Adam M. Snow : Writing

Reflection *rewrite and re-edit*

Reflection *rewrite and re-edit*

A Poem by Adam M. Snow


Alone am I this night of flutter, confusion reigns, so I utter. The air is that of a clouded dream; so dark like that of an ordeal gleam.
A Sinister Lullaby

A Sinister Lullaby

A Poem by Adam M. Snow


A melody flowing caressing the nightly air, its soothing sound echoes a flair. It sprung from the lips of a maiden aloft; the angelic song, sung ever ..
The Writer and the Blood Inked Quill

The Writer and the Blood Inked Quill

A Poem by Adam M. Snow


The candle flickered by a passing gentle breeze; My quill dries up leaving not I at ease. My words upon page now left to hang. A reader's disappoin..
Weary Lad

Weary Lad

A Poem by Adam M. Snow


He gaze upon himself utterly; not knowing, not knowing. Should he ponder or sunder; but his words not flowing, but his words not flowing.
My Soon Forgotten Memory

My Soon Forgotten Memory

A Poem by Adam M. Snow


Memories gone and left me astray, Alone without a thought, I wish it to stay. It's all I had in this once peaceful time; My memories and dreams, my..
My Mind is a White Canvas

My Mind is a White Canvas

A Poem by Adam M. Snow


The silence mellowed out the loudest noise conceived, And I wonder all that I've deceived. I dreamt all that I could dream up till now; My mind dra..
Death of a Dreamer

Death of a Dreamer

A Poem by Adam M. Snow


Woe is I that death dost follow. Is I to die by hands of sorrow.
The Sunlight Daughter

The Sunlight Daughter

A Poem by Adam M. Snow


The single spring allotted her expires, Like the sun at dusk inspires; And though she knows not a reason, She awaits the sun by season.
The Birth of Spring

The Birth of Spring

A Poem by Adam M. Snow


A birth of Spring brings flowers bloom, A beauty that reigns from nature's womb; Bringing forth a new day of yore; A beauty that reigns forevermore..
Night of Yore

Night of Yore

A Poem by Adam M. Snow


Speak softly so my heart can hear, Of your voice and make it clear. I don't have time to bicker and sing, But o'er thy voice, a bell dost ring.