Best Mural Poems

the soft yellow streaked the terra cotta,
shadowing the speckled sallow saffron 
a bluish buff upon the cochineal;
brilliant boneblack
grizzled the engrain
citrine carnation
as
the fallow flaxen,rustic rubrical
rainbow-tinted 
the magenta mandarine;
unseen
the ultra-marine, tinged burnt sienna,
reflecting a golden flame of raw umbery upon
the earth green;
bright mosaic gold
mottled the sallow sorrel
virent...

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The mural on the wall,
Traces of human experience,
Embraces the heart and foundation of this speck in the universe and
Elicits questions asked of men from all ages....

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Moral on the mural,
scripted in deep,
stoned like creep,
intoned the visitors,
they could see words,
in a language strange,
their guide gesticulated,
something and anything,
they took it for the real thing,
had they seen the moral on mural,
or just another stone,
that had with generations,
gone in a bad fall....

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Once almost a little village
Within the city’s bounds,
Huddled around the fish dock
With its own smells and sounds,
Streets of rows of terraces
All well kept and neat,
Pride shining through
Every worker Street.

Deckies, Filleters, Bobbers
All closely living there, 
The Skippers and Mates
Breathing more refined air. 
Overalled fish house workers...

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But it didn't quite work out
My lazy eye never worked
And I got depressingly overweight
I could never be a super model
But if I tried just hard enough
I might have been a role model
But the sad truth is
I'm just an out of date model
Expired I'm ready for...

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Education Secretary Ellen,

Some of us
on the EarthCare Team
and also the Transport Solutions Committee
for special projects
are wondering
and, frankly, hoping

Your green STEAM students
and teachers
might research,
design,
and help residents paint
a historically accurate
AND polyculturally exquisite
series of murals

On our two-tiered
upper, more transcendently hopeful,
and lower, more historically faithful,
retaining walls

After our crumbling concrete...

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Sunbeams boast on dizzy bells.
She shouts:
Deceive me not, it is a sacred tale!
Sin reaches for my life mural.
My lies are tedious and unsuccessful.
Smile short with your vulgar whisper.
It's dazzling, but I won't survive....

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On the side of an old building 
On a storefront wall 
There is a narrative painting 
Of young Icarus' fall 
Angels now visible are blowing 
A trumpet of blue light 
And the Bronx soul here longing 
While wax melt into night. 
His name was Ortega,...

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Purple skies. 
I smell the scent of gunsmoke. 
Bodies rested in a pool of blood. 
A foolish love. 
I've been unplugged. 
With a skyview. 
Purple haze spilling through the clouds. 
Proof. 
I'm free. 
Mentally. 
These chains freezing physically. 
Rigidly. 
Making veins of ice. 
Vividly. 
You...

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Whitewashed windy ways
broken bottle left of a throw up;
bombing the sky
failing to kill it;
sleepy, endless 
we need some color 
the Sun starts to piece
the Mural is released...

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A mural painter? Why not? I asked myself.
My husband was inside, glued to a Lazy-Boy recliner
watching five TVs simultaneously.
He would not have a fit about something he did not see, right?
How often does he come to the porch anyway? 

I began to plot out my...

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The sun shimmers through branches
Lighting up the canopy floor
Where I peer up with blue eyes
Tinged with red I'm as high as the clouds
And my dreams are up there too
Slowly disappearing on a hot day
Sweat rolls down my forehead
And echoes fill up my mind
If only I...

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Muriel the mural,
Didn’t say much at all,
But she sure looked good,
Spread out on the wall....

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   Paint on an old city wall
   First to catch your eye
   All the people you knew
   From Panama to Peru
   Met on the wall
   Colors of the city soccer team
  ...

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Political authenticity stirs gangs tagging ensued, Chicano mural in the brew





A single sentence rich in imagery, 23 syllables. 
Length is dictated by the one breath rule in the delivery of prose....

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