Treasure Island

David Wood

(07 April 1950 / London)

Death's Kiss


I am death and I welcome you with a kiss
And gently hold your hand as you drift off into bliss.
Do not fear me as I welcome one and all
At the end of all your days, at the end of your summer ball.

I am death, I am everywhere round about
I welcome you in silence not even with a shout.
I have been waiting for you all your life long
To meet you and greet you with my song.

I am death; I am not to be feared with dread
I know when to call you, when everything has been said.
Though I may take you by surprise in an unexpected way,
I will take your hand gently in the twilight of your day.

Submitted: Monday, May 06, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, May 07, 2013

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I am trying to unlock this taboo subject. Some people suffer so much before they die but at the point of death many say that a calm comes over their loved one. So I am wondering if Death could speak to us what would he say.

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  • Patti Masterman (5/14/2013 12:11:00 PM)

    I like how death is both fearful and a friend at the end, and how you seem to have captured that idea in this one. (Report) Reply

  • Lyn Paul (5/8/2013 8:16:00 PM)

    Excellent David, I am an ex Funeral director and have alot of understand with death and dying. Really beautiful and one to save. (Report) Reply

  • Valerie Dohren (5/7/2013 11:01:00 AM)

    None of us know what death is like - for some it seems peaceful, with a kiss, but for others there is much suffering.
    Well written poem David, flows beautifully with good rhyming. (Report) Reply

  • Dave Walker (5/7/2013 6:44:00 AM)

    Like it, it's something a lot of people don't like to talk about.
    My only worry is, will it take me up or will it take me down.
    A great poem. (Report) Reply

  • Valsa George (5/7/2013 12:52:00 AM)

    Death comes as an unexpected visitor! (A friend or a fiend, we do not know! Everything depends on how we look upon it) A poem stirring up deep reflections in the mind! ! (Report) Reply

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