Archive for the ‘Inspirational Poetry’ Category

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Secrets of the soul
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Beneath every soul are secrets…
discovered…and undiscovered…
…and a river, flowing with many life stories
that have been told,
or are waiting to be told…
 
We are souls from every time and space,
..a unit of energy in an expanded
infinite universe
created of galaxies
and worlds…known
to the unknown…
From the hands of the maker,
he who holds our heart…
 
…we all have a mission
tied into our personal journey…
 
We’ve come so far,
but yet, have so far to go…
searching within our hearts
and trying to uncover
the secrets that we keep buried
so far deep within our soul…
 
…sometimes, we question,
just what is it,
that we are looking to find?
 
Perhaps, it could be simple,
that such answers are on just
the tip of our tongue,
 
Or we must dig deeper,
and widen our ears to listen…
As those answers could be heard
between the beating of our hearts…
 
For our struggles and questions
deem to be internal,
but our inquiring stories and sacred secrets
continue to fester….
 
As beings,
our souls are eternal,
forever, floating in an eternity
questionable existence.
 
– Ariana R. Cherry 2017
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Truth

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The mutterings of my mind,

Are sometimes so deeply

buried beneath my soul,

That not even I,

Can comprehend the meaning….

For which I seek…

Truth. 
– Ariana R Cherry 2017

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Season Three
…another year, wrapped under the tree.
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Tis’ the third season has come
and the traveling winds have whispered through
the winds of change…
 
I once was there,
in a fog of darkness and despair…
and now I stand here,
near the branches of the trees,
where the air has become pure and clear.
 
For how many glorious sunsets have I counted
since such time has passed,
and how many midnight moons have graced the skies,
shining through the clouds….
where time could feel as if it were standing still,
yet moving so fast…
 
I had stumbled through the nostalgia of seasons one
and then there were the rocky roads
which I traveled throughout a second.
A season where lessons were learned-
even on those strangulated nights
where a chaotic world had become undone..
 
and Now…tis, season three…
in some ways, the air feels a bit more free,
but even as another holiday sweeps in,
there are days,
that there just isn’t complete joy
in putting tinsel upon that tree…
 
For as time passes,
some say a journey should be simpler…
…why wallow and whimper?
 
I like to believe, through our life scenes,
we only grow wiser…
yes, time may heal such wounds,
but there are days, the memories hang low
and are able to be touched by the tip of
a finger…
 
But then, I step ahead forward and trudge through this familiar season,
and hang thy head above the murky fog…
 
I’ll take my horse and journey on
for thy third will not be timeless
and the following year shall tick-tock-
with the bells ringing strong.
 
And he then shall whisper through the wind…
“Hold your heart true…
Life is a journey,
…stay strong, and keep, moving on….”
 
Ariana R. Cherry 2017
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Battle of My Dreams
 
Night after night,
as my head hits the evening pillow,
I wish the moon adieu
and close my tired eyes tight…
 
I await to blissfully nod off
into a cosmic starlit darkness,
but mixed psychedelic memories
play scene after scene throughout my mind…
As my conscious battles with my subconscious
trying to solve puzzling questions that it can’t seem to find the answers to.
 
Flabbergasted,
My mind just cannot rest….
This life, has underwent so many trying tests…
And now, sleep deprived..
I can no longer escape to that cosmic peace
that I wanted to find.
 
I’ve tried counting the stars,
I’ve tried dreaming of glorious fields of heaven
and I’ve even tried to listen for the soft classic piano
that so lightly dances upon my ears
from another worldly dimension…
 
but the memories,
They are so distraught
The battle has stolen my peace
for which I so courageously fought.
 
Winter solstice
just isn’t the same,
as my mind plays this never-ending game
where sleep never wins…
 
For the winter once carried an innocent child-like flair
with cheerful holidays dancing in the air…
But there are nights, the darkness lies upon the clouds
burying them in a sullen death-shroud.
 
Time speeds up so fast,
but then there are those times,
where the ticking of the clock just seems to forever last…
and I wish
for the shine of the sun upon a brightly lit care-free summer day
 
But now, this dream-like state continues to stay.
Give me rest upon my cosmic star,
so I can float through that peaceful star-lit darkness….
and it carries me warmly through the light
upon sunrise…
 
Rescue me from the doom of looping REM sleep…
 
Give me peace
and deliver me
everlasting
tranquility.
 
– Ariana R. Cherry 2017

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THE HEREAFTER

a place of wonderous daydream
beyond unlimited time and universal space
in a life hereafter…

We will sparkle with the dazzling stars
and dance with the brightest moonlight
to an infinity of everlasting love…

Will we know heaven we see it?

or shall it be beating in our eternal hearts
as a memory of home when we look into
his eyes once again?

– Ariana R Cherry 2017

 

Shall I Speak?

So many words run deep,
Yet so little time…
Do I spill them on the blank paper
For all the blind world to see?
For all a judging world to feel
Through the clear looking
Glass
And see this unkempt reality?

Or…
Shall I let the percolating words simmer…
Perhaps steep,

While my restless heart and mind sleep…

And then…maybe I’ll reveal to the world, those deep dark secrets
That I keep.

– Ariana R Cherry 2017

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DREAM WORLD
 
So lay down thy head
into the awaiting dreamland that awaits
upon your soft beckoning restful pillow…
 
Prepare for the journey of your nighttime slumber,
traveling through the spiraling tunnels of timeless consciousness
and all the numerous echoes of thy day…
 
Into the nigh, we travel to a world beyond the sky
… past the midnight moon, using the starlight as our guide.
 
So many memories,
yet so many nameless keys
Oh where do they lead?
 
In a dream, vision of the night,
When sound sleep falls on men…
While they slumber in their beds...”
 
Thoughts that seamlessly dance together,
creating untraveled sublime lands…
in which we walk among the radiant clouds,
weightless…feeling light as a feather…
 
To where do we go, beyond the late nigh?
Just after twilight…
but before the moon rises high…
 
In those bewildered scenes,
those tormenting moments in our haunting dreams,
We search for desperate answers
a hopeful escape…
 
“And then you frighten me with dreams…
and terrify me by visions…
 
To what, do those troubling dreams, really mean?
So far from our reach,
yet…living within our soul.
 
…but then there’s serentiy,
a calm like the blue sea,
That heavenly peace that washes over us,
leaving no confusion or schemes to discuss…
 
Yet as we float, so light within the nigh,
we wonder, just where do we go
traveling to uncharted territory
within our minds…
 
In a dreamworld, so far, beyond the sky…
Yet…so close to our human beating heart
and dreams so alive, running deep within our soul…
 
We ache to remember by the breaking of day,
but in the same moment,
we may wish to forget, as the light of the moon grows dim…
 
…for we wait our travels, when slumber visits us,
into the next upcoming nigh,
 
When we float so lightly beyond the starlit sky.
 
Ariana R. Cherry 2017
 
*(Scriptures from Job 33:15 and Job 7:14)