Short Stygian Poems

ravenous
dark diviner
your Stygian insight
foreboding fay Morgan’s merciless
hunger...

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when my sky turns stygian, heart murmurs- seek the rainbow that follows...

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Stygian nightmare,
creeping with callous intent
'fore lethal fangs plunge....

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At stygian night 
The subtle and cold breeze blows 
As a rustle sound















2-1-2016...

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mordant clouds swiftly ripple, moving across a stygian sky


February 18, 2023
A Ripple To Me 2 Contest
Sponsor: JCB Brul
15 syllables checked with howmanysyllables...

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Stygian and cotton white birds are going to take flight from the beach to the unknown

















For Monoku 9 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Poet Destroyer A
Ninth Place
3-15-2016...

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Written: October 22, 2023, 
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Slight-shaped stygian sign swung in fiendish award
Witchy mage threw itchy gunpowder and abhorred...

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Haiku

A Stygian poem
can be  written in daylight
by the deadly lake.


In the lake of love
she was dead as an unsaid poem 
the sun too drowned.

Seven dead nuns in a boat
had succumbed by a sea of prayers
oars dripping tears....

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In the dead hours of black mourning
street lamps halo drizzled rain
silence deafens senseless senses
too early in the game

Missing man formation creases
bleached white skies
contrails streak dirty grey
stygian wings eulogize

Tango uniform Lear Test 1
fly away home...

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the trees
pierce of sight
with raven's eyes
beyond the iron gate

the stones
now seal
their whispered fate
as hush of gossip falls
in silence on the hill

their lips now pucker
of death's last kiss
stygian old maids
their blood drops
crimson against skies
rejected even by night...

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A flare up for help—
Waving to Earth. Says: what 
Could make an orbit
Go so cold?

The deep shine
Coughs in motion,
From its lust where
Its being gets caught in the way—

I say...
Burn, Stygian, burn:
When your own burn is low, I push
Its walls— (and let go) into this raw black hole....

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Expectant eyes searched dark sullen skies
Stellar starlight was dim this nebula night
The mourning moon in silent swoon
donned sorrow's shroud beneath a cosmic cloud
Her vibrant veil, faintly frail
Brilliant beams became stygian streams
Then dawn danced as aurora* advanced...

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Feeling a twinge of wretchedness
From my ugly past.
I was plagued by misery and 
treated like old dirty trash.
While existing in a dark cage in 
my own afflicted mind.
Despair, disgust and fear was 
not hard to find.
Lost, as stygian shadows crawl 
upon my soul.
Only a pretender as I played my 
role....

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when glowworms	
in the stygian night
threw flickers of light 
like scattered gems,

when little birdies cuddled under
their mother’s warmth,
while the long whistle of a train
was dying in the distance,

I sensed the indulgent grip
of the hands of Sleep 
who  hauled me 
to his gilded chamber of dreams!...

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Unseeing Streetlamps 


Under the celestial awing
degrees of darkness
Stygian night or silky blue
Secret light seeps out of
manifold hurts
soon absorbed by night's hue 
By the quay, lovers watch the light
commit suicide 
in dark waters
Only the sleepless see this 
and prowlers with knives 
killing with passion...

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The pursuers


Under the celestial awing 
there are degrees of darkness
stygian and silky night-blue.
Secret light seeps out of hurts
soon absorbed by night´s hue.
By the quay, lovers watch the light
Commit suicide in dark waters.
Night prowlers with knives
killing someone with a passion
and bath in blood at midnight....

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Petrifying prediction proffered.
Abhorrent abominations
and shapeless shadows stalk streets.
Perpetually pitch
as Luna's light lapsed.
Prostrate and pray:
Stygian
nightmare
roused.

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28th April 2017

For the "Form N - Ninette or Nonet" contest, sponsored by Broken Wings.
(Eighth Place)...

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The Stalkers

Under the celestial awning
There are degrees of darkness 
Stygian and silky night - blue 
Secret light seeps out of hurts
Soon absorbed by night`s hue 
By the quay lovers watch light
Commit suicide in dark waters
Only the sleepless see this and 
Night prowlers with knives 
 Killing someone with passion 
And bath in blood at midnight...

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What, if not
meaningful thought
purposeful action,
calibrated memory,
diatonic music,
enlightened love,
defines an auspicious life?

Thought without meaning,
random action,
vertiginous memory,
atonal music,
Stygian despair.

Triumphant Life:
only success
merely failure
only light
merely darkness
only everything
merely nothing

© 2014 by Michael Jones...

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some where- stygian transgressions are
carved into impervious hillsides-
fossilized relics, their
meanings yet undeciphered-
blistered fingered sculptors
gifted  with 
quixotic acumen, chant
mystical word songs -
translucent echos dance around
opaque distant moons-
images rise- phenoix eyed vigilant
reminders-
of a time gone, but not forgotten

cm brady  2007...

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The sea closed over
This is the way
For, the sea claims it's dead
In a world of shades of grey
 
I looked forward to a world
In which
Words cannot say
The meanings of things
What I felt today
 
I cannot see sky
For, the sea closed over me
Its' stygian darkness
I cannot breathe
I cannot flee
 
The sea closed over
This is the way
It claims its' dead
What I felt today...

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~O' twilight crepuscule darken murk  uncertain obscures;
Gloaming ugly blacken sufferings of deaths chant songs;

Melancholy sullen misty dark figurative demon dance;
Stygian evil shadowed one is the darken phantom soul;~




3/24/19
~3rd Place Winning Placement entry~
Writing Challenge 5, March 2019, Four Lines - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Dear Heart...

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My Deadly Sin

Apathy lets evil win. 
Gossip is among the Ten. 

Cruelty is simply barbarous. 
Three of Seven mentions avarice.

Hell burns hot for hypocrites.
Stygian fates await the bigots.

And may there be little respite,
For the tyrant nor the despot.

These are sins that I abhor,
But, alas, there is one more.
Among them all, it's even worse;
It's penning lists of bad to verse....

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A life recovered from Stygian depths
tainted by the horrors of dark abyss.
He falters as he takes one thousand steps, 
		a life recovered.

Pale sunlight stippling through with warming bliss, 
luminescence he warily accepts,
burning too brightly after his darkness. 

There is a shortening of his sharp breaths 	 
as stark reality he soon percepts
that forces him from his grim regrets,
		a life recovered....

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I went up river in a canoe.
I had no paddles. I was all thumbs.
I scuttled her in the foothills; 
the valley air chokes me.

I tried to drown but was too
resilient. I foraged for food.
I made water from jumble ice
in my seasoned stygian skillet.

I tried to sleep through it all
but became resistive to the valerian
root. I’m no Rip Van Winkle.
I’ve lived this way for 1,080 days. . .

I live this way still. . ....

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