Written by Adam M. Snow
What I see
beyond the horizon glow.
Beyond the hues of purple and gold.
Beyond the setting sun
and the glittering of the bluish sea.
I see a coming birth,
a new day,
new beginning.
I see hope.
A Poem Written by Adam M. Snow What I see beyond the horizon glow. Beyond the hues of purple and gold. Beyond the setting sun and the glittering of the bluish sea. I see a coming birth, a new day, new beginning. I see hope. A.M. Snow © 2012 all rights reserved
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Little Child Written by Adam M. Snow Little child, weary wanderer, leaving home to go forth yonder. Sat alone beneath oak tree, to sleep away his misery. A mile from his cottage home, this little child left to roam, in the woods so dark and damp; this little child would make his camp. While asleep, he heard asunder; flash of lights -- arose of thunder. Upon his face a dreadful frown, pouring rain now crashing down. He watched a tragic play unfold, that left this child in the cold. The tent he pitched -- swept away, by the shifting mud and clay. Now the child dripping wet, sat alone the night and wept. A.M. Snow © 2012 all rights reserved Thy Mirror's Reflection Written by Adam M. Snow Arose ye in thy chamber so cold and dank, awaits thy morn of lore of lank. But it be, that spoken of thy mirror's reflection, reveals to thee thy sorrowful resurrection. Reveals to thee thy hope and despair, reveals to thee thy life's doctrinaire. A.M. Snow © 2012 all rights reserved The Day the Jester Died Written by Adam M. Snow Twenty one times three, a journey of laughter; the fool borne clown was he. Entertaining his majesty -- soon after realize the laughter would soon die with him. Soon to vanish, he of many voices; his entire jest would soon to end. All to end by his choices; a feeling without a friend. This Jester who proudly gave us laughter, was dying deep within. Covering his pain with the joy of laughter; if it were enough, it would have been, but it wasn't enough for him. So this Jester left to wonder, 'Was he truly loved enough?' Yet he could not see past yonder, the treasures that loved enough. He gave his all but lost his soul to grieve, and grieved himself upon a tree. Entangled rope within the sticks and leaves, a last resort, felt for a Jester such as he. So now this Jester once a clown, lays to rest within his chamber. Retiring with him his Jester's crown, leaving with us a memory to remember. This Jester left without a bow, still a mystery to us all. The thought that struck him and how he felt the need to fall. A broken heart, was that his pain? Thus this day that laughter died. A reason for sorrow to reign, O for his majesty, who cried. O his majesty's courts, silence fills the hall. The king is left to mourn, the Jester who felt the need to fall. Laughter died with him, the fool borne clown. A joyous time spent with him, now he passes on his Jester's crown. A.M. Snow © 2012 all rights reserved Burning Written by Adam M. Snow Burning; I am burning on my knees -- fallen -- praying. Engulfing flame burning bright, see me now in Holy light. Burning; soothing flame embraces me. See me now tongue of fire, burning bright on my knees -- fallen -- praying in utter tongue throughout the night; burning words from my lips. Salvation come manifest. -- El Shaddai! -- El Shaddai! I am burning engulfing flame, in a blaze glory-found, burning bright where darkness found. See me now engulf in flame, Heaven's torch, burning bright on my knees -- fallen -- praying -- humble -- burning. In a blaze burning bright. darkness flee I ignite -- blazing. Burning; I am burning on my knees -- fallen -- praying. -- El Shaddai! -- El Shaddai! A.M. Snow © 2012 all rights reserved God is Crying Written by Adam M. Snow God is crying, did you know? Not welcome here is He. We reap what we sow, now condemned are we. God is crying, did you know? The fault's on us, not He. Ashamed of truth, we let Him go, - blinded now are we. God is crying, weeping. Calling to us, we deny His voice. Ignorance are we, sleeping; thrown Him out by choice. God is crying, shedding tears; His love still great yet we deny. Letting lies fill our ears, we cannot hear Him cry. Did you know God is crying? His heart is burdened, full of pain. His precious children dying, the world has gone insane. God is weeping, surly He's weeping. Giving into greed, we lost our way. Blind are we, sleeping. - This our life we stray. God is weeping; yes He's weeping, for the lives lost by war. His tears like that of ocean's heaping, overflowing more and more. God is love, that is why He cry, like a worried mother or father. God's not dead, yet we deny; we by His words are bother. God is crying, did you know? He cares for us greatly so. The world is dark yet He is light; He is crying, day and night. A.M. Snow © 2012 all rights reserved The Fruits of Insanity Written by Adam M. Snow If you are hungry, take a bite - leave your worries and plight, saver the taste, the poet's fruit where inspiration goes to flock. If you are hungry, take a bite - lose yourself in writer's smite; the taste is bitter, O so bitter, a bite would lose your sanity. Take a bite, that precious fruit, let your mind dilute; see the world through poet's eyes with oppress madness stair. If you are hungry, take your pen and write - let your words flow and let it take flight. Indulge yourself in insanity's fruit and become the writer of tomorrow. A.M. Snow © 2012 all rights reserved Let it be, O Sun Written by Adam M. Snow Over the hills, I wait for thee; the sunlight beam of dusk. Yet a silent to provoke me, yonder with the morning musk. Yet profound by a morning sound; the wind-chimed birds. A beauty to be found, within nature's morning words. With the aura of a newborn day; an outstretched colors, vibrant hues, painted like the month of May. I wait for thee, O sun; light my day. Let flowers blossom, with fragrance great; with beauty so awe it beckons my fate. Well beckons to me, the soon setting sun- denoted the start of night marks the end of day. Showering me with beauty outdone, like the birth of May. With the grace of God, does your beauty shine. A proof of my existence, a fairy tale dream- to taste life ajar, a nectar of wine and sample the melody of the sunlight’s gleam. A.M. Snow © 2012 all rights reserved O Glorious Storm Written by Adam M. Snow The night is dark, from my perch I watch, crashes of lightning, the heavens raging war. The crackling thunder, sounds of cannon fire; a noise heard all around. The wind is screaming, roaring; the rain, pounding at my feet. Still, I sat adrift in thought, cloaked in a robe of rain. Droplets of water upon my brow, the moist scent air, I breathe. Still I sat, awestruck found, praising this glorious storm. Still I wonder, this raging war; crashes of lightning, with crackling thunder, cannon fire. Which side is winning? A.M. Snow © 2012 all rights reserved I Wait for Thee Written by Adam M. Snow In stillness -- I wait for thee. When time beat still -- I wait for thee. When my troubles are great and burden my heart; if my voice would leave me astray, still this day -- I wait for thee. When sickness stricken me; bedridden and weak -- I wait for thee. Through many quaint of restless nights -- I wait for thee. When I'm old and wizened, and my memories flee, still my Lord, I wait for thee. In a crowd of many or by my lonesome self -- I wait for thee. And in my travels through misery, when the world has grown so dark; in my days of ridicule, my faith on trial, I, your bond-servant will wait for thee. And in my final hour with my final breath -- I wait for thee. With every hour of my life, from now till then -- I wait for thee. I wait for thee O Lord -- I wait for thee. Even in my darkened days -- I wait for thee. A.M. Snow © 2012 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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