Spoken Word Poetry: “His Choice”

A few days ago, I recorded my poem, “His Choice,” about an angel who fell to grace, to save a world from despair… You can list to the poem by clicking below: https://anchor.fm/ariana-r-cherry/episodes/His-Choice-Poetry-Reading-e3u4bh Listen and read along to the poem below: His Choice It stood on the corner of its high rock cliff, peering down

Interact with Author, Ariana R. Cherry…

I have created a new group on Facebook where you all can interact with me. I will post my most recent poems, previews to new books and poetry collections that I am working on, perform live poetry readings on Facebook and you will have a chance to buy my books BEFORE they go LIVE on

Poetry: Warrior Angels

  WARRIOR ANGELS We are not broken We are not battered…   Our souls might have shattered, but they will be mended, as each piece is put back together…   We are warriors, our hearts were not broken – they were only conditioned, so that they could grow stronger.   When the desolate fog creeps

Fallen Angel Poetry: Broken Wings

Broken Wings An angel of repentance with a heart of stone. A heart that was once soft to the touch, now lay dormant, cold as rigid ice. Her long dark flowing hair wrapped around a pale slim body adorned with broken wings torn to shame, which she wore like bad memories. The fallen angel once

DARK POETRY: THE FALLEN

  FALLEN In desperation, they will fall victim to the darkness when the light blinds them. Through the dark, the lost will reach out for a hand, Only to be pushed back farther… The darkness begins to taunt them But captures their curiosity all the same. The fallen may not agree with all the light

Horror Poetry: Twisted Apart

TWISTED APART ************************** Twisted heart Tortured confused soul, Trying to capture the light, But instead, it ended up Tearing her spirit apart. Alone in her corrupted thoughts She reached for the moon and the stars… But instead, found herself slain. Under the moonlight, Her hair swept over her slender shoulders, and golden eyes became darkened,

Poem: Fallen and Taken

On the floor, she wept after her fall from grace. Tortured and torn, her wings were of no use from her fallen freedom. Weak and alone, she fell to the floor and no longer rose above the kingdom. All powers lost. She awaits her final destiny, with the reaper at bay. -Ariana R. Cherry 2015

Poem: “FALLEN”

She stood in the stillness of the mist from a silver moonlight… Waiting for the whispers, To tell her the story of the stars… She waited for the truth of her story. The moment, when her moon, met the universe of her world. In the midst, she strolled slowly, listening to her heartbeat echo in