Graffiti on the walls
I see thee on the stalls
Down the seedy halls
Between the buildings tall
What some consider crime
I've come to find divine
Out from concrete, shine
From slums, comes some refine
Amaze me with its beauty
That street smarts keep exuding
Train cars keep on moving
To display art, feed it to me
The artist; "never see me!"
But my eyes; "how you please me!"
My senses beg to see thee;
Your beautiful graffiti
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Author:
b-LAH-que (
Offline) - Published: May 7th, 2019 01:27
- Comment from author about the poem: Just a short rhyme on one of my favorite under-appreciated art forms.
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Comments1
What a tribute to graffiti
Yes it can liven up a dull and dreary place.
Lovely rhyme
Thank you, Suresh!
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