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

Dark Inspirational Poetry: His Choice

His Choice It stood on the corner of its high rock cliff, pearing down at an aching world below…. He saw a world of havoc, pain and confusion… Love was lost in between the waves of dense fog that hung heavy in the polluted air…. Standing on the corner, Watching, waiting, It folded his hands,

Dark Poetry: King of Pain

King of Pain …With echoes of the haunted whispering in the breeze, I found myself hanging low, down on my knees, kneeling to a king who held the key to my prison, not allowing me to be free…. In his dark chamber, he sat, ruler of his throne, with a voice louder than thunder and

Poem: Fallen and Risen Warrior

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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

Photography: ALAH School in central Illinois: March 20, 2015

Sun shining through the trees at ALAH school in Arthur, IL.