wild - Blackout Poetry Notes

First Love

The depths
of first love seemed
a light in the dark,
for this feeling
was wild and restless.

Happier fates enchant people
well traveled,
so voyage out with
a wild heart.

Bringing a book to life
is a labor of love,
unique in ability to take you
into the wild
of literary worlds.

She was the sort
to fall for
people who ran away.
Love is
a variable so wild
it can feel like breathing
or dying.

Love
with a promise
and be
wild with joy.

I rather had
a sudden desire to rush
with a wild laugh,
and run
naked
in the rain.

I am
a wild mass of hair
lost
in the world.

I've noticed,
some things have to
grow wild in a storm,
erect and defiant.

His soft, sweet eyes belong
to a wild
and dangerous man.

The world could be
so wild.
No buildings.
Just the sprawling world
in the depths
of the woods, wind, and grass.