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Adam M. Snow Poem
Ode to Arizona on a
Hot Summer's Day
Written by Adam M.
Snow
Oh sweltering is
summer's day of
bliss,
So hot the desert's
kiss from sun above.
And sweat that drops
cause me to
reminisce -
the past, a summer's
day a child would
love.
A playtime in a
grassy field of
green
and from a hose the
water cool and free;
oh such a joy is
this midsummer's
scene,
the children's
laughter flows in
joyful spree.
I wish that day
would greet me just
once more,
The joy of feeling
free on summer's
day.
Instead I am
confined to cool
indoors,
Upon my laptop
typing verse to
sway.
Midsummer's Day you
make me such a fool
-
I fear your heat
will be forever
cruel.
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Adam M. Snow Poem
A Blood Moon Night
Written by Adam M.
Snow
Tonight I watched in
awe,
the moon once pure
and white.
Obeying the
nighttime law;
lighting the sky so
bright.
The stars, the moon
in sync;
dancing their
worries away.
The end can happen
in a blink;
a sudden halt would
not sway.
Darker the night
grew -
and darker the moon
dost shine.
I stood there in
awe, in view,
- a bloodish
sublime.
The proud moon once
danced so free,
now cowering behind
a blood red veil.
I stood there in awe
to see,
the world halt with
a quail.
The moon eclipsed in
a taint of dark red;
I stood there in awe
in yonder.
"Is not the moon
dead?
What of this?" I
ponder.
Hours pass feeling
like eternity,
watching the blood
moon night pass.
Returning the world
back to modernity,
knowing this isn't
the last.
The moon is pure and
white once more.
Don't succumb to joy
just yet.
Again it'll happen,
I swore -
three more nights, a
blood moon to fret.
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Adam M. Snow Poem
Whispers in the Wind
Written by Adam M. Snow
Entrance me with your tune,
that gentle voice of yours.
Those sway ardent winds of harmony,
an echoed symphony of your life;
each word is wrapped in rhapsody,
flowing with the wind.
Your gentle voice, a breeze;
your whisper -- so angelically,
echoes throughout the world.
I hear it among the wind.
I hear it over the thunder of my beating heart.
I hear it calling to me.
We travel separate roads of life,
I got lost a time or two -- perhaps more.
Your voice helped me along the way;
your whispers in the wind,
echoes of sweet harmony,
it guided me back to you.
I want to hear it once more,
the melody of your voice.
Let it get lost among the wind;
(that sway ardent winds of harmony)
and have it find the heart within my ear.
Let your words etch itself upon my beating heart,
let them live forever upon my heart,
its beats won't fade the memory,
of what you've left in me.
Let them breath through my lungs.
Let me inhale your love;
it's sweet nectar to my soul,
an aroma sweet.
I hear it within a dream;
it brings me peace;
that caring voice of yours.
A stage whisper in the wind;
that soothing beat -- an interval,
an echoed symphony among the wind.
Those treacherous words of love,
"I do" and "love you"
forever in my mind,
forever in my heart.
Forever lingering on -- a song;
your whisper in the wind,
an echo -- a sweet echo.
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Adam M. Snow Poem
Upon this Tree
Written by Adam M.
Snow
Look upon this tree,
a Man hung for us to
see.
The blood which
stains this tree,
is the reason we are
free.
The scars and lashes
upon His back,
all for us, He did
not slack.
A precious life He
gave to us,
surrendering all
without a fuss.
Out of love His life
He gave;
this lost lamb, His
blood He save.
By His blood our
sins He lave,
the price His life
in which He gave.
Death has claimed
Him, but claimed Him
no more;
upon that tree our
sins He bore.
Conquering Hell a
battle won,
victory is He, God's
only Son.
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Adam M. Snow Poem
This Lost Lamb
Written by Adam M. Snow
Oh by the morning strike of day
and by the calm obscure of night,
my heart is Yours O God -- I pray;
grant this lost lamb Your holy sight.
