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"silverado" poems
hello skies charcoal haired stewardess i know you the sun arrives over your shoulder sending your hair into maple and molasses flames just above ocean blue and white tartan this escapes you: get out the lead, lover but i’m occupied like a green “IN USE” bathroom door handle i hear country music radio white women singing Billy Joel my heart turns gold my veins, silverado i know there’s a highway in the air and it’ll come alive get out the lead, lover get out the lead.
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May 28, 2013
May 28, 2013 at 10:55 PM UTC
Dwarf Lake Iris (Flying)
his hair, his hair is soft like silk, it falls perfectly without him trying. his smile, his smile can light up a thousand stars, it's as white as a new white chevy silverado truck. his eyes, his eyes are as blue as the ocean, they're like the remuted triangle, you can just get lost in them. the boy with blonde hair is perfect.
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Nov 9, 2018
Nov 9, 2018 at 9:47 PM UTC
the boy with blonde hair
'Do not walk away' 'You always lie. Why would tell the truth now?' she stepped into the street got hit by Chevy Silverado It took her years to recover
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Feb 20, 2015
Feb 20, 2015 at 1:08 PM UTC
Forgiveness
I met her. A silver tongue. Driving Dads Silverado through the danky dirt roads of little Silverton. Thin throat swallowing it's gum. Pouting come and play come and play Seductive hopeless Cracked hips Seamless lips Whispering "Don't you know that all we have is today?" Well, don't you say. Let's not waste any time staring, high into the sky. Eyes growing dry, dry wind gusts with a flutter. "Did I stutter?" ... "Follow me this way, look through these shutters." I will keep you cold I will peak, shattering all molds. Pity don't give up, be bold! I will keep you cold
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Apr 5, 2015
Apr 5, 2015 at 4:53 AM UTC
Cold
I'm a rough rider with a Henry rifle. You're forced to sling ***** in a smoke filled saloon. I'm just a cowpoke kickin' dust with cattle. Whiskey's needed and gamblin' and a fun tune. Gallop my pinto to Silverado's Star. Saw the perdiest little thang at he bar. Order the good stuff, say, "Howdy," take a belt. I reckon I falled in love, they way I felt!
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Mar 23, 2013
Mar 23, 2013 at 5:04 PM UTC
Cowboy Love Poem (Part 1 - Rispetto)
Ate a plate of whey, with the weight of the nation on my shoulder blade, away from any destination so underpaid, my paychecks archaic not even a quarter to go to arcades with it’s outrageous! misery must be contagious haven’t seen happy faces in ages It may just be time to vacate break out like rosacea to the golden gate every swig of this whiskey brings me to a bolder state like Colorado i weighed my options and hopped in my Silverado like a desperado full of bravado with the bottle, feeling tipsy now though singing in staccato **** an intervention’   time to get uncertain, speed full throttle towards the intersection   laughing and swerving through the red light cursing and yelling interjections with a bottle of bourbon horns blaring, it’s deafening my middle finger ascending just struck a deaf person no ***** giving i’m out of my mind, livid get hired and fired in 5 minutes from any job i was given i’m tired of living no one even knew i existed until i started whizzing through traffic causing collisions, now i’m forcing decisions on residents w/ moral convictions who’d rather see me oral constricted then remain mortal in prison got these ******* endorsing petitions to have me executed by poison injection shot, hung, electrified, the above all mentioned and did i mention- My backseat looks like a knife convention there’s an array of switchblades i had since fifth grade’s declension Sketching art on the desk while serving detention some kind of wonderful, no eternal reflection i’m reflecting as i smashed into a connection and see my reflection in the water as i’m descending slow motion like deception my body is in all different positions of flexion this is met with favorable reception hear the crowd’s exhilaration i’m unwilling to indulge in anymore retrospection just waiting to hear the splash and waves crash then….
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Jul 14, 2014
Jul 14, 2014 at 5:18 PM UTC
dRUNk drivINg inTO deaTHs evErglowing LIGHT
Ate a plate of whey, with the weight of the nation on my shoulder blade, away from any destination so underpaid, my paychecks archaic not even a quarter to go to arcades with it’s outrageous! misery must be contagious haven’t seen happy faces in ages It may just be time to vacate break out like rosacea to the golden gate every swig of this whiskey brings me to a bolder state like Colorado i weighed my options and hopped in my Silverado like a desperado full of bravado with the bottle, feeling tipsy now though singing in staccato **** an intervention’   time to get uncertain, speed full throttle towards the intersection   laughing and swerving through the red light cursing and yelling interjections with a bottle of bourbon horns blaring, it’s deafening my middle finger ascending just struck a deaf person no ***** giving i’m out of my mind, livid get hired and fired in 5 minutes from any job i was given i’m tired of living no one even knew i existed until i started whizzing through traffic causing collisions, now i’m forcing decisions on residents w/ moral convictions who’d rather see me oral constricted then remain mortal in prison got these ******* endorsing petitions to have me executed by poison injection shot, hung, electrified, the above all mentioned and did i mention- My backseat looks like a knife convention there’s an array of switchblades i had since fifth grade’s declension Sketching art on the desk while serving detention some kind of wonderful, no eternal reflection i’m reflecting as i smashed into a connection and see my reflection in the water as i’m descending slow motion like deception my body is in all different positions of flexion this is met with favorable reception hear the crowd’s exhilaration i’m unwilling to indulge in anymore retrospection just waiting to hear the splash and waves crash then….
