Best 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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In Hades, flows the chthonic Styx, a river 
     of woe and pain (a channel thoroughfare;
     where Charon ferries the dead, who despair)  
which unnerves our damned souls till we quiver.
The Styx! It's like cirrhosis which...

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Conquered by the circumambient incandescent 
We are impuissant to all illumination 
Its conflagrant presence remains incessant 
The Mother's diurnal course without reincarnation
Purity of white, in its bright obsolescent 
Beauty transmogrified to incarceration 

Destitute to substance of atramentous 
Yearning for just an ounce of clandestiness
Reverse fear...

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"50 Words for Poe: Styx"




Sleep now

Your Nepenthe has been taken
listen to your dream 
what you pay alms for
requires surveillance
this is where she is reached and seen
in her dreams she dreams within your dream

He whistles in with the wind
Like King of the Hill
Incubus sucks her soul...

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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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Acherontia Styx

The ancient river of between
Nightshades powdered wing gold and purple
Flutters the dead skull 
In soft velvet wizardry’s cloak 

The eye of the moon caped in cloud
Traverses the underworld sheet of stars
With deaths head mark laid upon its back
On the subtle wings of mysteries code

Luminescent...

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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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Styx
by Michael R. Burch
 
Black waters, deep and dark and still: 
all men have passed this way, or will.

NOTE: According to ancient Greek mythology, the Styx was the River of Death. The dead would pay Charon, the ferryman of Hades, a fare to carry them...

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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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Behold the river
Where Charon plies his grim trade
Ferrying the dead...

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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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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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