Ferryman Poems - Poems about Ferryman

...On sleepless nights, down winter's road, A lonely knight in silence strode. He raised his drink, a golden hue, And bellowed deep, as sorrow grew. A sudden quake—his soul it stirred, And throug......

Continue reading...

...ETERNAL QUESTION We all live in a world full of belief Yet often with little understanding And sciences too, deep at its roots Religious compliance when it suits Yet with a loyalty to the bran......

Continue reading...

...GHOST, RIVER, SHIVER, MASTICATE, COLD, POMPOUS The cold wind swirled the mist all along the bank, The ferryman held onto the boat, whilst the gentleman walked across the narrow plank, The man lo......

Continue reading...

...In the dim-lit dusk of a shattered world, where shadows gather but souls do not meet, I wandered—a hollow echo of Virgil’s path— between the ruins of ambition and ash. “This is the way the worl......

Continue reading...

...What is the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen? A flower, white and pure, in a field of debris. The lily maiden, a lotus in the troubled oceans, sprouting and unfolding, emerging amidst gla......

Continue reading...

...With an oar and a long boat Down river goes the deal maker, Ferrying another soul afloat ... For I am their taker ... Black cloak 'round my shoulder Two coins in my bony hand, I bring the yo......

Continue reading...

...MY FUTURE SELF My future days are as a grey thickening mist I refuse to countenance them and will resist Life’s mill is slowing now with no more grist I am told to live for today, whilst it may......

Continue reading...

...Live to work or work to live? C’mon, let’s get this over with The money’s stashed in the couch near the TV Let’s get going on the only ride that’s free Don’t believe that old thing they say Th......

Continue reading...

...Yes indeed, as cheesy as it may sound my advice is to drop all pretense of spiritual striving and accomplishment. Like a child, play, and ignore what anyone may think or say, no matter how o......

Continue reading...

...Zenith swirls of black rose petals, burst into a flock of circling crows, descending ash and rain on my frozen form. Viscera and scarlet pools flash, feet running of a child, car screeching ti......

Continue reading...

...TO WHICH IMAGE SHOULD WE CLING Is it the hero to whose brave image we should cling Or the sage, whose deep knowledge impresses us all Perhaps the bard, whose melodies we hear him sing But even ......

Continue reading...

...As sensitive and as fragile As a mottled Butterflies tissue paper wings As gentle and tender as a teasing caressing arresting summer breeze As transparent and crystal clear as a calm ocean As j......

Continue reading...

...The withering is so very beautiful. Eyes build translucent shells for themselves. there is a falling inward, mouths move beneath appearance, Expressions of mortality falter, as the mind begin......

Continue reading...

...The call of the wolf haunts the night when the full moon rises between the realms of nightmares and dreams where souls are gathered in dark fields of stone and fireflies where fairies dart......

Continue reading...

...RIVERBANK The river of life flows fast toward the weir This scene is now reality, not a pantomime So smile for the ferryman as he draws near Is that sweet music that you can now hear It is c......

Continue reading...