Vultures spiral above the barren dusk,
Veins of the earth pulse beneath crack
Venus light smudges the sky
Vines strangle the bones of a sunken temple
Vapors curl from the lake’s mouth
Voices echo through the hollow well
Vanishing footsteps linger in dew
Velvet moths cling to charred bark
Viridian moss clings to timeworn stone
Visions flicker in candle smoke
Vultures return, wings wider now
Valleys shiver as wind runs its fingers through fields of silver
Victories carved on shields, left to rust beneath
Villains remain behind the tunnels
Votive flames dance in broken chapels
voids whisper silence
Vigilant owls perch on crooked gates
Violets bloom where bones once slept
Vaults of memory crack open
Volcanic hush seeps from the horizon
Vicarious shadows stretch across glass
About the Creator
Karun
🌿✨ Karun, a poet weaving emotions into verses, embarked on the journey of words to unearth the beauty of feelings. In the delicate dance of ink and emotion, my poetry delves into the nexus of the human heart and the natural world.✍️
Comments (1)
Omgggg I love how everyone line starts with a V and votive is a new word for me. Loved your poem so much!