Adam M. Snow
Biography of Adam M. Snow
'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 out of hospitals because of it. Later on in life, Adam found that he was in fact misdiagnosed. He was not ADHD like he was raised to believe, he was in fact diagnosed with Asperger, a type of autism. Snow started writing poetry in 2003 though he originally started writing short stories. It was through his cousin that had inspired him to write poetry in the first place. Adam writes metaphorical style poetry and has experimented often with different styles of poetry; such as free verse, ode and lyrics. He was always alone throughout high school as he was a victim of bullying; he kept his distance from everyone, he remained by himself. He then graduated high school in 2006 from Tolleson Union High School; he suffered many years of unemployment after that. On the 9th of December in 2009, he lost his father to lung cancer; some of his poems he wrote, he wrote for him. Snow is a Pentecostal Christian yet some of his poetry can be dark, but with a biblical meaning throughout it; like the poem 'Hanging from a Blood Soaked Tree' for example. Over the years, Adam has had so many people tell him that he should stop writing, that he’s not good. That never stopped him; he still writes poetry to this very day and he continues to inspire people through his works.
Website: http: //amsnow.weebly.com
Adam M. Snow's Works:
Fruits of Insanity - Coming Soon
Hanging from a Blood Soaked Tree - Coming Soon
Adam M. Snow Poems
A Bridge That Binds
A Bridge that Binds By: Adam M. Snow A bridge that binds two hearts to one,
A Dying Rose
A Dying Rose By: Adam M. Snow Helplessly I wait upon the hour, drawing closely;
I wonder, I wonder if this life is life at all; if it's a dream, then I may fall. The feelings I embrace may be false;
The Life Of A Rose
We live to die, like a rose shown beauty; so frail
Under The Innocent Sky
Under the innocent sky, ever serene and fair. Beauty is the stars on high, taking away our despair.
Be Still Beating Heart
your pounding intrudes me. It fills me with pains; I ache with sorrow of thee. You tell me to love,
In a sea of words, where writers drown. Lost in their world's insanity; their own
The Tyranny Of Man
The infanticide of man, who are we to decide the lives of infants whom not born yet to see the greed of man? Who are we to challenge life, yet to lose life itself?
The Music In The Wind
O you sweet ol sound that grasp the wind, you hold so tight to sway again - through the branches springtide leaves, such a tune these wind they weaves.
The Day The Jester Died
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.
Here Today, Gone Tomorrow
Here Today, Gone Tomorrow By: Adam M. Snow Just like a rose that blooms yet withers away;
A Blood Moon Night
Tonight I watched in awe, the moon once pure and white. Obeying the nighttime law; lighting the sky so bright.
A Visitor In The Morning Fog
Oh, what a stage this morning break; on waking to a misty light. My heart is weak, I feel it ache upon this morning sight.
A Soldier's Prayer
This poem is written for our soldiers over seas. May God be with them all. A Soldier's Prayer By: Adam M. Snow
Auspicious Of Nights
Auspicious of Nights
By: Adam M. Snow
On this auspicious of nights,
the children comes with fear delights,
awaken the infant, the newborn kin,
and open the world of pain within,
followed by all sins and sorrow,
as they wait to die this final morrow.