Something, Like A Wildcard Poem by The Power_Palace.Poet_Union.Order Sir.

Something like a wild card,
Unpredictable and free,
Untamed and uncontrolled,
A wild spirit, you see.
It's the spark in the fire,
The lightning in the storm,
The whiskey in the night,
Anything but the norm.
It's a mystery untold,
A puzzle with no end,
An adventure waiting,
Around every bend.
It's a shooting star,
That crosses the sky,
A flash of magic,
Before it says goodbye.
Something like a wild card,
A force to be reckoned,
A mystery to be solved,
A journey to be beckoned.
It's the rebel in the crowd,
The daredevil in the game,
The one who will risk it all,
For a chance at fame.
It's the untamed lion,
Roaring in the night,
The wild spirit within,
That longs to take flight.
It's a burst of color,
In a world of black and white,
A breath of fresh air,
In a room full of spite.
Something like a wild card,
A symbol of the unknown,
The unexpected twist,
In a story that's been shown.
It's the one who breaks rules,
And dances to its own beat,
The one who doesn't conform,
And never accepts defeat.
It's the wildflowers,
That grow in between,
The concrete and the sand,
A sight to be seen.
It's the ocean waves,
That crash on the shore,
The wild card's energy,
Forever wanting more.
Something like a wild card,
A symbol of mystery,
The embodiment of freedom,
And all its glory.
It's the adrenaline rush,
That pumps through your veins,
The thrill of the unknown,
That keeps you from being mundane.
It's the unexpected turn,
In a game of chance,
The risk worth taking,
For a wild card's dance.
It's the sun setting,
On a beautiful day,
The wild card's way,
Of saying 'go out and play.'
Something like a wild card,
A symbol of change,
The fire that ignites,
The spark in the strange.
It's the butterfly,
Emerging from its cocoon,
The wild card's transformation,
That happens all too soon.
It's the unexplored territory,
The undiscovered land,
The wild card's journey,
That's never truly planned.
It's the underdog's rise,
Against all the odds,
The wild card's determination,
That can't be stopped.
Something like a wild card,
A symbol of hope,
That anything is possible,
And you can cope.
It's the reminder,
To never give up,
To embrace the wild card,
And never slow down or stop.
So let the wild card,
Be your guiding light,
For in its unpredictability,
Lies infinite might.
Embrace the unknown,
And take a chance,
For something like a wild card,
Is a beautiful dance.


Authorship by: Mr. Dashaun Rashod Snipes
©️ Mr. Dashaun Rashod Snipes
®️ Something Like A Wild Card