Written by Adam M. Snow
Oh what songs have graced from borrowed times,
from fingertips weaved from aspiring pianist;
that this day stood before me in silence,
as I long to hear those keys played once again.
The Piano Written by Adam M. Snow Oh what songs have graced from borrowed times, from fingertips weaved from aspiring pianist; that this day stood before me in silence, as I long to hear those keys played once again. A.M. Snow © 2016 all rights reserved
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Into the Deep Written by Adam M. Snow Oh woe I gaze into the deep, as I, myself from restless sleep stirred awake from pattering rain - upon the frosted window pane. But what, oh what with great concern, cast a fright I did not yearn. The shadows span across the floor, shivers my soul ever-so-more. I hear the ticking of my clock, every second ticks it's tock. Moving forward past the hour, here I lay scoff and lour. But what, oh what aroused my sleep, stirred awake so I can reap? All my nights left to ponder, a faceless town left to squander. A town I once laid my heart, if not for a day torn apart. Had she loved without a cost, I would not have been lost. But that day she stole the best of me, as she downright cast me to the sea. A greed she was from the start, yet all she wanted was my heart. Yet why am I left to wonder, a feeling as if I'm left asunder; alone, partaking of this wine, where my memories soon decline? Each swig of wine I take, I regret that I'm awake. I let the memories of her decline, as I take from my glass of wine. Things that fear the dawn of the morrow - Alas! I drowned my sorrow. Her voice that kept me from my sleep; I cast aside into the deep. Alas! My soul to her untwine, as I take from my glass of wine, the sweet nectar upon my lips, as the rain upon my window drips. I take and take of my wine, taking back the time of mine. Reality came and struck me fast, unkempt, disreputable, vast - What I thought I left inside the deep, not the shrew yet still I reap. I drank myself into the deep, when I should've gone back to sleep. A.M. Snow © 2016 all rights reserved When the Sky turned Gray Written by Adam M. Snow I remember that day the sky turned to gray, a loss had taken place; tears fell from our face. People running, panic reigning, on that day the sky turned gray. Great inferno crashing down, bodies falling on the ground. Children crying, our love ones dying; Terror struck reigning fear, two towers disappeared. Seeing people breathing ashes, on their body, many gashes. I remember that day the sky turned to gray. And I, a kid off to school, not knowing the reality, I was a fool. But what I remember of that day, was a nation standing unafraid. A nation standing together united, on a day by smoke benighted. Fifteen years has passed yet still I remember, of that fateful morning of September. Still I remember of that day when the sky turned to gray. A.M. Snow © 2016 all rights reserved |
"Too much knowledge will lead a man to believe he's God." AuthorA.M. Snow is a poet, photographer and in his own way, a philosopher and he is a strong devoted dedicated follower of Jesus Christ. POETRY
A collection of Adam M. Snow's poetry.
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