Short River Styx Poems
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betwixt the soul of night
still young but bright
death carved out
her path for me
through The River Styx
yes i know
this river
all my life
i know
her twice
thus i go
to drink
from the
River Styx
where i drink
from her twice
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
I went out in a mighty coughin fit
but oh how that coffin fit
oh it fit and it fit well
now i'm crossing the river styx
coastin right on into hell
Form:
unchained from death’s grip
getting away from a dark pit
rowing across the river Styx
back to the world of the living
freed at last, born once again.
On the river Styx,
Charons’ boat moves quite slowly;
the passage solemn;
it will cost you for the ride.
Charon does not work for free.
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.
Form:
Nevermore the river styx shall ye reach
The trickster has played his tricks leaving your bones to bleach
Take ye heed in life be fair or in death the raven will steal your fare.
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
You called just to say
You’ve had enough of me
Distraught
Distracted with thoughts irrelevant
Sitting in dissonance
And starry eyed innocence
Tongue-tied
My heart died
It fell into the hands of Nyx
And thrown into the river Styx.
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
An Avid Pupil of "Mott the Hoople"
A Rocker from the Start
My Soul would Fear no "Megadeth"
But Lost my Heart to "Heart"
I'd never Plant the "Plants"
Or Turn the Page on "Pages"
Till I Cross the River "Styx"
I'll Rock the "Rock of Ageless"
I look to the setting sun
Where my spirit sails
Across the river Styx
To the other side of reality
Where the angels
And spirits dwell
Into the arms of my loves
Waiting there
The scars of this world
Are a fading memory
As I sail
To the other side of reality
Jonah found himself in a most dreadful fix
He nearly had an encounter with the River Styx
He was freed by the whale's timely regurgitation
Thus easing its bellyache and Jonah's expiration!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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Oh, my love for thee a harmony of benignant bliss
Thus on my knee, I passionately plea that I may kiss
Your luscious lips that will eclipse my salivating soul
Sailing ships on the river Styx carry love that you stole.
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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 place home
Form:
draculas shadow
meandering and lurking
frightening a crow
gruesome, glorious
rising from the river styx
clandestine purpose
young maiden felt it
watching and waiting for her
a chill in her heart
dark vulnerable
expecting to be ravaged
her life’s blood altered
a warning wolf howl
teeth slashed into her white neck
he drained her slowly
Buddy, Pal
The pimiento to my sal
Let this grievance parlay
To the earthen mounds stay
Better it be, thinkest me
To be alive and free
And now we come to it
Must my sword sharpen thy wit?
Friend, fellow
let this fine wine mellow
To the river Styx bid hello
Better it be, thinkest me
To be alive and free
But now come we to it
Shall my sword sharpen thy wit?
Ferry man elf rode in on a stream
From the River Styx, or at least it seemed….
We were a tiny bit afraid of this elf so gray.
He had appeared suddenly on this somber day.
Do you think he’s here to collect? Someone asked.
It would be mean, and it’s such an awful task!
We did not know, but we gave him a wide berth.
This ferry man elf who sprung from middle earth.
The grief of mortals is a passing horror.
We gods, who live forever, saw far more.
Conceived in burning chaos were we few;
Beyond the pain of mortals what we knew.
And I, who suffered more than mortals may,
Conceived this fortress to all fears allay.
Let any call for comfort, they can come:
My peace shall render every torment numb.
My peace protects whoever poison pricks.
These things I swore upon the river Styx.
Beads balloons and colored lights
on the balcony tonight
one drop
two drops
three drops
four
tears are falling on the floor
one sigh
two sighs
three sighs
five
are you glad to be alive?
one look
three looks
five looks
six
sailing down the river styx
when they ask you who you were
tell them you could not concur
with the others you recall
who you are\ were through it all.
flatlining
cartwheeling confetti sky
star to soul in angel glow
taste the speed of white rose
light
hitchhike
to the darkening side,
cascading down demon crevice
wings dipped in fiery
river Styx
into throats of molten menace
a frosted defibrillator blast
gliding down a foggy path
raven nurse with hands of satin
sweeps my bed of rose and ashes
her smile...the scent of heaven
the eyes...the seeds of hell
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 is a bargeman who
For pennies holding eyelids down
Will help you to forget
Vaguely chambered
Urges of the heart.
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 somber feeling.
A hushed atmosphere as boats carry away newly returned souls.
An empath might hear the whisper of the paddles gliding in the water.
Gaia listens as the water is dipped, and souls return to the underworld.