Biography of Shannon Snyder
I have been writing poetry for about 2 year now, and I really enjoy it. I wish to eventually get better and possibly publish a poem or 2. So I am looking forward to your criticism and complements about my writing.
- Thanks =)
Shannon Snyder's Works:
Shannon Snyder Poems
Beauty is the birds and the bees Beauty is the songs in the trees Beauty is but nature and Nature is but beauty
i set myself up to fail, yet others follow me. i work hard to try my best, but always end up like the rest. they follow me as a leader and i don’t want to let them down i want to be the person god has told me to be,
The Longest Ten Minutes Of My Life
i sit in the silence and watch the clouds race by the awkwardness fills the car. we all know what's going on and we all know what has passed.
Just One Day
period 1 the bell rings period 2 i sit and cry period 3 goes passing by period 4 i take a break
Along the hill side lies a path of yellow daisies Lost in the past. Man kind has come
What if I just sat and cried, Would you even notice? I am pretty sure you would So I need to say
My Poem For Pap
I Miss You Pap Every Day I Think Of You Its Been Five Long Years Knowing That You Are Not Near. Every Night I Pray To Hear You,
As a caterpillar learns to crawl learns to eat and learns to feed
is it my fault or is it yours is this my day or should I hit the floor i once thought a friend of you as someone I thought I knew
Burdens A Burden
Burdens a burden The black man’s brow drooping down Full with anger and hate His wail with laughter drown
The Wilting Rose
At times you feel like that rose That sits apon your night stand. But see that rose it wilts away, And you are to stay.
Why stay alive, if you're already dead inside? if there is no plan with in, don't waste the time of a perfectly good life.
Why am i still alive? I just want to die. If god loves me so why all the lies? I sit here and cry because of what hides.
Specs On The Sidewalk
I Thought I Knew You
You think you know someone you can trust.
You know them as a friend.
One wrong thing,
It gets passed on.
I turn around,
and am stabbed from behinde.