know you are at home where you are
Nothing I could ever say or do would be enough to honor the person you were
The most gentle soul I've ever known
The best person in this whole wide world
Everyone says you were blessed to live a long life and I know you were content
But I'm the blessed one because I got to make memories with you
I got to laugh with you and cry with you
Sitting at the kitchen table we talked about any and everything
You never made me feel that I was silly or wrong
You just let me be myself completely
We got to see each others true colors shine through
And I always admired how beautiful your's were
In this old world without any color
You were a wildflower
© Ashley Rodden. All rights reserved
I love you Grandma so much! I don't know when I'm going to stop hurting but I know you wouldn't want me to get down so I got my chin up and I know you love me. Thank you for everything!
Makayla Jane May 2019
She's like a wildflower,
Beautiful and carefree
She goes with the flow
And finds beauty in everythin'
Her only motivation - the sun and the wind
The ability to love herself, a power within
She counts the bumblebees as they buzz by
While some come to stay others just say 'Bye.'
She treats them kindly and gives them her all
Sweet and vulnerable, in hopes they don't sting
After all, herself,
Another human being
Feel free to share revision ideas (:
This poem is dedicated to my best friend Jen~
Captain Trips Aug 2014
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..."
A precious, single wildflower
All alone in a field
Of plush-green,

Ineludible beauty,
She stands-out in this meadow,
More beautiful than anything
My naked eyes
Have ever seen.

Alone, she stands tall,
Drawn to the sunlight,
Her beauty radiant
Like the sun,

As the sun sets,
On the plush-green blanket,
Gently she rests her fragile head;
Her moonlight dreams
Have now begun.

By Lady R.F. (C)2017
Alexander Ross Aug 2013
Sanity speaks in silver tongue
Tripping is where clarity comes from
Anyway west makes me think of you
But every day I feel the nothingness brew
And I've made friends with my demons, they told me I can be a free man
When you let me inside your legs I let you inside my heart
I saw you in a dream, and you weren't you
Just a wildflower
Unready for bouquet
Madisen Kuhn Apr 2019
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
Seán Mac Falls Feb 2015
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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.
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