Mural Poems - Poems about Mural

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 Used to create a colorful scene This continent...

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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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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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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 Mingle with and meet Segged clogged bobbers In the early morning street. Then...

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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 parking pads and steel-framed industrial artifacts are hauled away with respect and gratitude for...

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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 legacy, something to leave the family. To reassure them that their...

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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 see my shine. A young Godd with a vision. Visualizing...

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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 the trash can My life is a tapestry of poor decisions And...

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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 could hit rewind and go back When people cared if I...

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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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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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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, street wise And still beloved, he died In a cargo...

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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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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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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 yellow,oak stained the pale apricot; while blood red,reddish russet dotted the olive lind; freckled crimson, a...

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