Tags Snow
The Rosebush’s SiestaA Poem by RaccoonyOnce upon a time... |
Fading WhiteA Poem by ThrushsongLess pristine, but more alive. |
Lake Michigan in WinterA Story by LilianaIt’s cold, the roads are treacherous, not pleasant to walk outside. |
Black RoseA Poem by Adam M. SnowMy dreams are broken; these words are forever unspoken. I know not who I am; I know I am a rose without a stem; a black rose that bleeds red; my heart.. |
Night of DrearyA Poem by Adam M. SnowThe moon beams upon roses of blood; to those who sought the everlasting flood. It is this night that I sought and wander; for everything I've done, I'.. |
Rippling WatersA Poem by Adam M. SnowLet the water ripples; as our reflection is shown. For it has tripled; for we are all alone. |
Here Today, Gone TomorrowA Poem by Adam M. SnowJust like a rose that blooms yet withers away; we are here to live but not here to stay. We need to learn to love, forget how to hate; and free oursel.. |
BubblesA Story by ToribirdI was laying on my floor blowing bubbles and watching them fall and this came to mind. The song is Same by snow patrol |
UnspokenA Poem by Adam M. SnowYou torment me with your bladed tongue; if only you knew my life is left unsung. Now I am broken; blind, and left unspoken; with my dreams shattered b.. |
A Soldier's PrayerA Poem by Adam M. SnowThis poem is written for our soldiers over seas. May God be with them all. |
XaocA Chapter by imaginationChaos |
Virgin LoveA Poem by Adam M. SnowMy first time loving heart; I knew it from the start; thus be a dream; to let all sparkle and gleam. If only thou knew my love; was truly sent from ab.. |
Swimming in TimeA Poem by Adam M. SnowI am lost yet found; in time surround; past and future follows. I see the door; neither open nor closed; and divine nevermore. |
SlumberA Story by YouoweYoupayThis coldness... it's been here long enough.. |
Getting AirA Book by StarshipA light fluff about a girl's winter trip with her best friend and a couple of guys. |
Through the Depths of DespairA Poem by Adam M. SnowThrough the depths of despair; where we are drowning in air; consumed by hate and fear. We're tormented and scorn; as if we're not born; and death is .. |