Best Kiss Of Death Poems
Yesterday, I soared with the wind
Today, death and I dance entwined in a slow waltz
Somber mood as bright lights shine above
Wagner in the background of semi-consciousness
Looking up at tubes, needles, wires and the reaper
Faces staring down, heads shaking in doubtful sadness
Onwards we roll, battle of the bacterium
Ensuring, I, wake only in hazy delirium
I reach out into emptiness
Grasping for the significance of it all
Falling into an existential black hole
Loveless, alone, is this to be my last stroll
Illusions and dreams creeping back into my soul
Hearing songbirds, will life have another go?
The winds roar once more inside my head
I stand up, with a smile, I am alive! Not dead!
Life has infected me with a fresh kiss
Time’s sun is setting
Give a passionate kiss to lover
Before the darkness
Of Angel of Death
Kisses your soul out
Woke up from a
nightmare
at 4 am
clenched on to
my cold sheets
and stared at the
dead stars
in the ceiling
looked to my right
and gave my
sleeping sister
a peck on the
cheek
she woke up
scared for her life
I don't blame her.
being a poet is
-inevitably-
a curse as much
as it is
a blessing;
our emotions
always burst out
at
the
wrong
times.
We'll dread
If we're on our deathbed
We'll cry
For we're going to die
That sin
It's a turmoil within
So pale
To feel so very frail
In hours
I'll give you a flower
Suppose
I'll give you a red rose
Last breath
So taste the kiss of death
Track: The Lost Boys - Cry Little Sister
Track: Slipknot - Psychosocial
Kiss Of Death
I’ll be your last vision of stones and trees
You will eat your tongue and die on your knees
For I am the kiss of death
Your struggle will last but one breath
I am the king of revolution
Mass extinction is my solution
I feel no pain or sorrow for my foes
Landing six feet under’s the way it goes
Across the world no one is hated more
My stomach never churns, even amidst the gore
The world has gone completely viral
Irreversible, unstoppable, in a downward spiral
I feed off the violence and dismay
Then I step in and cause total disarray
The only innocent are the unborn
But even for the hell their born into, I cannot mourn
Because I feel no sympathy or love
I am the symbol of the black dove
And don’t forget I’ll always be around
When you’ve sinned to much, I’ll put you in the ground
Another girl,
Just livin' her life.
Another soul,
Trying to survive.
A happy place,
She's tryin' to find,
But nothin's good,
When she shuts her eyes.
Another boy,
That no one sees.
Except the bullies,
Hiding down the street.
Two bloody shins,
And two broken knees,
The kid's cries,
Echo through the trees.
Circumstance is a funny thing,
The like-minded suffer the worst deeds.
But through love there's a hope beneath,
All the pain and the tears you see.
After time,
The two finally meet.
No more tears,
"You're all that matters to me".
They pick eachother,
Back up on their feet.
School has a dance,
But there's hesitancy.
He promises,
It'll be alright,
Gonna be just,
You and me tonight.
She smiles and says,
Okay but hold me tight,
I just might die,
if you leave my sight.
Circumstance is a funny thing,
The like-minded suffer the worst deeds.
But through love there's a hope beneath,
All the pain and the tears you see.
Their gazes lock,
In this moonlit dream.
The stars shooting,
Set the perfect scene.
But something falls,
From too high above,
A stupid prank,
To end A perfect love.
As she passes,
The reaper appears,
Her lips purse,
As his draw near.
His kiss ends,
All her worries and fears.
The world fades,
As her soul leaves here.
Circumstance is a funny thing,
The like-minded suffer the worst deeds.
But through love there's a hope beneath,
All the pain and the tears you see.
The boy sees,
Each and every face.
With nothing left,
Death he does embrace.
But that reaper,
Showed some sympathy,
He gave the boy a choice,
So delicately:
Give me your soul,
I'll take those other three;
And torture them more than,
They ever did thee.
Just reach out,
And sign this little deed,
And in hell,
You may all find peace.
The boy sighed,
But he knows at least,
He found a way to make,
The hurting cease.
Circumstance is a funny thing,
The like-minded suffer the worst deeds.
But through love there's a hope beneath,
All the pain and the tears you see.
Death lives here with us
It calls out to
those who
come to visit
An unwanted consequence
of accidents
Death is not loud
It whispers softly
There is
no need to shout
Finality is deafening
Death does not take sides
It is neither
Good nor bad
Happy or sad
It is all around
watching
waiting
for a single kiss
Death is all around, a fatal embrace
We all race to the gateways of hell
There seems to be no lines
All admitted, entrance is free
We are born to die
In between we cry
The few, they grasp the feelings of love
More to be tormented on final goodbyes
What crazy Gods, make us food for hells gates?
