Best Mural Poems

When you are 
an agonizing 
echo from a
benevolent voice,
life exhales in
mahogany haze, 
spreading across the
lachrymose meadows as 
scarred rivulets of
sandalwood scents, 
where ceramic 
rhymes slumber...

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It’s said the great Michaelangelo
had considered himself as a foe
to a rival of his.
You should know who this is -
Da Vinci, the great Leonardo!

So why...

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Introspection 

suspends in dark blue amnion
as rainwater blooms a reflection pool
an oasis of energy for contemplative embryo;
in stillness I grow.. my pulse a flowing stream...

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I rise when gilded starlight still replete the skies
Never have I beckoned hours of abstruse sleeping
I hear elegiac trills as a lone nightingale cries,
evoking memories...

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I reminisce of childhood prowls, the mild
Unfolding through lustrous summer sways
That in my past, musings replay when twigs
Are sprinkled with blossoms rare like
pearls. I find...

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She is slowly slipping away, 
She sees no point laying waiting to decay,
Tired of the names shes starting to beleive,
The thought of leaving for good...

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a weathervane still
points east 'pon gray ancient barn...
fall's air rust tractors

the vain weathervane speaks east
and rust grows though no one knows

rusty John Deere sits
outside engine...

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Oh lush flora, I watch its  parade
Sashaying through woodland mead and glade;
How new blooms quaver…adorned with grace
That every trail rules this courtly place :
Lustrous...

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With such feminine flamboyancy
this maiden sways in breathtaking  movements
flashing, flitting, flaming a sweet minuet--
beneath a mural of moonlight’s alchemy,
her flared gown fair as sequined...

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PARTS AND COUNTERPARTS

scrawled on the blackboard jungle, a mural
of profanity – pronouncing women’s names,
their parts and counterparts. reality creeps

from the verminous city streets.  the...

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CALIBER

The mental quality of spirits is unveiled.
Anne saw them in imagery.
They were in small shapes as a displayed mural.
A bust of lives demised with estate...

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The evening  sky invites me to gaze
Beyond the porch’s open window,
Igniting my senses to reflect about
Bygone days like one long replay
Where parts of ...

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Quintessence of Monalisa mystifies me.         
Silver blazon of Sahara sands scintillates me
Majesty of the Milky Way overwhelms...

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I came upon a  huge mural hanging on a wall
   the woman portrayed had such a sadness in her face
she reached out...

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Of course, art is always somewhat
subjective, breaking established rules: the artist
intuitively adding imaginary inches to a canvas;

a work in progress, riding waves, finding depth 
both...

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