Best River Styx Poems

While waiting at the river Styx, in twisted time untaught,
from branches of the gallows tree, in recollections wrought,
your soul, a beggar’s blanket, hangs in crazy quilted knots,
with dangling pearls and diamond studs in dripping crimson clots,
midst gaping wounds and bulging eyes like fouling apricots,
for wrapped...

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In the shadows of the Montezuma mountains there lies an ethereal river
Ancient Greeks knew of it, and wrote legends, many which are lost.
She is the River Styx. Where your soul travels beyond flesh death.
It is a silent river; no words are exchanged. There is a...

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Atmospheres of the weary tears that flow through the river Styx
Bonded by the watchful eye for Hades is in the molten mix

Cerberus is in his bliss as he watch’s the grotesque gates of hell
Death becomes as it nocturnally numbs the souls underneath its spell

Eurynomos watching...

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Alone on the river Styx
untouchable by experience
in reach of warm safety 
a reward constantly carroting
the current icy morrow
my solo journey
exciting lack
grey and without embrace
without redemption
without nature
away from god...

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one said that some cross the river paying the fare to Charon
the blunt old bearded ferryman, while others cross the waters 
with no money but the faith alone

it’s so simple and easy to step on the sands of dismal river Styx
because men of humble class...

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Forming a crossroad
Between the living
And the dead

Down this river
To the world of evil
Darkness appears
Ravens flying near

The reaper comes fourth
And take souls from the north
Putting them in pain
Making them go insane

Feasting upon there souls
Making there hearts, turn to coal
This is where the dead roam
And call there...

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Below indigenous herds of species’
Soft stampeded tramplings,
Profound caves water rivers underground.

Roots grow their nether forests
Down to a shadow fathom depth of earth.
Tendrils leaf out only tuber leaves of dirt.

Flooded backs of charcoal catacombs
Snake like water moccasins through
Aquifers to rise disguised as springs and wells.

Here there...

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Oh waiter
at the river styx,
striking down the might and meek.

Thou scythe
is camped outside my door;
waiting...
as with us all.

To take the good ahead of schedule....

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A river? ’Tis but my tongue!
She rides a current well:
Porridge, pills,
Never courage, 
Nor a swollen will....

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With headphones, to escape in wordless song  
From the clammy claustrophobic, squeezed mass

A grinding stop and sliding doors open
The rush of cool air, and the exodus

The sound of diesel engines and bus brakes
The smell of exhaust and stale urine floats

Large flocks, divided by streetlights,...

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The golden eagel's
Sharp talons
Jack-knifed into
The River Styx
Catching prey
For her nesting
Young eaglets...

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Young branches of
The sycamore tree, 
Brushes the pastel blue sky

Then, I released these magic stones into 
The hands of the sky, and
Witness the ripple reflection of 
The ancient River Styx...

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Tonight, the 
Elevator doors
Open and close,
Satan believes
Down is up and
Up is down
We all fall
Fall deep
Unto the 
River Styx...

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I stand in the swamp by the riverbank 
clutching a coin I have stolen
as my heart still beats within my breast
It is only my spirit 
that has slipped away
to await the ferryman of Acheron
Charon who
skillfully pilots his skiff
from there to where it flows 
into Styx

He...

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Our life is as evanescent as the 
trumpet flower of the morning glory. 
The merest chapter in the history 
of mankind’s ever compelling story. 
Various serendipitous ramblings 
ultimately contingent ‘on quarry; 
retold to captive audience in tones 
melodious as silver-tongued lory.
Redolent of an evening-scented stock,...

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