Why must we suffer along roads of terrible fates?
Why must we die at all?
We are not fodder to line the gardens of the Gods
A thousand tears, to irrigate one small smile
We travel deserts of despair, for what I ask you?
A child dances for joy, not knowing life’s cruelty
His joy, will be the food to feed deaths cruel grasp
Lush gardens, walking paths, and wild rose
Such beauty, belongs in the hearts of us all
And yet onwards we march, towards the garden of darkness
Where, all beauty is darker than night itself
Here there is no place for tears
Here you exist only in matter, with no soul
Here, no one hears
Here you lie, in present, past and future
Here, is your final cry
KISS OF DEATH
I am the kiss of death
You can’t resist me
I steal upon you in the night
No one can save you
Deep in the shadows
That no mortal can know
I am fate, I am death
You can’t hide from me
I know all the hidden places
I know all the hidden secrets
Nothing is safe from me
From your dreams
Nothing is hidden from my mind
Kiss of Death
Can you see my pain now can you see why I'm so depressed do you understand how or what I'm feeling no because you have never asked cause you don't care oh it sucks being the youngest no what about the middle child or the misfit or the child everyone picks on what about them suicide is an option for them because they cannot win the game of life and neither can I I cant fight no longer I won't try I give up with everything in me I'm not worth it I'm the middle child the misfit the one everyone picks on I'd get treated better if I wasn't me if I was my sister or brother I'd get it all and they think they have it bad one day in my shoes would they understand the guilt I hold or the withdraw of being human I'm a monster I only dream of death I will love you with the kiss of death a place where I take you so you can feel my pain too nothing will help nothing will pass by me only in me I have no feelings no soul and no reason to live I'll kiss you with my sorrow and I'll be happy around you so you have to guess who I really am I'm not happy and I'm not warm I'm cold my heart is frozen not rhyming with time my brain no longer breathing no longer sending pulses to my organs the blood rushes from my vain out into the open unto the blue carpet I can only wish of death for the Satan inside to take me away to the lake of fire where I burn forever and eternity but will it solve my problems yes will it make you understand when I'm gone that I'm all you have left from this disaster no bands caused my deaths only the game of life did
the leaves wave goodbye
as they're kissed by Autumn's breath
floating to their death
it spits out the thinnest of dead creation
paining the one with its deadly stinging kiss
cry out, no not me
for i am but a colored crazy slave
with the letter of P. for poor
and the letter of B. for the unbelieved
but i must bear it
just like so many who have before me
they don't tell
because who would believe
The kiss of Death is sure to be enticing
Filling up confused humans
With powerful orgasms
As to cause them
A change of existence!
For that kiss have I been waiting for
Dreaming and fantasising about it
As would a princess totally
In love with its charms,
Wanting to feel the comfort
Of the freedom that lie
Between its arms,
As if,
It were the prince capable
Of saving me from my own shadows!
Death, made to look ugly
And gruesome,
Reveals himself as a handsome
Young man with unruly hair
And shiny eyes
Easily seducing me
With his charismatic smile
And the depth of his longing for me!
Contrarily to humans, shall he say to me
I'll fight for you
I'll grope you and pull you
Closer and closer to me
In a tight bond of amorous submission
As
You belong to me!
Then he'll drown me with his kiss
And I'll succumb to him
Through a rebirth in another
Unwanted existence on Earth,
Yearning for when my soul
Would, once more,
Feel the orgasmic euphoria
Of being lost in his essence!
KISS OF DEATH
full-bodied wine
felicitous lipstick
smile glistens in goblet
gregarious sips
~
rogue wave
of purple grape
plenipotentiary drink
steals Juliet’s kiss
11/4/2017
Rick Parise’s 8 Line Poem Contest
Theme: Death
If I were a mountain climber,
I’d always take the time
To check out superstitious lore
When choosing where to climb.
For recently an avalanche
Took several climbers’ lives.
I’m sure they left some grieving friends
And parents, children, wives.
This avalanche occurred in France.
Mont Blanc’s the mountain range;
But here’s the part that is, to me,
More obvious than strange.
The northern face of Mont Maudit
Is where the slide began.
The meaning of that name was not
A factor in their plan.
Or possibly, those mountaineers
Thought there was some mystique
To conquering a mountain
That’s defined as “cursed peak.”
With dangers in a sport like this,
I know I’d be averse
To setting out upon a peak
That’s burdened with a curse.
They thumbed their noses at the gods
Which is the kiss of death.
I wonder if they realized that
As they took their last breath.