Best Deathkiss Poems
5 days later
They finally got you here
A few yards away, a nursery
Opens to find your grandchild smiling at the door
I walk away with kisses from her
And glance at the building ahead
Knowing in a few short hours
I will see you Mum once more
Not knowing what I will see
A delicate arm on my shoulder from dad
Seeps into me with questioning
A worry, a concern this will affect my life
From here on in
What I find in this very room
My Mummy, cold and gone
My dad's precious girlfriend and wife
You have your own private room
A man hands us white tissues
Saying in a funeral parlour
This is the only thing that is free
It almost seems too harrowing
To realise we are paying
To be able to enter a room
So I can see my Mummy
Dad said you looked like a princess
As he then noticed your coffin lid
In light brown wood
Emblazoned with your name
He could only kiss you once
And tell you he would love you forever
To kiss you anymore
Would have been too much pain
I couldn't touch you at first
I was frightened
You looked like you had died in the hospital
Now you looked like you could wake just the same
Your eyes seemed so eager
I swear if you could of opened them
You would of said 'Boo'
And this was all just a game
I held your hand
And realised how much your nails had grown
You always wanted them to be long
And I smiled knowing this was true
The more I held your hand
The more you grew warm
You weren't so cold
This was me giving my life to you
I kissed your forehead
And touched your hair
Your skin so beautiful
So soft, not a blemish to see
But as always
In death as in life
You were always the most beautiful woman
In the world to me
For My Mum.... ***
Winters breath blows upon my blushed face. A kiss of death to everything flora. The kiss
crumples the once vibrant fall leaves, the plush green grass an ugly brown. Heavens breath
is bitter cold, as so are the people I pass on the street.Their collars curled upon their necks,
a scarf wrapped around a chin, a hat to hide their head. Why? I find this breeze maginificet.
I peel clothing piece by piece until im exposed, unfurnished. I kneel to the unforgiving winter
hoping I might slip in with the flora.
A lullabye twists itself and dances over the river of red
Red as blood that floats across the white bed
Bed of roses with small, white stones that takes their place
Their place in the red embrace ever so lightly carressing their porcelain face
Porcelain face that shows no feelings except a shine of a smile
A smile that charms the roses and have them offer their life to spread themselves as far as a
mile
A mile long of petals of tears of happiness just to have a kiss
A kiss from their treasure has them to only welcome coldness
Coldness that chokes them deadly and yet they hold onto the pearl as tight as they can
For fear they will lose the love before they bust into black teardrops over the land
The land, pure white, untainted and takes the hand of the pearls
Pearls laughing silently as they are taken away to the next in swirls
Swirls around the beautiful death of their lover and into another victim
Victim of their beauty, their smile, their smooth features and fake mask
Mask covering their true intentions, the roses bend themselves to do the task
The task that were a soft spell cast upon them all even as humans as myself
Myself with my neck being kiss by pearls and prick into streams of blood to spill
Spill down my neck as I softly sing the lullaby, my blood turning into petals at will
Will the dance continue on top of my white casket with my roses and pearls still?