Adam M. Snow

Freshman - 726 Points (5/30/1988 / Phoenix, AZ)

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'To deny God is to deny creation, to deny creation is to deny your existence.' –Adam M. Snow

Profession: Poet/writer, Philosopher & Photographer

Adam M. Snow is a popular internet poet/writer, philosopher and photographer known by many. Snow was born May 30th of 1988 in Phoenix, Arizona. He currently lives in El Mirage, a small rural town in the western Arizona. Adam is Shakespeare’s twenty second generation descendant on Shakespeare's mother’s sister’s side; from the blood lines of Margaret Arden and Sir Alexander Webb. When Adam was born, he was lacked of oxygen and almost died. At age 5, Adam was soon diagnosed with ADHD with speech impediment; he was always in and ... more »

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  • '''The writer's mind, can surpass even the most intellectual minds.'''
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  • '''Forever is not forever; there's only one eternity.'''
    Adam M. Snow
  • '''An enemy is a friend, who's blind and cannot see the kindness of your heart.'''
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  • '''If we forget the past, then the past do we repeat.'''
    Adam M. Snow
  • '''Poetry is the thoughts of an insane mind.'''
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  • Peter Stavropoulos Peter Stavropoulos (12/18/2013 5:41:00 AM)

    Your poems are very interesting. Often the meaning of the poem takes several readings to determine. Sometimes my initial reaction to one of your poems completely changes after several readings. Worth reading.

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Best Poem of Adam M. Snow

A Dying Rose

A Dying Rose
By: Adam M. Snow

Helplessly I wait upon the hour, drawing closely;
I, myself ponder tremendously.
Do my eyes deceive what once was a rose?
And by that, does it be a rose no longer?
I speak to be heard once more,
and once more to be heard by that rose.
But I cannot see that of the beauty of her face,
yet her eyes glances swiftly beyond my essence.
Could it be? Oh could it be,
that my essence is enough to guide thee?
I am but one in groups of many,
she sees not I but one in twenty.
She is that of a dying rose,
shedding ...

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