Styx Poems - Poems about Styx

“Styx and Stones” bad entities exist here we’ve crossed Styx we learn we’ve reached sure when stones are thrown Candide Diderot. ‘25 ...

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morose depressive meet you on the river styx sure said optimist...

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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...

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On the bank of the river Styx, Life and death and forever mix, There’s no keeping who its water picks, Say farewell by the river Styx. I lived my life in the land of light, Yet now I cross to the realm of night. I’ve no sorrow for my poor plight: Yet I wonder if I left things right. Was I smiling in...

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Hallow’s Eve, when spirits return And on Styx’s shores, a darkness churns Lost souls vanish to the veil Lamenting cries rise up from Hell Omen hangs high in Stygian sky Where witches watch with a wicked eye Eldritch winds whisper a woeful tale Echoes of death ride on the gale Night-creatures creep with dreadful bale ...

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they met at the bonfire faces lit and lively against this light both looked better after dark we watched the show unfurl they were oblivious to the rest of us drawn to each other like cats to flames alley cats that is we made jokes about it laughing too loudly for we had beer and we were not used to it October football had confused...

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Charon demands us to disrobe Sell your layers for coins Some with less have more to trade Better than becoming chained ghosts Our suits and dresses tie us down Being nude again will be sobering After a year of stripping down Sobriety feels too brisk I put on Italian wine’s garment It tells me to pour layers on It tells me to put on...

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blood-red skies thunder a dark boat hauntingly moves across flaming seas. 27/03/2023 Hell Haiku Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori...

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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, with a crown of wispy hair as hoary, we insist...

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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 somber feeling. A hushed atmosphere as boats carry away newly returned...

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A river? ’Tis but my tongue! She rides a current well: Porridge, pills, Never courage, Nor a swollen will....

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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 arrives and I pay the price He places the coin in...

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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 across the Styx to their eternal destination. (Hades was not...

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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 in she sits in his boat long bare legs wearing...

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Three misfits sought mischief along serenity shore when a boatman slashed through the bluing mist with driftwood oars honed by a river called Styx. They were wild and naive and looked quite aghast for boatmen usually gather the worn and the weak but the misfits were young and strong as teak trees. The boatman anchored a skull and...

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