Cold, Cold Ground
The cold, so cold ground
Binding and pulling
And holding me down
Embraced by the crypt
Confined and restrained
And life’s breath stripped
Stygian inked
Such stifling dark
And soul’s light extinct
I find myself here
Trussed by death’s grave
Without hope, just fear
In the cold, cold ground
Decayed and corrupt
Neath my burial mound
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Categories:
stygian, dark, death, gothic, grave,
Form: Elegy
Clouds Rippling Across a Stygian Sky
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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Categories:
stygian, storm,
Form: Monoku
Man-Made, Yet a Human Brain Was Cooked Into Stygian-Hued Glass By Spilling Lava In 79ad
A curve of sky
in a corner cusps a smooth,
thick dusting
of carrot-mauve hues
tonight. Drapes over heather
trees
whose arms
and hands bend with this drowsy sky
as it starts
to fall asleep-
the cyrean "silk" upon
which this
cantaloupe tint
is traced, daubed, by the brushstrokes
of Mother Nature;
is ready
for the deep onyx doves-with halos-
of a cold
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Categories:
stygian, allusion, appreciation, beautiful,
Form: Haiku
Stygian Rider
He is coming
for me
the stygian rider
on his
hellish steed
whose nostrils
spit fire
he is coming
he is coming
for me.
Entrenched and
fortified
my heart trembles
seems resigned
to this reality
this inevitability
this clash of
overlords divided
mind and heart
contentious
and combative.
All
for sacred sanctity
questionable ties
their truth their way
an epic struggle
two worlds colliding
battling and
warring over their
precious notions
quintessential hostilities.
The earth rumbles
mud filled trench
thick with despair
stench of vomit
the rider approaches
axe wielded high
his
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Categories:
stygian, fear, myth,
Form: Free verse
Stygian Consciousness
The world is a very strange and dark place,
But my mind is even darker.
Never underestimate the power of a dark mind,
This dark world is not all what it's cracked up to be.
And I for sure know my mind isn't peaches and cream,
I've walked thru the hot fiery pits of Hell.
But my own personal hell has
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Categories:
stygian, depression, emotions,
Form: Free verse
Stygian Night
At stygian night
The subtle and cold breeze blows
As a rustle sound
2-1-2016
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Categories:
stygian, night,
Form: Haiku
Stygian Doubts-The Catacombs of Saint Francis, Lima, Peru
The rottenness of it all is no less foul for having been bleached white. This is the conclusion I come to. I walk with a scarf covering my mouth through the dimly lit catacombs of the faithful. The arched ceiling holds a dangling string of incandescent bulbs which cast a sickly yellow glow on my
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Categories:
stygian, adventure, allusion, faith,
Form: Prose Poetry
''In Hades Flows a Stygian River''
In Hades flows a Stygian river
of sorrows—a river of great despair!
It's a spiritual death that we all share
that napalms our lives and rots our liver.
Beware! Its undercurrent of dire doom
drowns us with heartless joy—it does not care,
and burdens us with more than we can bear.
We're like cadavers in a cold, stone tomb
from which can
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Categories:
stygian, depression, grief, hope, jesus,
Form: Sonnet