True Death

Another poem for a contest(:

I slowly kiss the lips of my once true love
Taking in the remaining essence of what was once his soul
My lips of red
His bone of white
It is as if he never left me

Reviews

[Seanh12]

Wow this poem is really great i love it. Well done. Good use of drescribing the scene well done. It is so sad . I can feel the presence thought this kiss. This is so great. Nicely written. Good use of emontions. I love the picture at the end of it as well it is so great and it fits in so nicely and sums up what the poem is about and the feel to it well done i love this. My type of poem.

[Dream Mistress]

sad but I like the pic

[Nick.B]

This seems sad, the true love dead, but she can feel his presence through the kiss, which felt like a cold kiss (in my opinion)...this is a good piece, and love the picture (i love more the words but still it's a good picture :D)

[ShayElexis(:]

It probably would be a cold kiss form the skull but the soul would fill her with a warm sadness (not just from the tears)

[Nick.B]

Yes, anyway a lot of feelings felt in those 5 lines which is a great thing to create...

[ShayElexis(:]

Thanks

[Lucien Maier]

The words flow nicely/ haunting and eerie.