Give this lost lamb the sight to see,
truth that lies in the love of Thee.
Show me the world in Your own eyes
and make O God, this dumb man wise.
Grant this lost lamb the words to speak,
the Word O God of Yours to man,
the Word of truth for which they seek
in ways a lamb once lost dare can.
Grant this lost lamb an ear to hear,
and hear Your voice so crystal clear.
Speak Ye -- O God with words of love,
let this lamb hear Your voice above.
Grant this lost lamb the feet to lead,
so I may guide a crowd to Thee.
Help this lamb O God to succeed,
and help the ones encage be free.
Grant this lost lamb the hands to aid,
and help the fallen and afraid,
and help the lost ones to be found.
Help me guide them to solid ground.
Lead this lost lamb -- O God, to Thee;
save this lamb from the sunless deep.
Open my eyes so I could see,
all of You and Your loving heap.
Let this lost lamb be born again,
to live for You -- O God, Amen.
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Adam M. Snow Poem
God's Heaven
Written by Adam M.
Snow
A vision splendid of
the Heavenly scene,
filled my mind with
an image so clean:
the purity of the
road from which I
walk,
beyond the pearly
gates so pure and
white;
brighter than the
sun's brightest
light,
where the saints
goes to flock.
Awestruck was I,
with bright colors
so new;
beyond everything of
this earthly hue.
They glowed from the
flowers in eternal
bloom;
no death is seen, no
weltering of a rose;
true beauty only God
could compose -
with great
fragrance, oh
Heaven's perfume.
Oh the Heaven's
perfumes,
intoxicating scent;
so greatly with
love, Heaven's
intent.
Entwined with the
sounds of the
Heavenly choir;
great melodies with
angelic boasts.
And out of the
mouths of the
highest Heavenly
hosts,
singing with voices
of fire.
Oh the tunes of
Heavenly chorus
great,
flowing with love
and overflowing the
gates.
The power's so great
I fall to my knees,
I cannot help but
join in to sing,
(O' great is Thy
forever King -
great is Thy Maker
of peace.)
And suddenly there,
in crystal
sunlight's glow,
stands all those
dear ones we always
loved so.
I see my father
staring back at me;
my father whom I
lost in mid bleak
December.
Oh the treasures I
will remember,
like the beauty of
Heaven's seas.
As I see him, as
young as I;
no tears in Heaven,
still I wanted to
cry.
Never thought I
would see him once
more.
My father, my friend
is he -
a different man,
cancer free;
still my father
since the days of
yore.
Such great gift that
God has given me,
a vision of this
soon coming beauty.
A land so great for
a few yet so many;
the resting place at
the end of my life,
to lay down in peace
at the end of all my
strife.
I wait for Thee, O'
God, I wait for
Thee.
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Adam M. Snow Poem
She became My
Gallows
Written by Adam M.
Snow
What of this!?
Her sweet madness
beautiful as snow;
that by starlight!
The rushes lean over
her wide!
The intoxication of
her insanity draws
me close.
Her voice, calling
out my name;
- haunting me.
The moonlight pours
out upon her -
her wickedness is
shown, who dreams
with
- a nest of mad
kisses; a thousand
years sad regrets.
She is my agony -
my cage -
my demise.
My loss of sanity
is due her.
She is haunting,
such madness is
this?
I cared nothing for
all,
she is my breath, I
can't live without.
My essence,
- sighing around
her where the stars
are sleeping.
The scented
twilight, I hung
there.
She became my
gallows -
my wandering noose -
my demise -
the fall of a tragic
poet.
She is the bearer
of my heart, locked
away;
I am nothing.
I am nothing
but a man locked in
chains,
who bears no voice;
a victim to her
madness
- her bitter sweet
madness, beautiful
as snow.
She stole my heart -
my voice -
my name.
I am her insanity as
she is mine.
She left me, her
ghost to wander
- sighing around
her where the stars
are sleeping.
The scented
twilight, I hung
there.
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