#mural poems on Hello Poetry

K Balachandran Aug 2020

My eyes slyly asked yours for a breeze
But your lips quickly gifted a tornado.
Uprooted, with you I flew across like a bird,
To an island where your sharpend nails,
Etched murals on love going sweetly violent,
On every inch, making the pain pleasurable,
All over the canvas of my down turned body.

#lips #tornado #breeze #nail #sharp #mural #love #pleasure

Kairosclere Jun 2020

Painting.

I was the painting you tore down
Even before you started.

#painting #mural #feelings #tore #torn

TS Ray Nov 2019

Murals of the morning sun

Streaks of orange and golden pageantry,
like a chariot driven by cavalry,
in an orb made of opulent armory,
delighting everyone with your supreme scenery.

Uniquely made with fire and fury,
reaching us in eight minutes of undue hurry,
can’t get me out of bed this early, even
as your warmth is as pleasant as poetry.

Adorning the blue sky with white colored pastels,
seeking adoration for you by those blooming sunflower petals,
wake me up inside so I can draw you a mural,
maybe beam me up a vast canvas,
so I can paint one as splendidly supernatural.

TS. 2019.

#morning #sun #mural #art #poetry

Peter Robert Hamilton Aug 2015

Murals To Moons

Here is a beautiful mural
But I think I shouldn’t add any more to it
It might get overdone or ruined
I’m all about not ruining a good thing
Just like when people ask me to sing
I’m not like the rest
People look for batteries while I look for the North to my South
Maybe I’m too serious about some things
But I also doubt myself too much
Trying to cut that habit out of my system

#poetry #life #art #commitment #paintings #mural

Musfiq us shaleheen Sep 2014

Her Mural

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*Nature was so mature to bring the rain
She was still muddy after that pain
He took that sad song
And knew how to love her too long

The rain was falling on the very dry land
And he was holding her on a hard stand

The heavy rain,
Very rain was falling and
Flowing through the vein and vale
And the mud was gathering on the feet of the dale

The wet heavy mud,
Soft elastic after the long flood

He had a pair of keen eyes to see the pore spaces,
And had seen her in so many pale faces

When the new fresh dawn came
God sacked her from all the blame
He collected all the mud from the dale
And made her mural on the vale

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@ Musfiq us shaleheen

He took the sad song and tried to make the song better, after a long rain he got mud on the feet of the dale and finally made her mural after her death.

#love #heartbreak #sad #life #dark #song #forever #evergreen #classic #mural

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