Spoken Word Poetry Video | I Dream of Simpler Times |

We often think of years gone by and how those times might have been simpler compared to the chaos of today. Sometimes, we may even daydream about them. Perhaps you will feel the same way that I do as you listen to this poetry reading…. “I was staring out the car window daydreaming about my

Inspirational poetry: I Dream of a Simpler Time

I was staring out the car window daydreaming about my old childhood hometown. I thought about the ole’ neighborhood and all of my senior-aged neighbors, The evenings I spent playing with all the kids on the block, while the neighbors watched. And how those times were simple… so simple, compared to the chaos today. We

Recorded Spoken Word Poetry: “Dream World.”

Hello everyone! I am still recording some of my poems as “Spoken Word Poetry,” to create an album and upload them to Reverbnation. Recently, I recorded my poem, “Dream World.” Feel free to listen by clicking on the link to my mini podcast below. https://anchor.fm/ariana-r-cherry/episodes/Spoken-Word-Poetry-Dream-World-e44shb The poem itself is below. Thank you for your support

Poetry : “A Soul’s Fight for Innocence”

  A Soul’s Fight for Innocence ————————————- Looking backwards in passing time, Beyond a few decades or so… Perhaps, a child’s lifetime ago… A bright-eyed soul, innocent and carefree, Walked among the Earth’s lands, Unknown to the troubles of a world, That could be…. A soul with big dreams… A soul with overflowing hope… And

New Anthology, “The Fears of Us All,” is now available…

My new publishing company, “Cherry-House Press” has released its newest anthology, “The Fears of Us All.” We are so excited to release this wonderful new anthology filled with poetry and stories about the fears that our (30+) authors have…. When people can connect with each other on common ground – we can become closer to

Poetry: The Piano Magic

The Piano Magic ************************************* Hidden in the backstreets within the fog of downtown New York, sat the remains of an old abandoned theater. Whispers and laughs of the yesteryear hung heavy in the air. A lonely darkness with remnants of a forgotten energy danced throughout the atmosphere. Towards the front of the ole’ performance room,

Life on Pause: …A Life Eternal

…It’s been one of those weeks – where for a few days, you were literally running on adrenaline- and then, you come crashing down to a halt. I learned of my step-grandmother’s passing this past Monday  – although- she never was Just “step” to me – she was just grandma. We had her funeral and

Poetry : That Haunted Breath Upon my Ear

That Haunted Breath Upon my Ear The memories haunt my nighttime dreams… The images are as raw as the flesh upon Adam and Eve’s skin. Fear withers into my mind when your voice breathes upon my ear. It is like you are still here – When you are the one that I fear to be

Poem: Moving on

MOVING ON Down a path of an everchanging life, I look behind me… Experencing all the events that once were and the scenes that still are yet to be. My heart beats emotionally to the tune of nature’s music, walking down through the rocky path of where I have yet to go. The wise old

Poetry: Fly away to Freedom

FLY AWAY TO FREEDOM monotony builds up a day, and creates a week… Specific days for certain tasks creates a mind mold of boredom. Searching for adventure, looking for a cloud to run and jump on to take a ride to some place unknown… Without a heart full of freedom, that flies with the wind,