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Now that you're done you're not not really actually you've not even started Oh sure you're done with the free part of your schooling and with childhood but take it from me, you can make childhood a skill to build a career on but life as a big person and I don't mean fat is just starting like in the movie Silverado when Scott Glenn opens the door to his shack on a mountain and sees the world before him except you don't have to have a gunfight to get out like he did but that was just a movie and we are talking about your life still that is a favorite movie of mine So yes your life is just beginning and as much as it will hurt me when you go away and live it I knew this day would come that you would go that our lives would forever be different and mostly separate I'm taking for granted that you'll be home for Thanksgiving and Christmas just stay in touch throw in an awful joke about the civil war and giraffes once in awhile for good measure and after the "that was an awful joke" comments have faded think of me and smile Oh and don't forget to call your mom once in awhile or I''l hear about it.
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Jun 23, 2013
Jun 23, 2013 at 5:43 PM UTC
Now That You're Done, You're Not
1. all 9 of us put our money together and bought a '78 silverado that had a ****** up transmission, loose timing belt, blown headgasket, all the works. i can't remember much from that night. i fell asleep in the tailgate in the lap of some guy who had a budweiser in one hand and a backwoods blunt in the other. he kept calling me "babygirl" and he'd chug another beer and yell "LET'S WRECK THIS SON OF A ***** i got it from my mama. the ability to fall asleep to the classic rock station and the sound of teenage boys livin' their dream. 2. i broke all of their hearts on day three because i was so hung up on the one who played baseball and never stopped asking questions. maybe too much. he was the only one i wanted to love with every centimeter of my soul. the funny thing is this: i never had him to begin with. 3. august was a weird month. i never wanted to do anything except lay face down on the grass while drinking whiskey straight from the bottle. we liked to tell pointless stories and talk **** about congress while watching the sun fall deep into the crevices of the olympic mountains. his girlfriend and i had something like a thursday night ritual of going fishing then coming to the house and grilling silvers while i chainsmoked and sang songs reminiscent of her hippie days. big kahuna and i spoke to each other in dialects, okie accents, chi-town street slang when i was burning on thursdays. the crash always happened on saturdays. they tried to keep me from drinking but i didn't know how to tell them that it wasn't the borderline alcoholism that was killing me - being around so much love ignited a fire in me that wasn't there when i had nobody. i was in love with the world, so in love that it became a kind of insanity. -z. vega
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Nov 29, 2016
Nov 29, 2016 at 12:44 AM UTC
crash and burn
1. all 9 of us put our money together and bought a '78 silverado that had a ****** up transmission, loose timing belt, blown headgasket, all the works. i can't remember much from that night. i fell asleep in the tailgate in the lap of some guy who had a budweiser in one hand and a backwoods blunt in the other. he kept calling me "babygirl" and he'd chug another beer and yell "LET'S WRECK THIS SON OF A ***** i got it from my mama. the ability to fall asleep to the classic rock station and the sound of teenage boys livin' their dream. 2. i broke all of their hearts on day three because i was so hung up on the one who played baseball and never stopped asking questions. maybe too much. he was the only one i wanted to love with every centimeter of my soul. the funny thing is this: i never had him to begin with. 3. august was a weird month. i never wanted to do anything except lay face down on the grass while drinking whiskey straight from the bottle. we liked to tell pointless stories and talk **** about congress while watching the sun fall deep into the crevices of the olympic mountains. his girlfriend and i had something like a thursday night ritual of going fishing then coming to the house and grilling silvers while i chainsmoked and sang songs reminiscent of her hippie days. big kahuna and i spoke to each other in dialects, okie accents, chi-town street slang when i was burning on thursdays. the crash always happened on saturdays. they tried to keep me from drinking but i didn't know how to tell them that it wasn't the borderline alcoholism that was killing me - being around so much love ignited a fire in me that wasn't there when i had nobody. i was in love with the world, so in love that it became a kind of insanity. -z. vega
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