Adam Pfaff

Round Rock, TX, USA

A writer of poetry for many years, Adam Pfaff has been inducted into the International Poetry Hall of Fame, won the President's Award, and been published in two books. Though he still has not fulfilled his dream of winning a poetry contest. Adam, whose father is an avid outsider, likes to hike, climb rocks, and swim. The son of a business manager and a pastor, Adam got his start writing poetry at a young age, writing mainly about emotions and nature, which are still his constants to this day.

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To a meadow full of flowers, everything means nothing,
Life gets so easy, just rolling down the hills.

To a flower in the meadow, I know you just sit there,
And though you do not understand me,
You are much more friendly than the pills.

To the sky above, you sit there so serene,
However, I ignore you, know not what you mean.

And still the picture is not clear, the pieces I can see,
But the whole is not yet there.

To the deer in drinking slow the brook,
At least you know not the pain that I have took.

To the future yet to be, I am alive,
And always alive shall be, till the time I cannot see.

How Weird Can You Be
(And Still Drive A Mazda)?

I want to drive a Volkswagen bus,
to hang psychedelic rugs on the sides,
covering the windows. I want to be a
vagabond gypsy, listening to the Young
Rascals. I want to be known for my life
and not my feats. I want to be one-of-a-kind,
to be able to brag about my life
instead of keeping quiet.
I want to live in a log cabin in the north,
where it snows and summer never comes.
Where I can build a snowman
eighteen feet tall.
I want to do my own things/like I want to.
Like I can.

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Hard the waves brushed against his mighty ship,
As he struggled at the wheel.

Water gushed across the wooded deck,
Causing his ship to heel.

His helmsman was washed ashore,
His yeoman with him too,

For the great storm has devoured them,
And now it's coming after you.

A Poem by Adam Pfaff

Love, a smile that warms cold nights,
Or the sound of its pleasant voice.

Love, a reminder of the life that people only dream about,
A dream that never comes true.

To love is easy, to be loved is a most incredible thing,
A feeling of importance, that makes you want to sing.

Waves

A wave crashes against the northern shore
A tear falls from the sky, a rain begins to fall,
Wettening these days of hallowed yore,
The sun clears up your eye.
As surely as the weather changes,
And the seasons do the same,
I can tell you this most surely,
The rain is calm and tame.