Chrome Poems - Poems about Chrome

Orange Chrome

Orange Chrome
 Where do you stand when the war is over?
 Just smoke a cigar and forget about yesterday forever.
 As a black smith, we bend the iron under the hot coals.
 In the fire it’s a recipe for a storm below.
 You can’t escape from the past.
 Time ripples through the smoke, nothing will

Chrome

Not coming home
fighting chrome guns,
a roaming saint.

Midnight Chrome

In the hush of dusk when streetlights flicker alive,
obsidian sheet metal catching dying light,
A black Chevy Impala – Detroit steel poetry in motion.
They don’t make ‘em like this anymore,
All angles and attitude, chrome catching moonlight like silver promises.

This ain’t just transportation – this is transformation.
V8 heartbeat rumbling beneath the hood,
Speaking in tongues of combustion and

Beautiful Chrome Heart

Midnight rides—his pulse aligns with the thunder beneath him
fingers tracing her curves polishing fire into steel.

Wind against his skin she sings beneath him once more
Saturday mornings spent bathing her shine in devotion

One last glance—wait for me—before stepping inside
his grip firm not on the world but the rhythm of her frame.

The highway fades yet she alone

Chrome

A chrome gun glittering 
in the hot sun raise, rays radiating 
like a heliographic rainbow,
drawn from shimmering halos 
of inferno light, hot.

White smoke from a funeral pyre,
drifts like ghosts over this lost terrain.

The hum of traffic 
on a different shore, 
each appealing in his own discourse, 
each the shadow of a passing memory, 
faces of

Chrome Layers of Autumn

Autumn, wrap me in the fabric of uncoated leaves
just for this unequaled waning eve
as  orchids rest beneath viscous cloudbursts:
I feel distanced from the elements of earth
while stars blink dimly     my hands cannot reach,
then come for me     be the thread  binding me till
 
your layered 

King Chrome

king chrome rolling

platinum tyrannosaurus

rex with your baby

teeth showing spaceship

bomber takes on all

comers metallic rhinoceros

slowly going down the street

like a silver baby tank

king chrome rolling

California Chrome

Tonight they held the Belmont Stakes
And California Chrome
Was thought to be the one to bring
A triple trophy home.

He'd won the Derby, Preakness, too
And he was in contention
To win the Triple Crown at last - 
That sure was the intention.

Alas, the horse did not succeed;
The pressure must have tripped him,
For he slowed down despite the fact
The

His, California Chrome

Sky scrapers posed a gauntlet across her neon waters....
Radioactive tides their evasive in stalking horse wavelengths
Walpurgis nights  preordained pentagon knife; planchette's point
Blank modern day Pompeii ? Neptune's, man of war; crimson's rabbit.






Just A Note: 6\7\2014...."Hey Baby, You Know I Love You: Your A Precious Creation
....Far Beyound Racing And This, These Man Made Things....'Sweet Dreams

Lonely Chrome

Lonely Chrome
Loch David Crane
October 14, 1997

The ride today was flawless,
the sky was turquoise blue,
the wind was warm--the only drag
was riding without you.

With my shirt off on the freeway
I was embraced by the sun,
its warm arms around my shoulders
as I worked on my tan.

When I turned my head you whispered,
I heard you call my name--
But when

Chrome Reflections

The dew drops mingle with the scented foam,
As foaming orchid kisses trace desire.
She sees my desire reflected in chrome
The falling chrome rain cannot quench our fire,
That same flaming fire that guides my need home
Home; where teased kisses play upon her lyre
As lyre strings vibrate like a honeyed comb
I succumb to the thoughts of her desire.
My

Evening In Chrome

Chrome...metallic clouds,
Illustrated elegance;
Subdued by darkness.

Chrome Evening

 Emerging white clouds,
 Silouetted chrome bodies;
 Array of the sun. 


     Inspired by Raul's 
  Nature's Best Contest

Chrome Soul

Am i one of them? Evolving body Parts To Pistols
using emotions as ammo turning there Hearts To Missles
It feels like an artificial path that i Took To Train
everyone resembles eachother we all Look The Same
Digging Holes deeper to Earn The Debt
Finding myself Non-purposed to Burn The Rest
Words print out my lost breaths bringing fourth Cold

Untitled #127 / Chrome-Covered Wheels

Chrome-covered wheels
Let ‘em make the best deals

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