http://slow.writerscafe.org/SnowPoetry The original writings of author Adam M. Snow en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775948508 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Jesus, I'm sorry for the way I've been living. I'm just a miserable soul not worth saving. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SnowPoetry/2872859/ Behold, I am doing great wonders in this land, see now the glorious works of my hand. I spoke and said, "In my name, they will do great things." But I say witness now, for more miracles I bring. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SnowPoetry/2841453/ This is for all you hard working men out there, who is carrying your family on your shoulders. You are not alone. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SnowPoetry/2834545/ I cannot shed a single tear, for I've given them to those children, my dear. Those nineteen angels now in heaven, left broken dreams before they're eleven. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SnowPoetry/2818722/ I crossed a bridge one day. It was old, splintered and weathered. Traveling upon it left me dismayed, seeing planks beneath my feet untethered. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SnowPoetry/2465307/ Wander not, your journey somber, wrought yourself this day to remember. The treacherous path you dare not go; it is true the coming crow. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SnowPoetry/2167758/ From the ashes we will rise, from the pits of our demise and victorious we will reign, with freedom over pain. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SnowPoetry/2166578/ A poem about September 11th http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SnowPoetry/2143245/ Think of this story like Skyrim, but with steampunk added to it. There's elves, orcs, ogre, dragons and all other mythical creatures and new ones as well, there's even some magic. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SnowPoetry/2064371/ This mechanical heart, beating slowly -- imperfectly. 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Among the starry night I'll drown in the sea of stars, I http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SnowPoetry/1937946/ I remember that day the sky turned to gray, a loss had taken place; tears fell from our face. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SnowPoetry/1828477/ Upon her reflection, I see her stare at an image looking there. An image she saw, she saw defected - a beauty not sought, but rejected. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SnowPoetry/1811944/ The name of this game is called, 'The Never-ending Poem.' The rules are simple, I'll start the first line and you guys follow, but you must only post one line and it doesn't have to rhyme. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SnowPoetry/1744022/ Take flight, take flight dear crow of mine. Why perch you calmly on a pine? The world we live in great design, see yourself in what life entwined. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SnowPoetry/1741499/ Time passes as night blooms, again, I'm left to ponder. 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They cut me up yet you're denying The life that could have been. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SnowPoetry/1640120/ Who is she adorned in moonlight's veil - This beauty with skin so fragile and pale? I see her within a dream surreal, Weeping by the willow tree. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SnowPoetry/1603968/ 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. So thick the fog the dawn opaque, which blocks the morning bright. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SnowPoetry/1535305/ 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. O that sweet ol song I heard before; http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SnowPoetry/1535301/ Burning; I am burning on my knees -- fallen -- praying. 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